Here in the provinces
The news of the NYPhil's trek to Pyongyang has finally appeared in the local paper.
You read it here first.
I read it somewhere else first.
You don't suppose Kim Ping Pong is planning on kidnapping them, do you?
Just to keep us free worlders on our toes?
A whole orchestraful of new job opportunities for poor beleaguered performance Phd's
The SSO has got three extra concertmasters NY could use.
There were some in this Emerald Eden who thought when we heard that the big "G" wanted to have four rotating concertmasters that it was an idea whose time should not have come.
What could they have been thinking of?
It couldn't be that in doing so the job became a part time one and therefore a job without reasonable pay or benefits?
Like the noble workers at Soundbridge?
Could it?
But, never fear, Gerry "knows what he wants to do about it"
Isn't there somewhere where one can just purchase musicians and own them without all this human rights hassle?
Or maybe this "Las Vegas" concern who is helping out with the financial
end of things can send somebody to "talk sense" to this annoying "union" entity.
Anyway;
From Paris;
Two metal tubs containing rare recordings of great operatic performances from 1907 have been discovered in the underground of the Palais Garnier.
You remember this place as the strange and almost unbelievable setting for Gaston Larue's "Phantom of the Opera"
Enrico Caruso, Adelina Patti, and Emma Calve are on their way to digitization and a CD outlet near you.
The story is in the March 2008 issue of Smithsonian and titled "A Record Find; How the Phantom of the Opera led me to a long lost treasure"
by Michael Walsh.
In the same issue.
Ouincy Jones turns 75 this month.
I don't think he actually does it in the issue.
Probably does it in the privacy of his own fabulous home.
Or to be making fun of an old friend who can't beat me up anymore;
The Same Issue
Quincy Jones turns
Seventyfive
This month.
I don't think
He does it in the issue -
Actually,
Probably does it in -
The privacy
of his own -
Fabulous
Home
You read it here first.
I read it somewhere else first.
You don't suppose Kim Ping Pong is planning on kidnapping them, do you?
Just to keep us free worlders on our toes?
A whole orchestraful of new job opportunities for poor beleaguered performance Phd's
The SSO has got three extra concertmasters NY could use.
There were some in this Emerald Eden who thought when we heard that the big "G" wanted to have four rotating concertmasters that it was an idea whose time should not have come.
What could they have been thinking of?
It couldn't be that in doing so the job became a part time one and therefore a job without reasonable pay or benefits?
Like the noble workers at Soundbridge?
Could it?
But, never fear, Gerry "knows what he wants to do about it"
Isn't there somewhere where one can just purchase musicians and own them without all this human rights hassle?
Or maybe this "Las Vegas" concern who is helping out with the financial
end of things can send somebody to "talk sense" to this annoying "union" entity.
Anyway;
From Paris;
Two metal tubs containing rare recordings of great operatic performances from 1907 have been discovered in the underground of the Palais Garnier.
You remember this place as the strange and almost unbelievable setting for Gaston Larue's "Phantom of the Opera"
Enrico Caruso, Adelina Patti, and Emma Calve are on their way to digitization and a CD outlet near you.
The story is in the March 2008 issue of Smithsonian and titled "A Record Find; How the Phantom of the Opera led me to a long lost treasure"
by Michael Walsh.
In the same issue.
Ouincy Jones turns 75 this month.
I don't think he actually does it in the issue.
Probably does it in the privacy of his own fabulous home.
Or to be making fun of an old friend who can't beat me up anymore;
The Same Issue
Quincy Jones turns
Seventyfive
This month.
I don't think
He does it in the issue -
Actually,
Probably does it in -
The privacy
of his own -
Fabulous
Home
Labels: The 20th century
posted by Lane Savant at 11:18 AM
8 Comments:
Have a bit of pity, Lane.
Gerry feels a little cold and wet because he hasn't grasped the notion that he can't actually walk on water.
..................Eddy
Hey, it was my idea to use dashes at the end of lines.
I don't mind but you should attribute.
................Emily
Emily is the inventor of using dashes at the end of her lines of poetry.
Some of the greatest poetry ever written, by the way.
Perhaps she is getting a little cranky because of the crocuses growing out of her face at this time of year.
OMG! she hasn't had her period for over a hundred years.
I wonder if this sort of thing is not a contributing cause of earthquakes.
Hope you all saw SNL last night
I stole the joke from them.
Still love ya, honey.
Gosh, I do battle with a virus and you suddenly flare into a frenzy of creativity. Such is life, never a lot of compatibility there, just semi-parallel bubbles of energy that can't seem to get it together.
I like your jibe, sir, at my "poetic" tendencies, and you are spot on with your sense of how to turn prose into poem, although I think I would have done it like:
IN
THE SAME ISSUE
Quincy Jones
turns
seventy-five
this month.
I do not think
he does it
in the issue
actually.
Probably
does it
in
the privacy
of his own
fabulous
home.
Considering the brain surgery that Quincy Delight Jones Jr. had a few years ago, I wonder at his ability for composition these days. Did he collaborate on SHAFT? He has done some great film compositions though.
Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2005)
The Making of 'The Italian Job' (2003) (V)
... aka Getta Bloomin' Move On (UK)
... aka The Great Idea (UK)
... aka The Self-Preservation Society (UK)
Cultivating a Classic: The Making of 'The Color Purple' (2003) (V)
Conversations with the Ancestors: 'The Color Purple' from Book to Screen (2003) (V)
The Color Purple: The 'Musical' (2003) (V)
A Collaboration of Spirits: Casting and Acting 'The Color Purple' (2003) (V)
Listen Up: The Lives of Quincy Jones (1990)
... aka Listen Up
The Color Purple (1985)
Wiz on Down the Road (1978)
"Roots" (1977) (mini) TV mini-series
The Getaway (1972)
The New Centurions (1972)
... aka Precinct 45: Los Angeles Police
The Hot Rock (1972)
... aka How to Steal a Diamond (UK: informal title)
... aka How to Steal a Diamond in Four Uneasy Lessons (UK)
"Sanford and Son" (1972) TV series (unknown episodes)
Killer by Night (1972) (TV)
... aka The City by Night
Dig (1972)
$ (1971)
... aka The Heist (UK)
Honky (1971)
The Anderson Tapes (1971)
Brother John (1971)
The Bill Cosby Special, or? (1971) (TV)
They Call Me MISTER Tibbs! (1970)
The Out of Towners (1970)
... aka The Out-of-Towners (USA: poster title)
Last of the Mobile Hot Shots (1970)
... aka Blood Kin
... aka The Seven Descents of Myrtle
Mother (1970)
... aka Hot Mother (USA: reissue title)
... aka The Seduction of a Nerd (USA: DVD title)
... aka Up Your Teddy Bear
Eggs (1970)
Cactus Flower (1969)
John and Mary (1969)
Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice (1969)
"The Bill Cosby Show" (1969) TV series (unknown episodes)
The Lost Man (1969)
The Italian Job (1969)
Mackenna's Gold (1969)
Of Men and Demons (1969)
The Split (1968)
Split Second to an Epitaph (1968) (TV)
The Hell with Heroes (1968)
For Love of Ivy (1968)
Jigsaw (1968)
The Counterfeit Killer (1968)
... aka Crackshot
A Dandy in Aspic (1968)
In Cold Blood (1967)
... aka Truman Capote's In Cold Blood (USA: complete title)
"Ironside" (3 episodes, 1967)
... aka The Raymond Burr Show (USA: syndication title)
- The Past Is Prologue (1967) TV episode
- The Taker (1967) TV episode
- Pilot (1967) TV episode
In the Heat of the Night (1967)
Banning (1967)
Ironside (1967) (TV)
The Deadly Affair (1966)
"Hey, Landlord" (1966) TV series (unknown episodes)
Walk Don't Run (1966)
... aka Walk, Don't Run (USA: promotional title)
"Bob Hope Presents the Chrysler Theatre" (1 episode, 1966)
... aka The Chrysler Theater
... aka Universal Star Time (syndication title)
- The Faceless Man (1966) TV episode
The Slender Thread (1965)
Mirage (1965)
The Pawnbroker (1964)
But you were close. You are starting to crank your cortex into some semblence of how to approach language poetically--and the truth is your interpretation has just as much merit as mine; perhaps more.
And of course there are those insecure emotions of mine that are terribly "hurt" that you would use me, and my poetric preambles as something to be held up to ridicule, as something to be laughed at, possibly scorned or pitied.
You are right also that I cannot beat you up any more. The other day I was mugged by a 9 year old girl. She kicked the crap out of me. As I lie there watching her go through my wallet, extracting the cash, I asked her what would drive her to such depravity; sex, drugs, or rock and roll? "Chill out Dude, I just need a new cell phone." was her reply. What is this world coming to?
Yeah, the NY Philharmonic is splashed all over the media with their concerts--"never been so many Americans in Korea since the war in 1951" one source put it.
Some NBC reporters got to snooping around over there and found that on the few places the internet is allowed, all references to Korea have been deleated. Kim Ping Poo is really a paranoid asshole. Kind of reminds me of several fascist Republicans, but don't get me started. Barrack Hussain Obama, now there is a hometown kid that might bring us into the 21st century properly.
As to SSO, and Gerry's need to have a huge staff of part-timers, someone should start an investigation. That shit should not be allowed to fly! What does a concertmaster do, sell tickets?
Yes the Palace Garnier is a huge place, honeycombed with catacombs and secret passages. I am surprised it took them so long to crawl around in it. They should have called Scully and Muldar with their little halogen flashlights.
Gosh, it is so good to be back in the cyber blogsaddle. Now I will have to go back and look at the abuse I must have suffered in your three previous postings.
Glenn
Sure,
look what he has done for music.
Then compare it to some turkey whose greatest hit is some fake cats yowling.
I gotta get to the Aurora Bridge before they get the fence up.
Look up, Annie, here I come.
Sorry 'bout the hole in your roof and the mess in your kitchen.
Speaking of viri, I, too seem to have swallowed one or more of the discourteous little buggers now traveling on down my esophagus.
I'm hoping the insolent semi-lifeform
keeps going.
When they get to my socks, I'll throw the whole shebang in the washing machine.
That'll teach 'em a lesson they'll never forget.
Hallo, Alle!
Gerry's move to "divide and conquer" evidently got counquered.
Great! You see, we DO need unions!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Hallo, Alle!
Gerry's move to "divide and conquer" evidently got counquered.
Great! You see, we DO need unions!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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