All of a sudden they notice the Grim Reaper in the back seat. But, before he must take them off into eternity, he grants each musician with one last request to remind them of their past life on earth. Now son, you have to pick one or the other. You can't do both. Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
Musicology is to musicians as ornithology is to birds.
A musicologist is like a eunuch. Music is like sex - some people like to engage in it, others like to watch it, and still others just like to talk about it. Baton twirling is to music education as bull fighting is to agriculture. A new conductor was at his first rehearsal. It was not going well.