Or, to put this back on sort of a jazz footing (!), there is Paul Desmond's legendary story about the security guy at the fair where they were about to play. He stopped their car and asked them who they were. "The Dave Brubeck Quartet," they answered. He looked at his paperwork and asked, "How many in the Quartet?"
Desmond always intended to use that as the title of his autobiography, but sadly, never got around to writing it.
I love that line.
Greg M.
Or was that a stewardess? I think I read that in some liner notes on one of his A&M albums.