[Dixielandjazz] joke?

[FOThree at aol.com]

A retired big-band singer gets an offer from a
record producer to lay  down some of her old hits
for a nostalgia album. She brings her charts  to
the studio and is surprised to see only the
producer there.
"Where's  the band?" she asks.
"No need for a band  any more," smiles the  producer.
"Everything is computerized."
"No piano?   No  conductor?" she asks.
"Nope, everything is in this synthesizer.
Your  charts are already in there. All we do
is press a button."
"How about  clarinets, sax, horns?"
"Right here in this machine, never tell  the
difference."
"How about a drummer," she asks.
"Nope," says the  producer, "this rhythm machine
takes the beat and runs with it all by  itself."
"Well," says the old lady, "then who do I sleep  with?"