When I was doing my undergrad, I was sitting in on one of the faculty quintet rehearsals in the auditorium. This was a piece where 4 out of the 5 players were standing to play, and the tuba player was sitting on a tall, three legged stool for some reason. They had just finished one of the pieces and the tubist had his tuba in one hand, and a thick folder of BQ music in the other (his arms were full- it was a REALLY thick folder). He got up and said something to the effect "I'm going to need somebody to handle my stool, when I get off stage."
I start laughing hysterically and they looked at me like I was crazy...
Ah, those were the days.




