Per un pugno dollari

Yesterday I found a big book about Clint Eastwood at the library.
Turns out that clint spent some time here in the 50s and 60s.
Part of that time as a lifeguard in Renton.
This brings up a strange memory for me.
At the beach in Seward park there is a pottery studio where I once took a class and I remember the guy, big guy, good lookin' fella, who tended the kiln.
What I remember is that he gave me a funny look when I told him to
go ahead and bake my clay.

I just wonder.

In the meantime, the Quartet recording project progresses.
I've located all the players and David is organizing the event.
I'm beside myself with anxiety, which makes it a little hard to type, what with me getting in my way and all.

I am also considering that book of the Bible "Ecclesiastes" which starts out,

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity

This "demo tape" is going to cost a bit, but what the hey?

Watch the following at your own risk.

Pequeño Sarah

Then visit Oboeinsight for a vid of Aretha
Which will reassemble your head.

If Respect is better than idolization, I'm doin' it!

She also sings "Nessun Dorma"
And I'm sorry to say pales in comparison to Luci.

It's a nice try but she'll never be better than Aretha

Nor will she ever need to.

For the last few years, I've been writing a series of "concertos" starting at the top of the score with the flute and moving on down through the oboe, clarinet, bassoon, horn, trumpet, trombone, tuba, and violin.
The next in line (unless I want to write a concerto for second violin) is viola.
So I've been writing short pieces for viola and piano to get the feel of the instrument, or at least as much of it as I can get from my viola patch.
Also I'm converting the James Joyce poems from tenor to viola.

The viola has a very dark tone and I get the feeling, at the top of its range that it that it kind of wishes it were a violin.
So that it could fly.
But it's is a more pensive sound.
More philosophical.

That's sorta why I thought of the JJ poems

Now that I think of it It seems a good sound for Anna Livia Plurabelle as she floats out to sea.

After that it's the cello.

Which is stuck to the ground with that pointy thing coming out the bottom.

Then Bass.

I was once vacationing in a little south sea island.
As soon as I got off the plane I heard some drumming.
Pretty good drumming.
The drumming continued through the night.
The next morning, I asked the desk clerk what it was all about.
The desk clerk told me that it was a very bad thing if the drumming ever stopped.
A very bad thing.
When I asked why, he said;

When drum stop, Bass solo start

We speak now of Beamers

1951 Bristol 401 Saloon
After the war, Bristol Airplane company took as reparations a BMW engineer and the rights to the 325/327 model.
They assumed that the market for bombers was about to wane.
The Bristol 400 was basically the BMW with Bristol badges.

After a few years of that they brought out the 401.
The 401 was the BMW chassis with a body derived from an Italian design by Superleggera
I think that was the name of the company, it is also the name of the construction scheme.
The body being outlined with a light steel tube frame then covered with aluminium
(here we would use aluminum) panels
Anyway Bristol, being an airplane company, had a wind tunnel wherein they tested the streamlining of the thing and made it one of the most aero-slippery of it's time.

They also modified it's looks to get rid of some if not most of it's
Italianate grace.
They kept the inline six of the BMW

Later models used an American V-8 of a Chrysler persuasion.

The British cop show featuring inspector Lynley also co-starred a Bristol 409, 410 or 411.

I don't remember which.

It looks rather sad here due to a few years of neglect.
I have better pictures but they are not scanned yet.

The original engine had a cracked head, so I traded it for a Citroen 2CV and installed a Ford Falcon engine mated it to a Toyota Celica 5 speed transmission.

I ride

Meredith said the sun would come out so I rode to Queen Anne Starbucks and had a tall drip I sometimes feel a little cannibalistic doing this, being's as how I am somewhat of a tall drip myself. (I have a similar problem with Thanksgiving)

I also had a peanut butter cookie and a coffee cake (yum)
I have no problem with these.

34.5 miles.
3:19:48 hours.
10.3 average speed.
35.8 Maximum speed.
1091 total miles.
52 - 58 degrees.

I'm getting to where I like the hills better than the flats.
I feel like I've accomplished something.

In desperation for something even remotely resembling humor, I went back and looked at the words "peanut butter".

A real small goat?

You guys can work on "coffee cake".

Unless you have better things to do.

Which surely you must.

BTW, the sun came out @22 miles.

Tiny modes of transportation

Fuel feed problem on the Honda.
Could be a fuel shutoff valve not opening.
Or some electrical relay not working.
I imagine that is thrilling news for you all.

Jissa sec while I look out the window.....hmmm, foggy smoky grey.

Looks cold and/or wet.

No bike rides today, music work instead.

Or just computer games.

Or sleep all day.

Ho Hum

Speaking of cute little automotivational devices;


FIAT Cinquecento










The FIAT is a heckofalot cuter than the Honda

Honda

Neighborhood party last night.
I agreed to get a neighbors Honda Elite scooter started.
That's what I've been doing this morning.

Fuel problem, maybe. Charging it's little teeny battery as we speak
(as I type, actually)

Other than that there's nothing new here.

My voting finger is cramping up in anticipation of the long awaited 4th.

I suppose a picture might make up for a lack of inspiration.


Pacific ocean beach.


Tire tracks.


Meredith in a yellow Land's end jacket.


Horizon.



I'd quit now but I still have a half a cup of coffee to finish.

The battery's probably not charged yet, anyway.

Hmmmm....

None of this is funny, which makes the blog title somewhat irrelevant.

But, in a greater sense, lot's of stuff is.

Stuff we worry about anyway.

Actually, I feel a bit guilty today for not worrying about stuff.

Even stuff that's supposed to be relevant.

I've got one vote and I'm not afraid to use it.
If the world continues on it's basket borne descent, at least it's not my fault.

Ummm......

Well, I guess I'll just Bug off.

So long, Doc.

Why work?

Today would be a good one for a nice long bike ride, but there is yard work to be done.

Zach of

Gathering Note

Has raised the question,

What is the best classical event of the last 50 years?

Go help him out, this is all I can come up with

Speight's Ring Cycle.
Bullet's gift of KING-FM
Tom Baker's Salon.
Gerry's arrival.
Gerry's departure.
Rainier Symphony's Symphonie Fantastique.
None of it seems truly outstanding.

Oboeinsight

Reports the following,

Quiet Day

Sunday I will be taking a quiet day.

After all … how can you miss me if I won’t go away? ;-)

Oboists have all the best ideas.

Rhymes too......

Post for today

My in-house computer maven did a bunch of cyberthingys to my computer and it seems to be behaving itself.

Walked to the store for coffee and cornmeal.

Jet fighter planes are buzzing the neighborhood.

The cat is sleeping on the back of the chair.












I've been eating too much Halloween candy.

'nother nice fall day....

Sleepy..............

Denk, Palin, Grumpy old fart

Do not read another word of this post.
Go immediately to Think Denk.

It's just another Sarah Palin roast, but it has depths that Tina Fey doesn't achieve.

Sarah Moosewrangler

Yesterday, on my usual trek, I watched several vids satirizing this ******* ***** (and I mean that in the literal sense of both words).

I'm sorry that I don't have the subtlety of mind or the education of a Jeremy Denk.

Or the Talent.

Especially the talent I don't have.

But at least I post more often.

Soho the Dog

Has something about her too.

I was thinking of voting for the Grand Oil Party just for four years of Tina Fey, but I've had enough of the whole inane process.
The country goes to hell on a regular basis without my help.

It would be nice to take the bill of rights out of it's plastic wrap (it's even tougher than the stuff they entomb CDs in apparently)

But have you ever read the thing?

Everybody treated equally under the law?

Have you ever heard such absurdity?

Let's face it, this country has yet to deliver on any of it's insane promises.

If you got it, the law will help you keep it.

No matter how you got it in the first place.

If you don't got it, the law will help you maintain your socio-economic station.

AND....What's more....Freedom of speech...

What about that?


........


Now I'm going to try to post a picture of the lake I looked at Wednesday








That's the lake but from the wrong place.

It's a crappy picture, besides.

I give up.

Ahhh...much better

Well the bike sorta worked. Chain only fell off thrice and only jammed between the gear and the wheel once.

37.7 miles.
3:48:30 hours.
9.8 mph average.
34.4 max speed.
1056 odometer.
Ambient temp 57 - 68 degs

Not a very fast ride but I did some lollygagging.
Those lollies are just a bit too noisy, really annoys the hell out of me.
Naw, I was just enjoying the bright, cool day.
Once I got up 3rd north hill to the Q.A. Starbucks, I did a little recce of my old neighborhood.
Then sat out side enjoying my tall drip and a cherry danish.
Watching the nice people of Queen Anne go by.
Q.A. Is a nice place. The people are nice, the architecture is nice, the baristas are nice.
And when they try to run over you in a Seattle Symphony related incident, the smile whilst doing it.

Which is nice.

After that I zoomed down 3rd north and explored the south side canal bike trail.
It ends at Foss tug, so it was dangerous streets teeming with snarling traffic all the way to the Ballard bridge.
But, after that, it was well trodden trail all the way home.
Stopped once at Leschi for a breather.
Looked at the lake.
Nice lookin' lake.
When I got to Seward park I didn't just ride up the long hill out of there, I attacked it used biceps, triceps, quadriceps, and quinticeps (are there such muscles?) (and what about UNIceps, or does the United Nations have a copyright)
(maybe those are the animals that didn't make it on the Ark?).
Anyway I also nailed the worse (steeper anyway) hill up Waters for a new world record.
New record; once.
Old record; none.

All this riding my archaic '65 Peugeot.

Peugeot, by the way, is one of the oldest non brewing companies in the world.
Peugeot made stuff for Napoleon.
Wire, actually which ladies of the time used to pouff out their hoop skirts in order to, get this, MAKE THEIR BUTTS LOOK BIG!

Go figure, eh?

Mutatus Mutandus (that's such a cool phrase. I'll have to look up what it means some day).

Anyway wire led to wire wheels which led to bicycles which led to cars.
Including a petite little bugger that Ettore Bugatti designed.

My experience with them leads me to wonder if the world might not have been better off if they had stopped at bikes.

Things seem to be clogging up on this archaic computer so I can't seem to loat a picture on the nice lake.

Maybe later.

If at first....

Another sunny day too good to waste on persiflage.
So I'm off my rocker and on the road.

Short ride

Halfway up the block my front dérailleur broke.

.2 miles
4.2 mph avg.
3.38 minutes
17.2 max (apparently when I coasted home).

So...the rest of the day till now consisted of a pooter trip to Recycled Cycles in the U-Dist and a search of fabric stores for fabric for drapes.

And lunch at Paseo's on Fremont (across from the Swingside) for some good Caribbean food.




















I'd write more but, suddenly.................

Crows in a Canyon

Here is the photograph that Meredith took on our Arizona trip.
This is Antelope canyon.
The pictures in the lobby of the ornate Meany theater are of this natural phenomenon.
Only the Meany's are much larger.


























This is my contribution to the Halloween season.
It is the Halloween season isn't it?




It's a nice day I'm going riding.

Bye.

Insurance salesmen

Today is (or was, actually) Charles Ives' birthday.

I couldn't find any other composers with the same birthday in my encyclopedia so I am unable to expand on that.

I took my own advice about checking out the archIVES (ha ha) for May and June for the Arizona pictures.
Because of the Antelope canyon pics displayed at the UW's Meany theater yesterday.

I used to be a lot funnier.

The site used to be anyway, what with all those imaginary people commenting.

But in a way, we are all imaginary.

What is a human being anyway but a great ape with an overactive imagination?

Descartes said that, I think, or something like.

It was Popeye who said "I yam what I yam"

So apparently he thought he was an orange potato.

To each his own, I guess.

Our new furniture arrived today, a big fluffy couch and a matching chair.
The room is all rearranged and looking very comfy.
We are not expecting the Spanish Inquisition.
But Si es atal, es atal.

Is the economy stimulated yet?

Dias Irae

Lot'sa music this weekend.

Yestidday we attended the Rainier Symphony's season opener.
The game pitted Tchaikovsky against Berlioz.

"Pete" as no one ever calls him, Tchaikovsky brought his venerable
Piano Concerto #1.
And "Hec" Berlioz stacked the deck by bringing his barn-burner
Symphony Fantastique.

No contest as far as I'm concerned.

Regina Yeh was the pianist. She wore a black gown that gave a good view of the workings of her biceps, triceps, and deltoids, humerus, radius, ulna, carpals and digits as she belted out all the thick openhanded chords.
That kind of practice could lead to a good basketball handling technique.
But can she hit 8 out of 10 from downtown?

I don't actually like that piece much, nice tunes and all, but....ah...who cares why?

Symphony Fantastique's second movement has one of the most beautiful waltzes, nearly bringing a tear due to it's heartbreaking loveliness.
Which is it's point, actually.

SF has a story that goes along with the music.
An artist falls in love with a heartbreakingly lovely girl and lets his obsession get the better of him.
(It's better to practice these kind of things in the privacy of your own home. Bringing them out into the public just causes unpleasant misunderstandings)
When she rejects him he takes a not quite lethal dose of opium and in a dream imagines killing her and being sent to hell for his trouble.

I thought to myself, what the hell, why not try some of that along with the music.
So I picked out the best looking violist and imagined she was playing just for me.
I tried to get her to look at me by projecting esp messages, but she just kept looking at this guy who was threatening her with a stick.

Go figger 'em

The story sort of parallels Berlioz' own experience with a Shakespearian actress names Smithson (related to the institute?)
She originally rejected him but later they got together and had a truly horrible time of it for a while

Anyway the orchestra played it brilliantly and Meredith and I were both mightily invigorated.

They nailed it!

Today it was Seattle Philharmonic.

Who programed three pieces,

"Three Intradas for Brass by Vaclav Nelhybel (it cant be pronounced, don't try)
Symphony #36 the "Linz" by Joe Mozart.
And Suite #3 for Orchestra by Tchaikovsky.

This time Pete won, so I guess he's still in the running.

Oh yeah, Both the Symphonie Fantastique and the Tchaikovsky suite make use of the "Dies Irae" hymn.

Something that gave me and Meredith a bit of a chuckle.

I've never been in the Meany hall in it's latest configuration and I was at first intimidated by all the money that the UW has to spread around.

Lots of art by well known artists on the walls, including several photographs of
Antelope Canyon and other places we just visited in Arizona.

Check out the archives around May or June.

Nominations

Comment from kransberg-talvi

How about this for skeletons in a closet: Every time I post anything related to the local band, my entries are removed from all search
engines. Repeatedly!

Check your own material. People in the IT field suspect a local, influential and VERY wealthy individual as the only possible culprit.

This is America--not China.

Yeah, in China they shoot bigshots who play games with their countries' economic structure.
Games that are essentially pyramid schemes.
We are not that barbaric, we aid, abet, and enable them with bailouts.
Because we are liberal and believe giving people a second chance.
Aren't we sweet?

Anyway, economics either is or are not very interesting.

What is truly important is the name for our new Prius.

We waited until we got the new plates to see if the letters spelled anything
The Volvo's name was LEA because the plate was ### LEA.
Unfortunately the Toyota's plate is ### YKK
If you remember to look at the various closures on your attire you will, or may, notice the brand logo YKK on your zipper pulls.

So "Zipper" is a front runner.

Or "Skipper"

That would go along with the Vespa.

Skipper and Scooter.

Not very scatological.

Scooter and Pooter would be funnier.

And with this once great country in a moral nosedive, funny is all we got, me amis.

I originally wanted to call it Fart, or Little Fart or Le Pet, because of it's utility in relieving gas pains, but Meredith says no.

Women are so proper!

So, as it stands moral nosedivewise, we should swap Sarah Palin for Michael Palin and elect Tina Fey president.

That's my story and I'll deny ever having said it.

Yesterday while in the midst of my downtown/music education jaunt, I was able to listen to YouTubes of Bach's first suite for unaccompanied cello played by Pablo Casals, M Rostropovich, and Yo Yo Ma.

Are we a lucky little blip in the overall scheme of things or what?

Anyway the project for recording the string quartet is proceeding apace.
I've almost got the score readable.
I've got a conductor and general organizer.
I still need violins, viola and cello.
I've talked to a cellist whose name you'd recognize in an instant (maybe two of three instances) who indicated that hiring himself might be possible.
This is a busy season for professional musicians, apparently.

I've sorta given up on putting the cello duet on the Dec. 5 salon.

Anomann arrives today.
Tomorrow it's the Rainier Symphony and Berlioz's Symphony Fantastique
Sunday it's Seattle Philharmonic and.....something new and exciting.
I could go and look it up, but...you know me.

P.S. I'm sorry about chickening out on trying to spell M. Rostropovich's first name, but gimme a break, I flunked out of collidge.

P.P.S. The scooters name is Cecilia anyway, V.E.R.D.I.!

Bones

It has recently been discovered (by me) that bones continue to grow even after death.
The rate of growth is very small, but bones do continue to process minerals and increase in size over the millennia.
Over a span of 65 million years, bones can make incredible size changes.
What this means to paleontologists, however is significant.
What it means is that dinosaurs were really quite small creatures.
The largest of which were never larger than a medium sized dog.

I have done a large amount of research on the matter and am certain of it's veracity.

Any sore loser paleontologists will just have to learn to live with it.

Frank, Joe, and Mike.

Yesterday, Sunday October 12, a day which will live in, well, a calendar.

We drove the new Prius to St. Steven's Episcopal Church to listen to Philharmonia Northwest open it's 34th season with some Mozart, some Von Suppe, and the Haydn bros, Joe and Mike.

The Jake and Elwood of their day.

The show opened with the Mozart Serenade in D, "Notturno"

I find Mozart always to be problematical. If it wasn't for his elevation to some kind of God-like status, there would be no question of his genius but his music always seems childish to me.
I feel as if I'm being chucked under the chin or having my cheek pinched in order to make me cheer up. "Aren't I the cutest little thing" and the like.

It is enjoyable enough music, but I much prefer more steroids in the mix.

Then we moved on to Michael Haydn's Trumpet Concerto No 2.
With Ian Newhall playing the trumpet.
Mr Newhall wore a very snappy checkered vest with the usual black'n'white performers costume and played very well, much better than I and way beyond my ability to criticize.
The performance for me was soured a bit by the fact that the music was by Mike Haydn and not all that hot a piece.

My trumpet concerto is better.

Listening to Miles Davis on the way to the concert didn't help the comparison either.

Light Cavalry Overture by Franz Von Suppe.
I guess it's what we had to depend on before we had Rock'n'Roll.

Intermission:
I bought a cookie and a brownie (Meredith Didn't want anything) and searched the crowd for celebrities.

After which we were treated to Franz Joseph Haydn's Symphony No. 100 the "Military"

Trumpet (bugle) calls and additional percussion in the second movement are what make it "Military".
If you say so, to me it's no way as military as Jimi Hendrix's "Star Spangled Banner"
But how were the Haydns to know about Jimi?
It's a nice symphony.
The Haydn bros were nice people.
Joe's music was, and is still, nice, and his place on the roster of the greats is secure.

The band, led by Roupen Shakarian played well, as always, and a fine time was had by all.
At least I enjoyed myself as much as I'd care to admit without giving up any of my macho posing.

Noticed the lack of our names on the program.
I've been forgetting a lot this year, (including real estate taxes, whoof!)
So I'm going to have to cut them a check.

You too, support the many excellent volunteer orchestras in the area.

Save the dough you were going to spend at Benaroya and give it to Phil NW, Seattle Phil, Rainier Sym, Auburn Sym, Simple Measures, et al.

Just don't waste your hard earned stimulus check on the Satanic SSO.

Plagiarism

I am creatively bankrupt, so I'm posting this from my e-mail.
The discussion is about the differences in composing methods, (Piano, Computer, Pen and ink.)

In my undergraduate days, I considered composing on a piano, but all the
ink I had was black, and the pianos were also black, so legibility left
much to be desired.

Matthew H. Fields
http://www.matthewfields.net
Music: Splendor in Sound

Good one, Matt!

We are going to a Philharmonia Northwest concert this afternoon.

In the meantime it's to the store for milk and eggs.

Oh yeah, I also stole this from Oboeinsight.

I have a message for hopeful superstars stepping onto the Seattle scene: wannabes turn into hasbeens around here. The clever ones pack their bags and leave before it’s too late. Oboist nonpareil Alex Klein fled from the University of Washington’s environment of self-satisfied mediocrity to become Principal of Chicago Symphony under Daniel Barenboim. Alex now teaches at Oberlin. Paul Coletti, the prominent viola soloist and chamber musician, departed from the ADS (Artistic Dustbin Seattle) and is currently a faculty member of the Colburn School at University of Southern California. Los Angeles seems to attract geniuses and hold onto them. Joshua Roman, young cellist extraordinaire, caught on in the nick of time, stepping out of you-know-where: the kindergarten sandbox.

I am always on the lookout for unpleasant things to say about this boring little hick town and especially the SSO, who chose to have a hostile relationship with me.

Bitterness is my solace.

Katy Webber

Greetings all! I decided to copy and paste the e-mail Chris sent out because I couldn't have said it better myself. :)

P.S.
You are welcome to take a listen by visiting:

Katy Webber

or check out some of Chris' fantastic jazz music by visiting:

Chris

...please keep in mind this is his jazz music and not the vocal music he will be performing. Thanks!


On Friday, October 10th, I will be once again performing a set of my original piano-powered art-pop songs. This time I will be joined by the lovely and talented Katy Webber. Katy and I used to perform together often, but we have not shared the stage (or the corner, as the case may be) in over two years. I'm so excited to be performing with her again. Expect some new original music from both of us, and a few of our classic numbers with new twists. A night of reunion and of reinvention.

Stickman Coffee
3516 Fremont Place N
Friday, October 10th
8pm to 10pm
Donations accepted.

Margaret Chase Smith

Margaret Chase Smith.

December 15 1897 to May 29 1995

First woman elected to both houses of congress.
First to congressperson to condemn Joe McCarthy.
First woman to have her name placed in nomination for president.
She lost the nomination to Barry Goldwater.


http://www.mcslibrary.org/bio/biog.htm


No Joke.

Mille Miglia

Man, I cant believe it takes a half hour just to read 2 e-mails and finally get this piece of junk machine to let me on to this page.

Phooey!

Anyway, I didn't find a cave and hibernate as I hinted yesterday.

What I did do was strike out for a 25 mile ride which ended up a 66 mile ride.

I'd tell you more, but it takes 5 minutes to type each sentence, so I'll just post the stats.

Trip - 66.3 miles.
Time - 6:33:21 hours.
Average speed - 10.0 miles per hour.
Maximum speed - 34 miles per hour.
Total miles - 1018

Fall behind

I have stuffed myself with roots and berries.
I am very sleepy.
Wake me in May.

Swell party

Last night Meredith invited some friends from work and a good time was had by all.
About four beers into the evening, I heard some tinkling of piano keys.
I thought it might be the 6 year old boy who was playing with the stash of toys we keep around for baby sitting purposes, but it turned out to be someone reading through the scores of my "12 Variations on an Imaginary Folk Song" that I've been trying to play.
The score now has a new home, one that will be able to appreciate it more capably.
Also, I managed to unload 3 CDs of the piece.
And generate some interest in a couple pieces for soprano and piano.

Now I am waiting anxiously for tonight's SNL to see what they do with the Palin/Biden debate.

Back in town

Looked like a bit of rain today but I fired up the Vespa anyway to begin my next round of musical education.

Just a light mist as I pooted along the beautiful tree-lined boulevard of lake Washington.

Parked at SCCC (Seattle Central Community College) and headed downtown to RitzPix store #R 1030 to get the picture of my VW van with the Ferrari on the side converted to digital so I can show it to you.
Then on to Caffe Ladro for the usual.

While I was sipping my tall drip, three SSO musicians dropped by on a break from their musico-necrophilio polishing up of some "classical" musical corpse or other, then sadly dragged back to their Siberial penance.

Poor guys, they seem like such decent folks.

I, lucky I, on the other hand got to go to City Hall and listen to Hot Club Sandwich play their brand of thirties gypsy flavored jazz (think Django Reinhart)

Real live music, every one having fun, kids running amok, audience participation, applauding hot solos, everything that the snootocrats of the "classical" music world are so afraid to countenance.

Two acoustic guitars, one beautiful arch top electric, a violin, a double bass, a ukulele, a mandolin, some singing, what a deal!

Soooo...after that I trudged back to SCCC only to find I was an hour and a half early.

So I took a nostalgia trip in my old 'hood.
The Ferrari store was still there so I went in and bs'd with the salesmen for a bit then went to the coffee shop that now inhabits the building where I worked as a mechanic for 20 years or so.
This is a different coffee shop than the one at my shop in
Maple Leaf neighborhood which is a coffee shop called Cloud City.

This one is called Stumptown Coffee Roasters
They roast the stuff on the spot
Half a block south of Madison on 12th.

Gave me a free cup for the story of my years in the place.

Try it some time.
The coffee's good and the chocolate chip cookie ain't bad either.

Finally got to school fooled around with the flute concerto.
I think I've finally gotten it to work properly.

Got back to the scooter, the streets were dry.
At least until I got out of Madison Park and down the treacherous switchback curves to Lk.Wash. Blvd. where it rained robustly on my levied knees for awhile until I passed Leschi.
I was almost dry again when I got home.

Nice day.



My 67 VW van playing host to the very image of a 1949 formula one Ferrari.

I painted this in '85 when I had time on my hands in the first months after opening my shop.

Then in '97, Road & Track magazine published a picture of the thing, sadly faded, in their humor section. And I quit the 'biz

Anything for a laugh.