The fallout continues from the son of the Maestro's announcement that he's turning his back on the non-stop excitement of the symphony for the more mundane and ordinary life of a rock and roller. The Maestro is non too pleased by this news, what with all of the time, money, and effort he put into his son's education (that, and the fact that the little brat just lost his precious Stradivarius), but on the plus side, at least we know his name. Yes folks, continuing on with the tradition of your name is what you do, we find out that the Maestro is in fact named Phil Harmonic. We can only wonder what his son's name is and whether that name can transfer into the world of rock and roll. Granted, The Harmonics might have been a good name for a band in the forties, fifties, or even sixties, but today it sounds like a group of harmonica enthusiasts (and it is also apparently the name of quite a few a capella groups). Good luck kid, you might just need it.
Continuing on with his tirade, Phil Harmonic makes the mistake of essentially telling his offspring that he can do what he wants because he's not only his father, but also the conductor of the symphony. Unfortunately, he fails to see that because his son just quit the symphony, he doesn't feel the need to listen to his former conductor and current father. Instead, he takes more of a Dash O'Pepper course of action and punches out dear old dad (What, you don't know who Dash O'Pepper is? For shame.), and presumably flees the area, or maybe just stands around. We just can't be sure because the strip suddenly switches to another location. Oh no, not the outskirts of town! That's where all of the nefarious fiends have their hideouts! It is also apparently where the missing Stradivarius has ended up. We can only wonder what the mysterious man with the sunglasses plans to do with it. (Perhaps he wants to play his own unique renditions of "Sunglasses At Night" or "The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades.")
Unfortunately, we're going to be left wondering what is to become of the priceless instrument. We can only rest assured that it is part of some kind of plan that the perpetrators believe to be brilliant (and I'll just leave it at that since just about every plan concocted in this strip is at one time or another thought of as brilliant, even when it's really not, and since we don't even know what the plan is, I'll reserve judgement on the brilliance of the plan until I actually know what the plan is). Meanwhile, Phil Harmonic's son decides that standing around and waiting for his father to regain consciousness is probably not the best use of his time and decides to continue his pursuit of a rock and roll career, leaving the cleanup to the balding man who I'm not sure we've ever seen (and who we might never see again). Something tells me that a certain detective is about to get a phone call.
The fallout continues from the son of the Maestro's announcement that he's turning his back on the non-stop excitement of the symphony for the more mundane and ordinary life of a rock and roller. The Maestro is non too pleased by this news, what with all of the time, money, and effort he put into his son's education (that, and the fact that the little brat just lost his precious Stradivarius), but on the plus side, at least we know his name. Yes folks, continuing on with the tradition of your name is what you do, we find out that the Maestro is in fact named Phil Harmonic. We can only wonder what his son's name is and whether that name can transfer into the world of rock and roll. Granted, The Harmonics might have been a good name for a band in the forties, fifties, or even sixties, but today it sounds like a group of harmonica enthusiasts (and it is also apparently the name of quite a few a capella groups). Good luck kid, you might just need it.
Continuing on with his tirade, Phil Harmonic makes the mistake of essentially telling his offspring that he can do what he wants because he's not only his father, but also the conductor of the symphony. Unfortunately, he fails to see that because his son just quit the symphony, he doesn't feel the need to listen to his former conductor and current father. Instead, he takes more of a Dash O'Pepper course of action and punches out dear old dad (What, you don't know who Dash O'Pepper is? For shame.), and presumably flees the area, or maybe just stands around. We just can't be sure because the strip suddenly switches to another location. Oh no, not the outskirts of town! That's where all of the nefarious fiends have their hideouts! It is also apparently where the missing Stradivarius has ended up. We can only wonder what the mysterious man with the sunglasses plans to do with it. (Perhaps he wants to play his own unique renditions of "Sunglasses At Night" or "The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades.")
Unfortunately, we're going to be left wondering what is to become of the priceless instrument. We can only rest assured that it is part of some kind of plan that the perpetrators believe to be brilliant (and I'll just leave it at that since just about every plan concocted in this strip is at one time or another thought of as brilliant, even when it's really not, and since we don't even know what the plan is, I'll reserve judgement on the brilliance of the plan until I actually know what the plan is). Meanwhile, Phil Harmonic's son decides that standing around and waiting for his father to regain consciousness is probably not the best use of his time and decides to continue his pursuit of a rock and roll career, leaving the cleanup to the balding man who I'm not sure we've ever seen (and who we might never see again). Something tells me that a certain detective is about to get a phone call.
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