Wait... no, stop

[brigid]

1-18-2023

The problem with McEldowney's examples of musical interpretation as "surreal" is that this is how these two are all the time.

The fermata (the boob looking thing they're both pondering) is regularly interpreted by characters in this strip as "pause." As in "pause here and let's fuck." It can also mean "sustain the note" or "this is the end of the song, stop playing."

The previous two examples of "surrealities" are "pound on the piano keys then make out" and "pound on the piano keys" and both are, again, what these two do all the time. Edda lying on top of a grand piano in an evening gown and reaching behind/beneath her to strike a single key while Amos gazes at her is a daily occurrence for them.

And one really must ask where they're doing this.

Because they are dressed up in evening wear against a white void and absolutely just fucking around. This isn't a concert. This can't be a concert. Can it? Is this how they warm up before a concert? Is there a large audience behind a curtain eagerly awaiting an evening of Mahler and Dvorák? Where do they have practice space? Are they at home? Is their home large enough to hold a grand piano or two? Do they regularly don formal wear and retire to the music room to play a few bars of music then hump on top of the piano?

This once again brings me to the assumption that these two arrogant snobs who regularly mangle the English language so they can sound more smarter and who can afford constant beach vacations are indeed working musicians... but it's sexual performance art catering to specific kinks. That has to be it. Right? It's that or a previously unmentioned trust fund. It has to be.