I mean music.

Oh, sure I am.

And so am I. You could bring me Paganini, Heifetz, Kreisler, and I still couldn't teach that Jethro the world's great music.

The music I was playing made me cry.

I am the maestro, and we have mad.

I play the music of only the immortal composers.

I thought you enjoyed the music at the concert.

And I thought you had a serious interest in music.

Granny, I was referring to the music of Brahms, Bach, Beethoven.

I have been talking to him and his attitude towards music is all wrong.

You might think my music is trash and rubbish, but, tag on it, I make two million dollars a year playing it.

I have seen my fiddle playing cousin Clarence pickle stiff with one broke arm and holding a jug under the other and still make better dancing music than that stromboli goomer just did.