
Here’s the thing, folks: If you’re funny, no one takes you seriously. But in order to be funny you have to be serious about whatever it is that you’re known for being funny about. (You may have to read that sentence several times.) And nowhere does this seriousness about humor apply more than in the area of music. You can’t be a funny musician unless you’re a serious musician to begin with. Just take a moment to think about great comic musicians of the past if you don’t believe me. Spike Jones played multiple instruments and had the impeccable timing that comedy requires. Victor Borge was a fine pianist. And . . . Weird Al Yankovic is a great performer. The humor is an added layer on top of the virtuosity and has had to be rehearsed relentlessly.
So it was with Peter Schickele, who was a very serious musician indeed. He had a master’s degree in composition from Julliard and was an excellent bassoonist. Okay, well and good. He might have ended up spending his life playing the bassoon in a symphony orchestra (which would have been perfectly fine, of course, if perhaps not terribly remunerative) had it not been for his early introduction to the music of Spike Jones. He heard a recording of Jones’ “Serenade to a Jerk” at age 10 and “was smitten by the King of Corn’s use of outrageous instruments and sound effects—like car horns and goat bleats—to burlesque popular songs.”1







