Grandfather Trout heard something even worse:
Dear unknown “lite jazz” musician who was playing in the background at the dentist’s this morning:I don’t care who you are. I don’t care that you gave it a vaguely funky percussion line.
You have recorded “Take Five” in 4/4 time. The penalty is death. Please report to the nearest Chamber of Release immediately.
And don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way in there. It’s a new millennium, baby, and we are not coddling criminals.
