Talking of craftsmanship in words and music, here’s Bill Bailey:
Of many classic lines, this is brilliant:
The duck lies shredded in a pancake
Soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
I’m also keen on his pub joke:
An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a bar—and everything unfolds with a tedious predictability.
More elaborate is this:
And he’s a fine pianist! It would be just as much fun to play Mozart piano concertos with him as with Robert Levin—here playing Mozart’s very own piano:
Gosh—I’m even playing in the band there too, a stay in Salzburg making a pleasant change in between fieldwork trips to Hebei.
Among other tributes to Bill Bailey, see here.
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