… ping!!

… ping!!

When recently attending  a classical concert I was quite amused by the triangle player, who every twenty minutes or so leaped to his feet to add his anti-climactic twinkle to the music. It reminded me of a song by Austrian satirist Georg Kreisler, in which a highly accomplished musician bitterly contemplates his instrument (which “can’t even be tuned”) while endlessly waiting for his turn.

Post a comment