There was once this town band that was led by a young and inexperienced director.
In the band was this guy playing the cymbals who never came in on the right beat. They practiced and practiced but he never could get it right. So the frustrated conductor said, "If you don't get it right this time I'll kill you."
When the time came for the percussionist to play his cymbals, as usual he came in late. And so the maddened director pulled out a gun and shot him dead.
The police came and arrested him. He was tried, convicted and after exhausting all appeals eventually wound up on death row. Finally, the day came when he was sent to the electric chair. As the crowd gathered and watched with anticipation, the executioner pulled the switch ... but nothing happened. The executioner checked the connections, checked the chair, tightened down all the straps and threw the switch again. STILL nothing happened. Everyone was wondering what went wrong.
But the band director knew what was happening. Filled with remorse by all that had taken place, he cried,
"I never was a very good conductor!"
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