Bon Appétit!

 

When read in Spanish the name of the Mamas & the Papas singing group, and why it was such a hit in Latin America, is the Tits & Potatoes.

 

 

 

Or Areolas & Chips.

 

 

A whole new concept in hash browns!

 

 

 

Bolero

 

CLAUDE DEBUSSY totally unRAVELled poor MAURICE

 

Music

 

-My wife wants a private bathroom, lest someone can hear her!

 

-She plays the Bowl?

 

– Like Glenn Miller!

 

– She does Glenn Millers?

 

– Not to say Kai Windings!

 

– So, more than a good ear!

 

– You can say that again!

 

Wiener

 

Here in Europe a guy with long hair and a beard, a cross between Jesus Christ

 and Rita Hayworth, attired in a dated, gold plaque long dress, won the festival

of songs of bad taste.

His name Conchita, to no one’s surprise, Conchita Sausage to be exact, or Wurst

in his native tongue. The background noise, Schubert, Mozart, Mahler and Strauss

 rolling in their graves. Because no orchestra is ever shown on the ‘live’ TV broadcast

of this yearly event, and so we must conclude that what passes for actual music

of whatever dubious quality is mostly electronic gimmickry and the voice of

 Rita Conchita in fact lip-synched.

But what the hell, the great nation of Austria is ‘proud’, and that is wonderful. Not to

 speak of Father and Mother Sausage and all the other bearded little knack-wursts.

Scores

Puccini stated that the day he stopped falling in love, people should start preparing his funeral. To which his wife said ‘Don’t Touch My Puccini’ and others hastened to assure her ‘Don’t worry!’, as apparently she was quite a (watch)dog.

 

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Scores

Puccini stated that the day he stopped falling in love, people should start preparing his funeral. To which his wife said ‘Don’t Touch My Puccini’ and others hastened to assure her ‘Don’t worry!’, as apparently she was quite a (watch)dog.

What Song?

When I told my girlfriend, who loves music, that I have a Pink Floyd, she said ‘You mean a Pink Flop’.

Is there no justice?