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The Joys of the Harpsichord

I once had the pleasure of attending a concert of P. D. Q. Bach’s music, put on by the inimitable Peter Schickele. (For those of you who have never heard P. D. Q. Bach’s work, I envy you your next few hours of joyful listening.) At one point that evening, Schickele needed a harpsichord—but, as he explained, he just didn’t have the money to tour with one. So he took some knives and forks and sheets of A4 paper out of his tuxedo jacket, placed them on the strings of the grand piano, and—remarkably enough—when he played, it sounded like a harpsichord. 

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