[Dixielandjazz] Music in Heaven

[Barrie Luttge]

This is an old punch-line: "God has a girlfriend who sings."
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  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: billsharp 
  To: dixielandjazz-request DJML 
  Sent: Tuesday, 24 April, 2007 7:18 AM
  Subject: Music in Heaven


  As I read or hear a joke being told, my mind often races ahead to the 
  punch-line, trying to figure out what it will be.  When I can't figure 
  it out, it often "punches" my sense of humor, and It makes the jokes 
  even funnier.  Such was the case when Ringwald told the joke which I 
  have copied and attached in it's entirety, except for the last line,  
  which I expected to be  along the lines of  ... "Bad news . . . the 
  band leader's tone-deaf daughter is the singer".
    Knowing that there are some talented joke-meisters out there, I wonder 
  what other ways the line "The bad news is  . . .  . ." might be 
  completed. like "The bad news is that the rhythm section is 10 
  washboard players."

  Add your own last line to the following  and post it...  (musical 
  content: humor.  After isn't laughter music to the ears?)


  Two 90-year-old men, Moe and Joe, have been friends all of their lives.
  When it's clear that Joe is dying, Moe visits him every day. One day Moe
  says, "Joe, we both loved jazz all our lives, and we played together for
  so many years. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow
  you must let me know if there's music there."

  Joe looks up at Moe from his deathbed, "Moe, you've been my best friend
  for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you."
  Shortly after that, Joe passes on.

  At midnight a couple of nights later, Moe is awakened from a sound sleep
  by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Moe,
  Moe."

  "Who is it?" asks Moe, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

  "Moe -- it's me, Joe."

  "You're not Joe. Joe just died."

  "I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice.

  "Joe! Where are you?"

  "In Heaven," replies Joe. "I have some really good news and  a little
  bad news."

  "Tell me the good news first," says Moe.

  "The good news," Joe says, "is that there's our kind of jazz in
     Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before
     us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again.
  Better still, it's always big festival with a great sound system, good
  drums and piano, and there none of our crabby side men to mess up the
  gig. And best of all, we can play our kind of jazz all we want, and we
  never get tired."

  "That's fantastic," says Moe.  "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's
  the bad news?"

  The bad news is . . . . . .   .