There we were a while back, sitting in the fine seats of Mazatlan's Angela Peralta Theatre watching an outstanding flamenco performance by local talent.* Having recently watched an orchestra perform Mozart's "Requiem," GB turns to me and remarks:
"There's no tuba in flamenco."
What would YOUR answer be?
(1) "...Thank Gawd."
(2) "Damn skippy."
(3) "If there WERE a tuba the dancers would have to wear lederhosen."
(4) "I have no idea what that means, but I want it tattooed on my chest."
* These people's feet were moving so fast they levitated. In contrast, I can usually step off a curb without tripping over myself.