The Boston Symphony was performing Beethovenβs Ninth. In the piece, thereβs a long passage about 20 minutes during which the double basses have nothing to do. Rather than sit around the whole time looking stupid, some bassists decided to sneak offstage and go to the tavern next door for a quick one. After slamming several beers in quick succession (as double bassists are prone to do), one of them looked at his watch. βHey! We need to get back!β
βNo need to panic,β said a fellow bassist.
βI thought we might need some extra time, so I tied the last few pages of the conductorβs score together with string. Itβll take him a few minutes to get it untangled.β
A few moments later they staggered back to the concert hall and took their places in the orchestra. About this time, a member of the audience noticed the conductor seemed a bit edgy and said as much to her companion.
βWell, of course,β said her companion. βDonβt you see? Itβs the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded.β
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