Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for August 02, 2018

Ouch! A badly played clarinet can hurt just about as much as badly played bagpipes!

I can’t hear anything. It must be a dog clarinet.

Lord, why did it have to be the clarinet? My least favorite instrument. Try the percussion section. He should at least be able to bang on things.

It appears he is a one-note dog.

The dog cannot play that clarinet. I guess that makes him the big bassoon.

Doesn’t Petey on Cul d Sac play the clarinet? All I’ve heard from him is Honk. hunk, skree, slaw. I can only imagine what that sounds like!

Now, now… let’s not say he cant play the clarinet.

Let’s just say he needs a little work on his embouchure.

A licorice whippet.

After 8 renditions of the Saints Go Marching, you reach a limit.

He’s upset because Moonlight Serenade never sounded better.

Still trying to master the Rhapsody in Blue intro.

Scooter finds yet another way to pass wind…

Pete Fountain, he is not.

Let me just say it beats tooting from the other end.

Oh beans! The musical fruit.

I laughed out loud just trying to imagine the sound coming out of it .

What came to mind was a wet fart with harmonics.

Could be worse. Could be the recorder.

If you got it, flautist.