Biblical referance
This just in from God,
Vote ye not for the black man,
Lest ye become an Obama nation.
Wow! I guess that settles it.
Is Ross Perot still running?
Mit Romney?
Back home again, the counter top on the sink side of the kitchen
(where we keep our kitch)
is nailed down and grouted, another milestone.
Actually, it just looks like stone, it is ceramic, I think.
Nailing it is not easy, the stuff is really brittle.
Oh ha, ha!
Anyway doing the grouting took all the time I had yesterday for Fidelio.
Then, in this morning's Times is an article about a cyclist who broke his neck riding where I often ride.
Scary.
This guy used to ride the STP (200 miles) in one day.
My riding partner likes to do that.
I think she has abandoned me 'cuz I'm such a wimp.
Flaking out on a measly 30 miler.
Sic semper gloria mundi (not her real name)
This week looms large for me music-wise.
Thursday, besides school, I will be attending Moisture Festival to hear Katy Webber.
Last time I went to one of these things, both Jeremy and Stuart were in the band.
Jeremy is out in the world somewhere last I heard, maybe Stuart is still with.
We'll see.
Moisture Fest is at Hale's brewery on Leary way between Fremont and Ballard
Music, comedy and thrilling aerialists.
Show starts at 7:30.
Friday, it's Paul Rucker, bassist and visual artist.
His wall art uses musical notation as a theme and his videos feature flaming money.
Reminding me of the last time I gassed up the Volvo.
He'll be at the Chapel, 8:00.
Saturday, it's a matinée, 4:00 at the Chapel
With music by Gavin Borchert and friends.
Read all about it here;
Good Shepard Chapel
Vote ye not for the black man,
Lest ye become an Obama nation.
Wow! I guess that settles it.
Is Ross Perot still running?
Mit Romney?
Back home again, the counter top on the sink side of the kitchen
(where we keep our kitch)
is nailed down and grouted, another milestone.
Actually, it just looks like stone, it is ceramic, I think.
Nailing it is not easy, the stuff is really brittle.
Oh ha, ha!
Anyway doing the grouting took all the time I had yesterday for Fidelio.
Then, in this morning's Times is an article about a cyclist who broke his neck riding where I often ride.
Scary.
This guy used to ride the STP (200 miles) in one day.
My riding partner likes to do that.
I think she has abandoned me 'cuz I'm such a wimp.
Flaking out on a measly 30 miler.
Sic semper gloria mundi (not her real name)
This week looms large for me music-wise.
Thursday, besides school, I will be attending Moisture Festival to hear Katy Webber.
Last time I went to one of these things, both Jeremy and Stuart were in the band.
Jeremy is out in the world somewhere last I heard, maybe Stuart is still with.
We'll see.
Moisture Fest is at Hale's brewery on Leary way between Fremont and Ballard
Music, comedy and thrilling aerialists.
Show starts at 7:30.
Friday, it's Paul Rucker, bassist and visual artist.
His wall art uses musical notation as a theme and his videos feature flaming money.
Reminding me of the last time I gassed up the Volvo.
He'll be at the Chapel, 8:00.
Saturday, it's a matinée, 4:00 at the Chapel
With music by Gavin Borchert and friends.
Read all about it here;
Labels: G.L.O.R.I.A
posted by Lane Savant at 9:50 AM
26 Comments:
That jibe from on high makes me want to send him back to the Baracks, or put him on the barack until his knuckles pop good and loud. I always knew that God remained pissed off after he realized that his only son was actually a very dark skinned Arabic Jew.
Ross Perot just flew by my bathroom window when I was in Texas, and his ears were getting tired, even though he was still smiling from all the money he made that day, and the fact that he had just shit his pants.
Mit Romney is fighting with the FBI regarding their confiscation of 400 children from that Texas Mormon compound. He claimed that there were some real babes in the bunch, and it wasn't right to just jerk them out into the world like that.
Your progress in the kitchen is admirable, really. Fidelio is patient their in its perch in the basement. Bike riding can be perilous and scary. Glad to hear you are getting your mind right about it.
Here's the skinny on the Moisture Festival (they got strippers too):
The seeds for the festival were planted at the Oregon Country Fair, and the Moisture was added by the vaudeville/circus/music scene in Seattle. In 1996 Tom Noddy the Bubble Guy, a regular at the Oregon Country Fair, surprised Ron W. Bailey with an invitation to attend a Comedy/Varietè Festival in Berlin. The event was created by Hacki Ginda, a notorious German clown. The trip was thrilling because it was a great time for the creative performers in Berlin and it was a festival that inspired everyone involved. Every day and night there was unique and wonderful entertainment in two tents, one large theater "The Chameleon" and several smaller venues in mid-town Berlin. Tom Noddy, Ron and Hacki dreamed about someday bringing a festival like that to the people in Seattle.
Enter Maque Davis of Cirque de Flambe, The Fremont Players and ex-President for Life of the Fremont Arts Council. Maque helped organize the Fremont Solstice Parade and created "Trolloween." Maque and Ron had often talked about bringing some of the acts from the Oregon Country Fair to Seattle, so in 2003 they joined ideas.
Realizing the grand scope of a festival they brought in Tim Furst, aka Fyodor Karamazov of The Flying Karamazov Brothers, along with Sandy Palmer and Simon Neale of the Fremont Players to help organize the event. In 2004, with the help of Fremonstor Theatrical and Du Caniveaux and the contributions of many artists and sponsors, they created "The Moisture Festival" to bring Comedy/Varietè to the center of the universe and the greater Seattle area.
The first festival was only five days long and held in a tent in Fremont, rented at a discount from His Reverend Chumleigh. Fortune was on the festival's side when many of our favorite artists responded to the request to perform in the tent and help us create and christen the first shows. Braving a wonderful rain, the tent shivered and shook, and we all basked in the limelight of inspired performance. It has continued to be the generosity and willingness of the comedy/varietè artists that keeps the festival alive. Also, it should be mentioned that there is much more to a festival than performing in it. There have always been many volunteers who work hard and share in the fun of making it happen. Megan Newman has been the invaluable volunteer coordinator.
There were key sponsors who came on board with early enthusiasm. One was the Utilikilts company, Megan Hass and Steven Villegas. Another sponsor, an unassuming guy delivering the kegs to the tent for Hale's Brewery, turned out to be Mike Hale. He would end up bringing his wife Kathleen to an evening show and later they would offer to help in any way they could. This led to the Hale's Brewery warehouse space being converted to The Palladium for the two week 2005 festival, at which 13 of 19 shows sold out. The Palladium served as the heart of the 2006 festival, and it worked so well that the festival occupied the Palladium again in 2007, and the same heart keeps beating.
Due to the 2005 festival's extremely popular late night burlesque shows, we created a new traveling theater for the Moisture Festival Burlesque in '06, and Sandy Palmer named it the Liberty. In 2006, it traveled to Fremont Studios, one of the most spectacular under-used performance spaces in Seattle. The collision of Comedy/Varietè and Burlesque at the Liberty was a luscious delight for two packed nights!
In 2007 The Liberty traveled again, this time to ACT Theatre for four sold out shows due to another wonderful collaboration with the truly tantalizing Seattle Burlesque performers, organized by Rhonda Sable, Cathy Sutherland and Martha Enson.
As we prepare for the 5th anniversary in 2008, the Moisture Festival continues to evolve. We achieved our goal of becoming an official 501©(3) nonprofit organization, and we welcomed Katherine Bragdon as a producer and member of the Board of Directors.
We are determined to continue to bring comedy/varietè artists together each spring and to bring laughter and awe to audiences with this fantastic form of entertainment. Seattle is a city that appreciates the weird and wonderful. They enjoy eccentric skilled performance and community events.
We proudly carry the torch and continue the history of Comedy/Varietè here and now at The Moisture Festival. We soon will be five years old and we are prepared to act our age.
There are a ton of Kathy Webers:
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Paul Rucker sounds like a cool dude.
Solo Cello Benefit Concert for the Innocence Project, April 11
SEATTLE – Recent Washington State Arts Commission/Artist Trust Fellowship recipient, Seattle composer-musician-visual artist Paul Rucker
will present a solo cello concert on April 11. This event intends to bring awareness to the Innocence Project: www.innocenceproject.org, a national litigation and public policy organization dedicated to exonerating wrongfully convicted people through DNA testing and reforming the criminal justice system to prevent future injustice. All proceeds will go to the organization.
In 2003 Rucker released the cd History of an Apology, based on the cruel acts of the Tuskegee experiment in which black males in rural Alabama were used as human guinea pigs. In the Seattle community, Rucker is active in issues surrounding race and social justice. “This is not just about blacks, Hispanics, or whites being wrongfully convicted, it’s about humans” says Rucker. Justice should be blind; unfortunately, wrongful convictions happen disproportionately to people of color.
The Solo Cello Concert will be held April 11 at 8 pm in the Chapel at the Good Shepherd Center (4649 Sunnyside Ave. N., Seattle). Admission is
$5–$15 sliding scale.
For more information about Paul Rucker, please visit www.paulrucker.com.
You are so fortunate to be able to reinforce your culture gene at will, and of course for just being you, who is unique in all the cosmos, sir.
What the hell happened on the posting before this one? 24 comments! Christ, you are becoming more popular than Jesus. John Lennon said that and look what happened to him.
Glenn
I tell you Dougie, sometimes Ye Protest Too Much thinkith meith. If you think it can be dangerous to "ride your bike" in traffic, why not grow some nads and wrap your skinny thighs around 100hp of Harley, and get out there and wrangle those Detroit bitches? I am testament to the fact that a motorcyle is the single most dangerous way to propel your ass through space. Tell Butch I liked his haiku about me.
Eddy Emerald
Doug's thighs are not "skinny". I should know. I check them out all the time. I think you are the one that protests too much, Eddy boy.
Emily
Look Emmy--your habitual jumping in to "protect" your lover man is tedious, petulant, and boring. He loves you from afar; get it? Maybe after he kicks the bucket you will have a chance to score with him, but gosh, the way you gush over Palmer makes washers fall off my sphinkter for sure. You are really a one note lady, and as far as I am concerned your poetry is too much of the same tone as well.
Eddy
Maybe Vincent Price should have played you instead of playing me so often in those Roger Corman flicks. Julie Harris portrayed you as passionate yet detached. Price would have played you more realistically.
Eddie Allen Poo
Both of you misanthropes give manhood a bad name! Eddy, your album SIDEBURNS sold about 15 copies, and those corny lyrics fall short of any poetic intonation. Eddie Poo, you just shut the hell up. Nobody was talking to you. Julie Harris is a very special lady, and I was thrilled that she played me on stage and in that 1975 movie. Remember, she did some love scenes with James Dean in his first film. Vincent Price turned into a fly, and was frightened by the Tingler. He was a worse ham than John Carradine, and they both knew it when they appeared together with their little buddy Peter Lorre, and threw Karloff in for fun.
Emily
You know Doug, you really have to do something about these dead bloggers who feel free to just bombard your comments section with their thoughts. It is cool, though, in some ways. What other blog has so many of the departed sharing their views with you? None, I assure you. FEEL FREE TO LAUGH, the cyberland of the living dead. Christ on a Crutch. I am new over here and will have to look up Eddy Emerald, Eddie Poo, and Emily.
Charlton Heston
That is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! Say the magic word and I will send down the duck to give you a dollar.
Groucho
You know dude, it is a lot more crowded over here than you could possibly imagine. You have opened the cyber floodgates now, man. Just about anybody could pitch in with their two cents worth of bull. I liked it better when I was like a secret pen pal of yours.
Eddy Emerald
Nobody really asked me, but I think the man is right! Holy Mackeral, Andy, this is getting out of hand!
the Kingfish
Has anyone seen my pills. Some sonofabitch has ripped off my meds!
Anna Nicole Smith
I enjoyed kissing Jake a hell of lot more than I let on. When cowboys ride each other one must remember to take off their spurs. Heston is already giving me shit about wasting my life, and cutting short my career. River Pheonix and John Belushi gave him a wedgy. He has been rushing around trying to part the waters, asking the Man where the hell the tablets of Moses are kept. It will take a while to deflate his ego. Did you know he was bald?
Heath Ledger
It is a fact that in life I was hung like a Missouri mule, and when I got tanked up I liked to whip it out at parties. It is sad that in Heaven your genitalia disappear. You start looking like a Ken doll with a pubic shave. I keep looking in vain for my old pal, Mr. Wiggly. Such is death.
Uncle Miltie
What does any of this deceased banter have to do with Palmer's original comment, and his outlining of the cultural events he is going to attend this week? For Christ's sake, try and stay on task here people! Personally, I would love to see the strippers in Fremont. Now that is living!
Errol Flynn
Douglas, you really must do something about the untidiness of this blogsite. Honestly, you just let anyone sound off, and many of them say the dirtiest things. I raised you to be a better person than that.
Your mother
Hey, you remember when Glenn and I were wrestling with that yankee screwdriver in Stage Crew, and he muscled the handle into my face and broke out my two front teeth? I do miss working as a mechanic at Leon's there near Lincoln Park. Did you hear that I checked out by drowning while scuba diving alone? Now that was a bone-headed stunt. By the way, I know where Al Kistenmacher is if you are truly interested.
Don Jackson
When I was President, I always wanted Roy Rogers to be my VP. Lenny would have been a great one too. Imagine it--Ronald Reagan and Roy Rogers in the White House!
Ronnie
There is a dark shelf in Graceland, and under a stack of vintage Playboys, you will find Eddy Emerald's album, SIDEBURNS. The kid had real talent. And so do you Palmer. You do have to start eating peanut butter and banana fried sandwiches though, if you want to capture the public's attention. It worked for me.
Elvis
You know, Dougster, it has always hurt my feelings a bit that you have never mentioned any of my operatic work. My movie career was never as important to me as my singing. Perhaps you need to unearth some of my albums and relisten to the operatic magic.
Mario Lanza
You know it is very liberating for a homosexual to die. God has a big heart, and he does not give a rip if you had sex with chickens or vegetables. I hated to be called a fag in public. All those old ladies within my audience were so shocked. I have been playing around a bit with some of your compositions. Perhaps you would like for me to drop by in your dreams sometime and tinkle your ivorys for you. Tell Butch I was a better actor than he ever was and I was not afraid to take a dare.
Liberace
Who's on first? It ain't Palmer. He's been a baaad booy!
Lou Costello
When you finally get the PALMER PALACE OF THE ARTS fully functional over there in Madrona, George and I would like to do a gig for you. Sonny Bono wants to join in, but we just want the Big Bopper, Elvis, and Ricky Nelson so far. We will tear the joint up--garanteed! By the way, sir, please continue with your composing. Your first big hit is close to surfacing.
John Lennon
God, imagine--Elvis Presley listened to my songs on SIDEBURNS. It gives me a jones, and I don't even have one. Sex is 95% mental anyway. You knew that, right?
Eddy Emerald
If I had it to do all over again, I would have slept in. Scalping is a bitch.
George Armstrong Custer
I resent the fact that God is a bigger star than I am. I tried every metaphysical and philosophic arguement I could, but he pryed the gun from my cold dead fingers, and told me to get busy with my finger painting. I did stand in for St. Peter for a while when he went for a halo break, but that just whetted my appetite.
Charlton Heston
I like you too much not to tell you. You have everything--except one thing; madness. I man needs a little madness, or else he will not cut the rope and be free.
Alexis Zorba
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