It’s a… It’s a… Look, we don’t know. We just found ourselves outside wearing mismatched shades of black looking for our instruments. Or the concert hall. Or anything that would tell us what’s going on.
Mine is bigger than yours.
(Seriously. The cellist looks more confident than anyone else. Apparently size does matter to this group.)
Tip your hat to this piano trio. Maybe their getup will help rope in new audiences.
And maybe a little color balance.
Next up: do the limbo.
This requires no comment.
… rogue string player at a horn conference?
As if recorders aren’t awkward enough without helmet hair.
I really don’t want to know what that squatting violinist is up to.
But at least, in the end, they reach the golf cart on the right-hand side of the street.
Or should that be “plenty of horns”?
That’s not quite what they meant by “col legno”…
Don’t fall off the wall with the force of the blast, folks.
Another one in the category of “let’s carefully lay out all our instruments on the floor” while the musicians sit back. In what looks like an empty airport lounge.
And toast to…. I don’t know what.
If not a feather, perhaps was it an earthquake that knocked them over? A hurricane? Tornado?
And what are we supposed to think of that leg wrap-around? Gentlemen, care to explain?
It’s like a new kind of jack-in-the-box: a quartet popping out from behind a double bass.
But none of these trios had figured out the Eternal Piano Problem: how to include the pianist’s instrument in a photo shoot without draping everyone awkwardly around the piano itself.
Fear not. There is a solution.
A tiny, toy solution.
Yeah, these aren’t strictly classical albums. But we couldn’t resist.
These puns weigh heavily upon us.
The paranoid photographer says, “Stop looking at me.” One guy laughs and looks away. “Seriously, do not look at me.” Another one looks away. “I mean it.” They look serious and turn their eyes away.
(Thanks to Saporman99 for sending this in.)
He got tired of feeling like a mere prop to lovely women in red dresses.
They wouldn’t even look at him.
So he took matters into his own arms.
You, too, mister.
Also: color balance, anyone? That poor horn player looks a little jaundiced.
A brave musician sent in some awkward outtakes from her quartet’s photo shoot.
I could swear there were four pe – hey, dude behind the tree, your viola is showing.