If they play harps in heaven, what do they play in hell? Untuned bagpipes? Untuned bagpipes with alpenhorn pipes?
mig
I suppose that’s culturally determined. Here in Austria, most people would guess accordeon. Accordion? Accordion. But only because most of them haven’t been around bagpipes. Although, pipes can be quite nice. Seriously.
I was just making the standard stupid joke about the pipes. I like them. Parents from Scotland, etc. A piper played at my father’s funeral.
In my hell, the devil would be Scratch himself and the demons all turntablists. Though I’m told I was born during a Mitch Miller broadcast. Maybe they should all be scratching “Sing Along With Mitch” records.
mig
Pipes can be awful, no doubt about it. Like any instrument. I’m partial to the uilleann pipes. I was just thinking, you could probably ask someone from China and they might say, “in hell, Chinese opera singers sing nonstop”. I suppose they might have some wild reed instruments there too. Et cetera.
I suppose in my hell, Austrian pop radio plays. Or I have to learn a new cello tune daily.
If they play harps in heaven, what do they play in hell? Untuned bagpipes? Untuned bagpipes with alpenhorn pipes?
I suppose that’s culturally determined. Here in Austria, most people would guess accordeon. Accordion? Accordion. But only because most of them haven’t been around bagpipes. Although, pipes can be quite nice. Seriously.
I was just making the standard stupid joke about the pipes. I like them. Parents from Scotland, etc. A piper played at my father’s funeral.
In my hell, the devil would be Scratch himself and the demons all turntablists. Though I’m told I was born during a Mitch Miller broadcast. Maybe they should all be scratching “Sing Along With Mitch” records.
Pipes can be awful, no doubt about it. Like any instrument. I’m partial to the uilleann pipes. I was just thinking, you could probably ask someone from China and they might say, “in hell, Chinese opera singers sing nonstop”. I suppose they might have some wild reed instruments there too. Et cetera.
I suppose in my hell, Austrian pop radio plays. Or I have to learn a new cello tune daily.
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