This takes me back. Years ago when I was in high school, my music class was given our final assignment. Among the choices was the option to arrange a piece written for one instrument or group opf instruments for another. We were allowed to do it with partners. A friend and I decided to arrange 4:33.Wwe were caught about a week before the due date. The teache was going around the class, checking on the progress of the assignments. He came to us, and the discussion went like this:Teacher: And what are you two gentleman doing?Me: We're arranging an importnant piece by a major modern avant garde composer for full orchestra and choir, sir.Teacher: Sounds impressive. Which major avant garde composer?Me: John Cage, sir.Teacher. Ah yes, yes. John Cage. And that piece wouldn't happen to be 4:33, would it?Me: As a matter of fact...Teacher: No, gentlemen. Me: But sir...Teacher. No. You have one week to do something else.Friend: What about...Teacher: You can't do the piece where you randomly tune four radios to various stations either.We ended up composing various pieces. My friend, the over-achiever, composed a sonata for piano. I wrote a short canon/fugue for quartet which sounded suspiciously like Pachelbel's Canon in D.
LMAO - BUSTED!The correct reply to the teacher's questioning if the piece was "4:33" would have been, "No, sir. This is his sequel, '6:42'". (tee hee!)BMP
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