Tchaikovsky held his head with his left hand while conducting, because he feared his head would fall off.
Aberdeen, Washington, put “Come as you are” on their Welcome sign in memory of Kurt Cobain.
Paul McCartney painted “Hey Jude” onto an old window in public view to promote the single, but it was smashed and caused an outrage because Jude was mistaken for an anti-Semitic nickname for Jew.
Tom Petty, John Mellencamp and Sting all asked George W. Bush not to use their songs in his campaign.
Mozart, ever the comedian, wrote a piece of music in 1782 for six voices called “lick me in the ass” (“Leck mich im Arsch”) or more colloquially “kiss my ass”. For the more technically minded musicians amongst you, it is K. 231 (K. 382c). He also wrote a piece called “Lick my ass until it is nice and clean” (K.233/382d). Despite the risk of shocking you all, here are the lyrics to the second song.
Lick my ass nicely,
lick it nice and clean,
nice and clean, lick my ass.
That’s a greasy desire,
like the licking of roast meat, my daily activity.
Three will lick more than two,
come on, just try it,
and lick, lick, lick.
Everybody lick his own ass himself.
In the course of seeking cures for mental illness, some very bizarre methods have been tried. In 1650 Athanasius Kircher (a Jesuit scholar) invented a musical instrument to cure melancholy. The instrument was called a “katzenklavier” and it consisted of a line of cats fixed in place with their tails sticking out underneath a keyboard. When they keys were struck the cats would meow in pain. The concept never caught on.
Sharks act calmer when listening to AC/DC.
In the summer of 1967, Jimi Hendrix played seven gigs as the opening act for The Monkees.
According to scientific studies, a rat’s performance in a maze can be improved by playing music written by Mozart.