This is the trouble blues, that Lightnin' Hopkins is havin' at the present, which I hope it don't last all week - Lightnin' Hopkins, intro to Trouble Blues
The cruel irony is that the majority of "The People" can't stand the noise that comes out for more than a few seconds unless it's in the hands of a competent operator. This, combined with the common belief that anyone can play it right away (cue up "Oh Susanna") has created a nearly unbearable tension between the harmonica, its enthusiasts and the rest of humanity. I believe that this tension can be relieved and that the harmonica can take its rightful honored place in the post-apocalyptic world to come. - Mark Graham, harmonica ace
I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract. -Groucho Marx
Good old Groucho. I have a couple of his books of selected writings and prose from the 70s, and they are hilarious.
For years I used to have Goucho's "I wouldn't belong to any club that would have me as a member" on a sweatshirt! (Did someone say "whatever floats your boat"?)
"Ernest (for some reason he always called Scruggs Ernest), you're a fine banjo player, but you ain't a bit funny." - Uncle Dave Macon to Earl Scruggs, from Rutherford County Historical Society Publication No. 35 by Charles Wolfe
"We can hardly get our breath, taxed and schooled and preached to death; Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?" Blind Alfred Reed, 1929