That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 14, 2024

Poor Franz still hadn’t learned: the drummer never gets the girl.

“I say Hariet, how about you bring that big kettle and we go and have a jam session in the garage. It will drive our neighbours crazy.”

Reginald, musing to himself that he definitely wanted to try banging that like an old tin drum.

/// Hedwig poured out a drink for the drummer.

They’d been flirting since meeting last summer

when the kitchen staff stayed

late to sing while he played.

Hedwig showed him she’s more of a hummer.

When you’ve given an icy hummer/

To an amiable Dutch drummer/

If he comes in your tub/

Do you give it a scrub/

Or just let it wait until til Summer ?///

When you feel the appraising gaze/

Of a husky “homme Hollandaise””/

Do you praise his discussion/

Of Russian percussion/

Though your panties are plainly ablaze?

‘’Clara….I’ve joined a fife and drum band. We can always use another fifer, if you know what I mean?’’

Well Dear, I’m off to drum up some business. Wish me luck.

Louise had a lot of kitchen work left to do

The old drummer imbibed in wine and she knew

That his boasts of lasting love prowess

Would likely prove to be groundless,

And the skin on his drum head slack, too

.

These traveling minstrels were of the sort

Who would from the cellar fine vintage snort

And claim they played a long trombone

When actually of all instruments alone

Was the piccolo by which they could comport

.

It was for Louise only a sweet violin

That could possibly induce her to sin

To hear the Vivaldi “Four Seasons”

Gave her plenty of sound reasons

To swoon to the tunes and give in

Gives “Town Cryer” a whole new meaning if no work for a while.

“The Ant and the Grasshopper”

Milford’s last “clever” comment before receiving a closeup view of the inside of a wash tub

“I don’t wanna work, I just want to bang on ‘de drum all day”

You can polish all you want, but mine drum still sounds better.

“Yes, my dear, the secret to getting a good beat on the drumhead is tightening the skin first.”

I know you like Tin Pan Alley Doris,but would you like to go to my place and listen to in a goda Davita?

The last thing ol John the Drummer ever said sounded something like, “when you are done there I have something for you to polish.”

“But m’love, what am I to do with this burning in my heart?”

“Just take your drum and beat off!”

Harriet, I can teach you how to use that pot as a drum…really I can…..

Somewhere there is a pub called “The Drum and Kettle”, with that painting proudly displayed.

“I keep telling you, Eustace: It’s not the size of the drum; it’s the rhythm.”

Appearances are deceiving; he’s not flirting with her— he marches to a different drummer.

Oscar never missed a beat when it came to drumming up business with the women. But he was often self-employed.

There actually were “Waker-uppers” in the days before alarm clocks who were paid to go around and make noise in the morning. Not sure how the neighbors who were trying to sleep in felt about that.

Alarm clock? What’s wrong with the cuckoo clock on the wall?

A Drink for the Drummer: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Jugs in art" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string Drummer, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size, oil on panel, painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3270 (February 14, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. Only work by him used here so far.

“I admire the way you polish brass,” he said.

You and me could make beautiful music together. Me with the drum and you with that huge cymbal…

you beat the kettle and I’ll beat the drum and we’ll drive out all the rats.

OK, love, I’m going to go out and try to drum up some business.

I carry this around for the “Ba dum tsss” after every joke in the GoComics comments.

What? It’s better than beating a dead horse!

“A Drink for the Drummer,” 1889

An artist, are ya? I know an old lady who used to paint. She gave me this striped skirt. (I wear the blue thing to cover up the paint stains.)