Sir, since losing my pianist to a falling cask of Armagnac (the dearer victim of the tragedy), my luncheons have wanted for diversion. I have thus dispatched several staff to the musical tutelage of one Mme. Chasteté Buisson-Épais of Châtillon-sur-Loire,
Sir, My wife, the good Lady F____, instructs me that the modern house has music played by minstrels during dinner. I set about arranging the most musical of evenings; indeed after the gentlemen retired for cigars, the music was heard to play on for many a
They try to tell us that we don't belong But that's alright, we're millions strong! You are my people, you are my crowd, this is our music, we love it LOUD!
