C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, sorry, but we dont serve minors. So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, Excuse me. Ill just be a second. Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, Get out! Youre the seventh minor Ive found in this bar tonight.
E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, youre looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development. Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural. Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that hes under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.
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If you could build a breathalyzer into a saxophone mouthpiece it would greatly reduce the number of drunken solos. But when it comes to booze, you can count on the percussionist to drum up something. Of course that's just a cymbal of his addiction. And we bari guys have to avoid playing with fiddlers, lest we be censored for too much sax and violins.
