My friend Nate is tuning my piano right now and between opining on his accuracy and giving him reference pitches, I’m looking up music jokes.
Let me preface this by saying that I’ve had insomnia the last two nights, so I’m feeling incredibly loopy.
Anyway, I like this one:
C, E-flat, and a G walk into a bar.
Bartender says, “We don’t serve minors here.”
Ba Dum Tsssssshhhhhhh.