Krøtter og orkester er min favoritt-musikervits -- blant annet fordi den bare passer på den musikeren den dreier seg om. At bratsjen brenner lenger enn fiolinen er nå så, men en klarinett brenner fortsatt bedre enn en sax osv.
Q: Hvor mange heavy metal-gitarister må til for å skifte ei lyspære?
A: Én som gjør det, og to som står ved siden av og sier at fyfffaen, dette gjør vi tostemt og likevel dobbelt så fort.
Q: Hvor mange lydmenn må til for å skifte ei lyspære?
A: ett-to, ett, to! ett! to!
Q: Hvor mange altsangerinner?
A: Dessverre, de når ikke høyt nok.
Q: Hvor mange klarinettister?
A: Bare én, men han må grave gjennom alle dem som bare er litt ødelagte før han finner en ny.
Q: Hvor mange køntriberter må til for å synge "Crazy"?
A: Hver eneste en av dem, dessverre :-/
Q: Hva står det på en bluesgitarists gravstein?
A: When I didn't wake up this morning ...
Q: Hva er forskjellen på en wagnersk tenor og en wagnersk sopran?
A: ca. 15 kg og ryggpelsen
Q: Hvordan utligne forskjellen?
A: by tenoren på lunsj og sopranen på en voksing.
Det kvalifiserer vel neppe for "vits" å omtale trombone som "runkebinders", men jeg tar det med likevel.
Til slutt, en engelsk:
Three notes walk into a bar...
A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat.
An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second."
Then an A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor.
Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says, "You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development."
This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and stands there au natural.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a rest.
The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenors as patrons, and the soprano is out in the bathroom, everything has become altoo much treble; he needs a rest, and closes the bar.