Another whimsical offering from Peter Cape. The Monde Marie was a folksinging coffee bar in Wellington run by Mary Seddon who died in July 2000.

MONDE MARIE
(Peter Cape)

The gramophone's playing lieder
The radio's blaring jazz
There's a brass band outside with its valves open wide
In a hell of a razzamatazz
In the flat below there's a cello
Above there's a whole symphony
So I'm off for the night
Of the music I like
Down at the Monde Marie

You can blow 'til there's cracks in your cornet
You can boomph your bassoon 'til it bursts
You can saw your Strad 'til the catgut goes bad
And your manuscript moulders to dust
But don't think I'm a sucker for silence
There's no scrap of the Trappist in me
Far better than quiet for me is a diet
Of song a la Monde Marie

So keep your violas di Gamba
Your clavichords, rebecks and lutes
Likewise your saxophones, bongos and slide-trombones
Flageolets, fipples and flutes
What I want is the sound of Segovia
An Ives or a Clauson-to-be
And to hear them my choice is the guitars and voices
I find at the Monde Marie

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--Stewie.