While Liszt and Scott are rightfully remembered for their musical compositions, their trebuchet-building skills are sadly forgotten by most of the world.
I believe Dill just likes the word, and enjoys saying it. Maybe if his brothers had instead called theirs a big catapult, he wouldn’t be trying to work “trebuchet” into random conversations.
My grandmother taught piano. I was a tiny thing when I visited them where they lived, 4 or 5? On a lark she sat me down for a “lesson.” I promptly learned it, and then copied every tune she played, even simple ones with two hands. Astonishment and amazement ensued. I could do “a thing!” Even my parents were impressed and asked me to perform “my trick.” When my grandparents died just a few years later, Grandma bequeathed me her antique parlor grand Steinway so I could start real lessons. I was overwhelmed not because of the extravagant gift, I didn’t know from pianos, but because someone in the family thought to encourage me in something.
I took the lessons, I was good, there was quiet talk from my teacher about a potential career… Eventually the family dynamics worked their charm to make sure I was put back in my place. I quit the lessons, my mom won and the “cluttering up” piano was moved out of her house to my dad’s, where I would go to play it while everyone was at work so as not to disturb. Then I was off to college and marriage, and occasional mentions of when I might have my piano. There were always excuses why it wasn’t a good time, but I trusted it would eventually get to me, so I politely waited.
Then decades later it became the innocent sacrificial pawn in the cruelest end game my father ever played against me. I had to watch it being loaded into a moving van, given to a random graduate student who didn’t even want it. But he was deaf to mine, hers, and everyone’s tearful protestations. He had a point to make about me and that piano, the denouement of a decades long game I didn’t know I was playing. He spun around in all the noise and silenced the room, screaming at me: “YOU DON’T DESERVE THE PIANO!” Forty years of a timid beating lost heart finally shattered in my chest. But even in all this trauma and heartbreak, my heart holds on to that one bit of love that radiated from a grandmother I barely knew, someone who cared.
Speaking of the family trebuchet; I have seen a video of a BIG trebuchet throwing an old piano; it didn’t end well for the piano. He may have been referring to the Burning Man 2015 where they did throw a piano, or that Burning Man might have taken inspiration from this strip which is dated 2012….
In panel #2 she is being influenced by a Tom and Jerry cartoon. In the last panel she must be referring to Bugs Bunny in the cartoon “Rabbit Rhapsody”.
What does “trebuchet” have to do with pianos/pianists? I’ve been researching this all morning and can find only a definition for a medieval catapult. Anyone?
Did the Wedekind Brothers build a trebuchet from piano parts, or did they launch the piano from their trebuchet? This is not made clear in Dill’s laconic musings (easily read from panel to panel independently; makes his thinking clearer that way). Previous comments have shown either is possible.
Meanwhile, I am doubtless showing my age by saying I remember Raymond Scott from Your Hit Parade, which I first listened to on radio and then later watched on TV….
Templo S.U.D. over 2 years ago
my older brother has the piano from which he had practiced as a child after our mother had passed away
JudasPeckerwood over 2 years ago
While Liszt and Scott are rightfully remembered for their musical compositions, their trebuchet-building skills are sadly forgotten by most of the world.
gbars70 over 2 years ago
Two trains of thought and never the twain shall meet…
C over 2 years ago
A piano trebuchet would be great
maureenmck Premium Member over 2 years ago
I believe Dill just likes the word, and enjoys saying it. Maybe if his brothers had instead called theirs a big catapult, he wouldn’t be trying to work “trebuchet” into random conversations.
some idiot from R'lyeh Premium Member over 2 years ago
I’ve never been sure if the piano was a constituent part of the trebuchet, or ammunition for it.
BigDaveGlass over 2 years ago
Puts new meaning to ‘Spring is in the air’…….
trainnut1956 over 2 years ago
If you counter flood, it will get rid of the Franz Liszt.
jfh0555 over 2 years ago
I had to look up Raymond Scott. Apparently his music was used in Warner Bros cartoons. So a nice reference by Mr Thompson
uniquename over 2 years ago
That’s an awfully big trebuchet!
ChessPirate over 2 years ago
Music makes a big impact in the Cul-de-Sac Neighborhood… ☺
prairiedogdance Premium Member over 2 years ago
My grandmother taught piano. I was a tiny thing when I visited them where they lived, 4 or 5? On a lark she sat me down for a “lesson.” I promptly learned it, and then copied every tune she played, even simple ones with two hands. Astonishment and amazement ensued. I could do “a thing!” Even my parents were impressed and asked me to perform “my trick.” When my grandparents died just a few years later, Grandma bequeathed me her antique parlor grand Steinway so I could start real lessons. I was overwhelmed not because of the extravagant gift, I didn’t know from pianos, but because someone in the family thought to encourage me in something.
I took the lessons, I was good, there was quiet talk from my teacher about a potential career… Eventually the family dynamics worked their charm to make sure I was put back in my place. I quit the lessons, my mom won and the “cluttering up” piano was moved out of her house to my dad’s, where I would go to play it while everyone was at work so as not to disturb. Then I was off to college and marriage, and occasional mentions of when I might have my piano. There were always excuses why it wasn’t a good time, but I trusted it would eventually get to me, so I politely waited.
Then decades later it became the innocent sacrificial pawn in the cruelest end game my father ever played against me. I had to watch it being loaded into a moving van, given to a random graduate student who didn’t even want it. But he was deaf to mine, hers, and everyone’s tearful protestations. He had a point to make about me and that piano, the denouement of a decades long game I didn’t know I was playing. He spun around in all the noise and silenced the room, screaming at me: “YOU DON’T DESERVE THE PIANO!” Forty years of a timid beating lost heart finally shattered in my chest. But even in all this trauma and heartbreak, my heart holds on to that one bit of love that radiated from a grandmother I barely knew, someone who cared.
xSigoff Premium Member over 2 years ago
Speaking of the family trebuchet; I have seen a video of a BIG trebuchet throwing an old piano; it didn’t end well for the piano. He may have been referring to the Burning Man 2015 where they did throw a piano, or that Burning Man might have taken inspiration from this strip which is dated 2012….
MitmanArt over 2 years ago
Reminds me of an episode of Northern Exposure…..
Mugens Premium Member over 2 years ago
In panel #2 she is being influenced by a Tom and Jerry cartoon. In the last panel she must be referring to Bugs Bunny in the cartoon “Rabbit Rhapsody”.
MITZI over 2 years ago
What does “trebuchet” have to do with pianos/pianists? I’ve been researching this all morning and can find only a definition for a medieval catapult. Anyone?
norphos over 2 years ago
Had to look up Raymond Scott.
6turtle9 over 2 years ago
I’m undecided as to whether the piano will sound better in the hands of Alice or the trebuchet.
MCProfessor over 2 years ago
In my mind’s eye I see a spinet piano gliding gracefully through the air.
CougarAllen over 2 years ago
Piano on Fire Trebuchet Toss at Burning Man 2015
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6Rn8jBzsg9U
Sisyphos over 2 years ago
Did the Wedekind Brothers build a trebuchet from piano parts, or did they launch the piano from their trebuchet? This is not made clear in Dill’s laconic musings (easily read from panel to panel independently; makes his thinking clearer that way). Previous comments have shown either is possible.
Meanwhile, I am doubtless showing my age by saying I remember Raymond Scott from Your Hit Parade, which I first listened to on radio and then later watched on TV….
stamps over 2 years ago
Ahh well do I remember the concert with Vladimir Horowitz playing Franz Liszt’s Concerto for Two Trebuchets.