I’m an Organist…it’s time to lighten up!

Sometimes I can get way too serious about my responsibilities in life. This post is an attempt step back for a moment and not take myself, my passions and my calling too seriously. Hope you enjoy!

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Playing a pipe organ is a lot like throwing a javelin blindfolded—
you don’t have to be very good at it to get people’s attention.

How many music directors does it take to change a light bulb?
No one knows, because nobody ever watches a music director.

Why doesn’t heaven have a pipe organ?
Because they needed the keys in hell to make accordions.

Why is an 11-foot concert grand better than a studio upright?
Because it makes a much bigger kaboom when dropped over a cliff.

Why did Handel kill his chickens?
Because they always ran around going “Bach! Bach! Bach!”

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Got a music joke you want to share? You’re invited to comment below. Clean ones only, please!


3 thoughts on “I’m an Organist…it’s time to lighten up!

  1. long and riddled with puns, get comfortable…

    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. 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 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 says: “You’re looking pretty sharp tonight. Come on in. This could be a major development.” Sure enough, 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.

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