Here is my own, lame, misguided attempt at augmented sixth chord humour:
Three augmented sixth chords walked into a bar. They all had heavy accents. The German was complaining that he had once again run over something sharp and had a third flat; the Italian ordered two tonic waters and the French, to go one better, had what the menu called a supertonic. A woman scantily clad in black leather, carrying chains and a whip, entered the room, and all three headed for the dominatrix.
Jeff, this is madness.
ReplyDeleteHere is my own, lame, misguided attempt at augmented sixth chord humour:
ReplyDeleteThree augmented sixth chords walked into a bar. They all had heavy accents. The German was complaining that he had once again run over something sharp and had a third flat; the Italian ordered two tonic waters and the French, to go one better, had what the menu called a supertonic. A woman scantily clad in black leather, carrying chains and a whip, entered the room, and all three headed for the dominatrix.
I can already hear the groans.
haha Eleanor, you rule.
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