Why So Many Jazz Bars Close...

A "C", an "E-flat" and a "G" go into a bar. The bartender says,
"sorry, but we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C
and the G have an open fifth between them.


After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat. An
F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp
enough.

Then a D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom,
saying, "excuse me, I will be a second."

An A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this
relation of C is not a minor.

Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and
exclaims, "get out now! You're the seventh minor I've found in this
bar tonight."

The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back into the bar the next
night in a three piece suit with nicely polished shoes. The bartender
(who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized)
says, "You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a new
development."

This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and
everything else, and stands there au natural. Eventually the C sobers
up, and realizes in horror that he's under a resolution.

C is brought to trial, and is found guilty of contributing to the
diminution of a minor, and sentenced to ten years of DS without Coda
at an upscale correctional facility.

On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even
accidental, and the accusations to the contrary are bass-less.

The bartender, however, decides that since he's only had tenor so
patrons, the soprano in the bathroom, and everything has become alto
much treble and needs a rest, and closes down the bar.