A young child returned from his first music lesson on the tuba. "How did it go?" asked his father. "Great," said the child. "I learned how to play a ‘C’."
The next week the child took another lesson and his father asked about the lesson. Terrific," said the child. "I learned how to play a ‘G’."
The following week the child didn’t come home. The father was frantic with worry when the child didn’t come home until 2:00 AM.
"Where in hell have you been?!" screamed the father…
"Out gigging," answered the son.
You can share your Guitar with your friends.
* Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you've played
* Guitars don't care if you look at other Guitars.
* Guitars don't care if you buy Guitar magazines.
* Your Guitar doesn't care if you never listen to it.
* Your Guitar won't care if you leave up the toilet seat.
* Your parents won't remain in touch with your old Guitar after you dump it.
* Guitars don't insult you if you're a bad player.
* Your Guitar never wants a night out with the other Guitars.
* You can play your Guitar the first time you meet it, without having to take it to dinner, see a
movie, or meet its mother.
An orchestra is rehearsing a piece in which the tuba has a solo after 84 bars rest. At the point where the tuba should start the solo, nothing happens. So, the conductor stops and asks the tuba player why he didn't play. "I have 84 bars rest," says the tubist.
To which the conductor replies, "But we are past those 84 bars already".
The tubist: "How should I know that?".
The conductor replies, "You can count, can't you?".
The tubist: "Do you call that rest?"
At a social club fellowship-cum-meeting in India, a band was invited to play.
During the meeting the president announced: "Now there will be a collection for charity. Those who volunteer to donate Rs. 50/- please stand."
Not a single one responded, so the president called on the band to play the National Anthem. Everybody stood up & the total collection was Rs. 6000/-.
On a flight recently, a friend of ours decided to start a conversion with his seatmate. "I've got a great Tuba joke," he began. "Would you like to hear it?"
"I should let you know first that I am a tubist." Replied his neighbor.
That's okay. I'll tell it real slow!"