Free Range by Bill Whitehead for December 15, 2022

"Un"sound bites.

He can handle speakers, but not be one.

Sibilance, sibilance, popping peas, popping peas.

Liked it. Not where I thought the joke was going at the top.

That’s a fine choice, Bob. Everyone will think you’re making some sort of insightful, inscrutable commentary on the work. Tell no one. Never explain.

Thank God he remembered how to count!

Good thing he had a sound back-up plan.

Tap tap tap. “How’s this?” Tap tap tap. “Can you hear me now?”

Why is it that sound guys can only count up to the number “3”? They can never seem to get past “C” or “D” either when reciting the alphabet. If I had occasion to test sound, I would say “Testing 4, 5, 6,” just to be different, and prove that I ain’t quite so dumb after all.

A little mid-cut here please. Narrower Q.

When he jumped on stage they hoped he’d hit the sound running.

Doesn’t get any better than Bob!

Bob can’t be the sound guy…..Bob is my mechanic. That must be Ted.

Test…test…tickles…tickles… test…tickles…test…tickles…

Tasting, 1,2,3, tasting. Tommy Smothers.

And, not surprisingly, since the audience was full of peers, he got a standing ovation for that speech!

If Bob wins next year too, I’m sure we can expect another static performance.

The sound quality of Bob’s speech was exemplary, but the content was tone deaf.

Dumb cartoonist. That was his acceptance speech.

Did you hear about the sound tech who had a Russian girlfriend?

He had a Czech one too.

This cartoon should have run on Monday – ‘mic check’ day (1-2 1-2).