From the sacred halls of Anecdotia, home of everything apocryphal, comes the following tale - a tale of lust - a tale of betrayal - a tale of raw, uninhibited parsing - a John Cage anecdote.
Ideological Disclaimer: I do not neccesarily adhere to the views in the following. I actually like some of Mr. Cage's compositions, so don't get on my case for disseminating humor. Remember, I know where you node. (/me chuckles ominously)
...Alright then.
I was invited to a musician's house one evening and during the course of dinner I asked to be excused so as to use the restroom. In a stunning display of sagacity and beneficience, my hosts complied.
Upon entering said lavatory I saw a rusted old brass birdcage containing no birds, plants, or seeds, but instead a photocopied picture of an outhouse.
Naturally, I found this sight quite curious. I later asked him about it.
He said nonchalantly,
"Oh, that's my John Cage."
I didn't stop laughing for a very long time.