The Grand Serenade for an Awful Lot of Winds and Percussion is a piece of music written by Peter Schickele, touted as a composition of the fictional P.D.Q. Bach. It consists of 4 movements, and is meant to be humorous to listen to. The players are told to play the piece sloppily, especially the fourth movement. The whole piece is about 10-11 minutes long. It was released on the album Music for an Awful Lot of Winds and Percussion.
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