Watched a Marx Brothers post-Zeppo movie called Go West. Laughed to myself, with Groucho, who laughs for no one. The music, as always, gets long sometimes. But I do enjoy seeing Chico perform at the piano, hearing Groucho sing sweet nothings; Harpo's best instrument is the horn; the harp part of this one is colder than some others, stalwart as ever. Harpo playing the harp becomes so serious, you wonder if maybe the whole thing is quite serious to him above them all.
Even Groucho for that matter. Or any matter.
What it sounds like.
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