That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 17, 2020

Deliverance had dueling banjos; the Renaissance had this.

Ladies in the back. "Are we supposed to tip the harpists and if so, how much?

“I know we showed up with identical instruments! Stop harping on it!”

“This is my turf, you claim jumping Matilda! Take your blue suede shoes and waltz off to some other arch!”

Due to a terrible misjudgment of terms, the play, ‘Phineus of Thrace’, was irretrievably ruined when the casting agency hired two “harpists” instead of two “harpies”.

i don’t care how much we’re getting paid for this gig – if they request stairway to heaven one more time i’m walkin’…

Casting call for the part of Amy Farrah-Fowler.

Dueling harps.

“Mine’s bigger.”

“After this gig is over, do you want to come over to my place and pluck my G string?”

String duos before live streaming on YouTube.

Harp2, the opening act for U2 at Live at Red Rocks.

“Ever since you lent me your G String, I’ve had this strange itch…” (Could be “Harpes”…)

Behave yourself – I had to pull more than a few strings to get us this gig.

Two plucky little entertainers harping for some good tips.

Help! We are being held captive by two harpists. They can’t play worth a sh-t and they are blocking the exit.

Well and good, ladies, but the ad was for chicken pluckers.

“What? Harpists again? But we just had this place fumigated.”

Where the tune “ home on the range “ got its start.

Arches and tunnels can have great acoustics. Three accordions and a tuba really rocked a J. S. Bach fugue in the entrance way to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.

“Hi ! I’m the harpoonist you called for…call me Ishmael !”

Forerunner to double neck guitars.

If you’re going to invent stereo, try a little separation.

“We’re gonna take just a minute to tune up……well, two minutes…….well, a lot of minutes.”

{waving a lighter in the air}

PLAY FREE BIRD!

To effectively play the harp, a woman has to B flat.

The “head cutting” scene at the end of the Crossroads movie reshot to appeal to a classical audience.

Where’d Muddy go? The advert said he needed to replace Little Walter.

“Look at miserable two harpies. They’ve made a national pastime out of hating each other!”

Of all of my numerous sins/ (so many, I store them in bins)? the worst was that “three-way”/ way back on V.D. Day/ with the horrible Harpist Twins ! (V.D. Day is Victory in Deutschland Day – WHAT were you thinking ?)

Little known fact – ALL the Marx sisters played the harp.

So they talked like that back then?

Grotto at Teplitz or Harpists: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Johann_Erdmann_Hummel_-_Harpists.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

https://www.wga.hu/bio_m/h/hummel/biograph.html 

https://www.wilnitsky.com/scripts/redgallery1.dll/details?No=19076 

https://www.deutsche-biographie.de/sfz35973.html 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist (again, Google Chrome can translate as necessary), perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL. First work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2430 (April 16, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

Although Hummel was a well respected painter, it’s all those little statues and tchotchkes he’s best remember for.

They played to small crowds until they started doing headbanging heavy metal.

Fact is, it’s difficult to play a chromatic scale on a harp – some adjustment needs to be made to get the half steps – so two harps are used in some pieces. The second one stays readjusted.

Worst stripper music EVER

((“FML”))

There once was a harpist named Edith/Whose harping was really the sweetidth/With a turn of her hand/She formed a small band/Now Edith performs in the streetidth.

Liberties even Ishmael would hesitate to take ! Love it ! One thuthpectth that Edith ith Thwedith*/ and thpeech lethonth dethperately needeth/ and her teeth are a fright/ which she singeth despite/and one hopeth that she never breedeth… (* from Thweden, of courth !)