Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for March 31, 2022

Much to the relief of the entire neighborhood.

Flight of the Bumblebee is always a challenge.

Kudos, guys! I’m proud of you!

Oh thank goodness. I was gonna have to kill somebody . 4 freakin’ hours…squawk squawk skeet…skooo. arrrggghhh!

Jazz me that Razzmatazz Blues, boys.

the winded section

Point of order: A saxophone is not a brass. It’s a woodwind (it has a reed like a clarinet). You need a french horn. :D

Sax player is also out of uniform. He needs a reddish shirt…

Time to go inside and binge watch “Sound Euphonium.”

Are those earrings they’re wearing, or their earlobes?

Not enough Ooomph…

OOOhhh what skinny legs you all have!!! no wonder you need to sit down!!!

Those guys got a lot of brass…

(I thought I was gonna be way late to use that joke! ☺)

It takes a lot of wind to keep blowing…..

If that’s neighbor hood they could be the “Tijuana Brass”

They get exhausted after playing that perennial extra-terrestrial favorite, “When the Saints come Martian in”.

“Oh, I want to be in that saucer, when the saints come Mar-tian in.”

Oh, when the Saints get pooped out, when the Saints get pooped out…..

And Ballard Street residents are happy, for a change.

Imbrassive.

The Ballard Bagpipers are looking at them and saying Wimps!

they look a little out of breath

I think someone put sleeping powder in their water. All that squawking drove the neighbours crazy.

Thank God, say the neighbours