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Cryptic music humor

Discussion in 'Bass Humor & Gig Stories [BG]' started by Bob Lee (QSC), Feb 23, 2004.


  1. Bob Lee (QSC)

    Bob Lee (QSC) In case you missed it, I work for QSC Audio! Gold Supporting Member Commercial User

    Jul 3, 2001
    Costa Mesa, Calif.
    Technical Communications Developer, QSC Audio
    Composers write home from summer camp...

    From Arnold Schoenberg:
    Dear ma & pa. How are you? I am fine. Love Arnold. Arnold love, fine am

    I. you are how? pa & ma dear. dlonrA evoL .enif ma I ?uoy era woH .ap &

    am reaD..read am & ap ?woh era uoy .I ma enif ,evol dlonrA

    Love, Arnie

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    From Philip Glass:
    Hello heh heh hello, o-hell o-hell oh ellow ellow heh heh heh hello

    mama mama muh muh muh-mah, ah ah ah ahhhh! Aye aye aye aye aye yam yam
    yam

    yam Eye yam yam Fie aye aye aye fuh fuh fuh fie un yun yun yun Hah hah
    aha
    hah

    ow ow ow wow ow wow ow ow ah hah aha haha are are are are yuh huh huh
    huh
    yuh
    you? oooh. oooooh.

    Sincerely, Phil

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    From Milton Babbitt:
    Dear bi-polar source set, All members of the aggregate feelings matrix
    are

    demonstrating maximum congruity with respect to the positive
    experiential

    axis.

    With affections invariant under transposition, Milton.

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    From Anton Webern (c. 1913):
    Hello. Hel. H.

    Olleh. Lo. Fi.

    I am I

    Fine.

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    From Pierre Boulez (c. 1952):
    X=cm2

    1x2x3

    A+C

    Schoenberg is dead.

    Q to N

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    From John Cage:





    John


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  2. That is too funny. A while back The Onion had a piece about Olivier Messiaen & the Serialst Music Awards or some such, but it's not archived. Too bad!

    There's a play, I think it's called The Moonchildren, in which a character tells a story of a faculty party where a music professor's wife gets drunk and shouts "F*** Schoenberg, let's dance!" I can't see his name now without saying that to myself.

    -Mike