C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't
serve minors," and E-flat leaves. C and G have an open fifth between
them and after a few drinks, G is out flat. F comes in and tries to
augue the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes into the bar
and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me, I'll just be a
second."

A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this
relative of C is not a minor and sends him out. Then the bartender
notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and shouts, "Get out
now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

Next night, E-flat, not easily deflated, comes into the bar in a
3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to have
a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says: "You're
looking pretty sharp tonight. Come on in. This could be a major
development." And in fact, E-flat takes off his suit and everything
else and stands there au naturel. Eventually, C, who had passed out
under the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in
horror that he's under a rest.

So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of
a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale
correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal,
however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental,
and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.

The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so
patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become
alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.

Originally posted by pianocliff:
Gone Chopin. Bach in a minuet.

~pianocliff [/b]