| When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard.
A couple of days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, “Ah, yes, that’s Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony being played backwards.” He listened awhile longer, and said, “There’s the Eighth Symphony, and it’s backward too. Most puzzling.” He heard the Seventh, the Sixth, the Fifth. Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate. He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, “My fellow citizens, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just Beethoven decomposing.” |
I spent most of my day today working on grantwriting and funding sources for Manbites Dog Theater in anticipation of our board meeting tomorrow morning.
I met Joe at his apartment, where he fed me two slices of Papa John’s Meat Lovers pizza, while it started pouring outside, just in time for us to move boxes over to his house.
We had a toast in the new house, pleasing us both to be the first to drink there. He opened a bottle of Wild Turkey, which went down very, very smoothly.
I did a holy trinity tonight, but it was not the holy trinity. The holy trinity is Flex, CCs, and Legends. A holy trinity tonight was Flex, the bar at Humble Pie, and then Legends.