Thursday, January 08, 2009

On the street where we live











The part of the bluff we live on doesn't slide.

Last night I heard the world's only female reciter (singer?) of Kurt Schwitters "Usonate"
A DADA work using the human voice as a musical instrument.
Been thinking about Ella Fitsgerald ever since.
And, of course that whole period in history (the 20s and 30s)
Also about Oliver Sacks' book "Musicophilia", insights into the workings of the brain.
Music and language occupy different parts of the brain.
I'll probably have more to say about this later.
Then again, maybe not.

54 Comments:

Blogger kransberg-talvi said...

I don't have a brain, so I married one.

3:31 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

That was smart.

10:21 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Me too, actually. Miss Melva keeps me humble and on the straight and narrow. I always thought that people who are very right brained, into mathematics, the sciences, and have tons of mechanical aptitude, someone like yourself, become the musicians; even though composing or performing music is a creative effort, which is part of the left brain activity. Wait a mo, I have confused myself....again.

Mudslides always make me horny. I don't know why. So I'm having difficulty in looking at your marvelous pics of the neighborhood. Perhaps randy is a better term, all that earth moving around, all that essence oozing here and there; quite the turn on.

If you do get into using the human voice as an instrument, listen to the scat singers of the 30's and 40's; also Lena Horne and Eartha Kitt, perhaps Joni Mitchell too. Or maybe Alex after she releases ALEXTRONICA.

Thanks for reminding us who Kryton is. I think you told us that in the past when I asked the same question. It is probably a derivative of "kryptos" which became krypton, which is an actual gaseous element, having something to do with light bulbs, even though they stole it for Superman's home planet name.

Everything is drying out, thank the gods, and our lives can begin to reapproach a normalcy, so that we can have the leisure to become bored and listless again.

As you know, I have been posting some Sylvia Plath poetry over on FFTR. Jannie got me turned back on to her interesting poetic meanderings. The Anono gang do leave a few comments over there too. Nothing like over here. Christ, you have about 100 dead and famous souls that pipe up on a regular basis over here under your tutelage.

I have not abandoned my foray into Native American prose and poetry, but I got sidetracked by Jannie's poem and some spirited bra flinging.

Thankgodit'sfriday, and I mean it. Another hellish week fading into the blue haze of the workaday world. Time marchs on, even though it is basically a mindset, and not a metaphysical law or tenant. I will be 65 in June. I have to investigate Medicare now. June 2010is just around the corner. I wonder if I really will retire, or just keep hanging around, lured by the big bucks, and fall in the line of duty?

Glenn

5:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I never retired. I died first. Try it, you'll like it.

.........Edgar Poo

5:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gosh, when I drove my Harley off the Alaskan Way Viaduct, and launched myself out over Ivar's sign into Elliott Bay, I, too, left a beautiful corpse. No sagging flesh or arthritis for me. James Dean was my hero. None of that hang around and get cancer like Steve McQueen did.

...........Eddy Emerald

5:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would have liked to retire, but Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull had a different view on the subject.

.........George A. Custer

5:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don beleaf in retiremeant, just extortion. It pays better.

...........Vinnie

5:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess I could have retired, but checking out the way I did was cooler. Some say I retired after my nervous breakdown, following the publication of IN COLD BLOOD.

..........Trueman Cappotte

5:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If I had not broken my damned neck in that car wreck, I would have had a second career as a politican that would have taken the spotlight off Ike.

.......General George Pattonn

5:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Porche Spyders do look a lot like coffins, don't you think?

.......Jimmy Deean

5:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It pisses me off that I am referred to as the only wood that won't float.

............Natalie

5:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who messed with my brakes anyway?

.........Gracie Kelly

5:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Eat tons of fried banana and peanut butter sandwiches, man. Then try and take a dump. You will go out with your pants around your fricking knees.

.........Elvis the King

5:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Old comedians cannot retire. When I finally checked out they put my crank in a jar next to Dillinger's. It made his member look like an earthworm. Check it out at the Smithsonian.

............Uncle Miltie

5:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pardon me, what did you say?

........Luddy Beehhoven

5:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It wasn't drugs, it was stupidity, man. But I did look good at my funeral, enit?

........Heathbar Ledger

5:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Live large, be large, and don't give a shit. That was my credo.

...........Johnny Belooshi

5:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I gave my last performance on the sidewalk in front of Depp's nightclub. Top that, punks.

.......Rivers Pheeenix

6:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

They got to me, man. I was too popular, too black, too cool, too smart, and the man didn't dig it.

......James Marshall Hendricks

6:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just flamed out, blew out the back, burping, farting, screaming. I did not go quietly into that dark night. Actually it was wasted effort. It ain't too bad here.

.........Janis Jopplind

6:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Like in Oly's flick, man, I kept seeing that naked Indian crossing through my life, my peripherary, and I had to figure out where they hell he went, and who he was; turned out to be Crazy Horse.

.........Jim Morriss'son

6:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I refused to retire, even though no one would hire me anymore. So it was significant that I died gagging on a bone; Bob's actually.

........Miss Divine

6:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was headed for a comeback before that bitch shanked me in my own driveway. Oh well, me and Jim Dean sit around laughing about it now. Nat is here too, and Jimmy Backass; the whole REBEL gang, enit?

...........Sal Mineeoo

6:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How did we get from mudslides to retirement to death?

.......Lane Savant

6:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Talk about choking, that pastrami sandwich knocked me off before I could catch a breath; embaressing as hell actully.

.........Mama Crass

6:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cancer is not your friend, kiddies. I think I would rather have gone to glory by being plugged by a nutso in New York like John did.

........George Harryson

6:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Would I have made a good looking old broad like Lauren Bacall, or would I have been a walking horror like Bette Davis became? No one will ever know. Jack and I are tickled by the possibilities.


.........Marilyn

6:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Without Ruby's kiss of lead, I would have exonerated myself. No one wanted to hear the truth. They still don't.

........Harve Oswald

6:18 AM  
Blogger butch said...

At 448 pages, you and Oliver Sacks will spend some quality time together. Here is some stray data.

Legendary R&B icon Ray Charles claimed that he was "born with music inside me," and neurologist Oliver Sacks believes Ray may have been right. Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain examines the extreme effects of music on the human brain and how lives can be utterly transformed by the simplest of harmonies. With clinical studies covering the tragic (individuals afflicted by an inability to connect with any melody) and triumphant (Alzheimer's patients who find order and comfort through music), Sacks provides an erudite look at the notion that humans are truly a "musical species." --Dave Callanan --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

From Publishers Weekly
Neurologist and professor Sacks, best known for his books Awakenings and The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, dedicates his latest effort to the relationship between music and unusual brain disorders. Embracing the notion that neurology is an inherently British phenomenon, foreign to the New World, Sacks's book is read by impeccably polished actor Prebble (PW's 2006 Narrator of the Year). As befitting so urbane and smooth a reader, Prebble sounds as if his shirt had just been starched and his lab coat carefully pressed before beginning. With nary a word out of place, Prebble steps onto the stage, playing the good Dr. Sacks for this one-time-only performance. Simultaneous release with the Knopf hardcover.

The Ursonate

Kurt Schwitters composed and performed an early example of sound poetry, Ursonate (1922-32; a translation of the title is Original Sonata or Primeval Sonata). The poem was influenced by Raoul Hausmann's poem "fmsbw" which Schwitters' heard recited by Hausmann in Prague, 1921.[19] Schwitters performed the piece regularly, developing and extending it, until finally publishing his notations for the recital in the last Merz periodical, 1932.

These salient facts might help the dummys, like myself, out here to know what the hell you are sprechen about, sir.

Glenn

11:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

They say that Charlie Chaplin was so randy that he would screw mud if you held its head.

...........May Westt

11:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about that 80 year old guy up at Hyak whose house was torn off its foundation by an avalanche, and he rode it until it stopped?

........Eddy

11:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Doug was referring to mudslides not snow avalanches there, Edward.

.........Emily

11:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Not much difference when it hits your house, Emmy. How about the 80 year old woman whose house was ripped off the foundation up in Concrete, and she rode it down the hill until it stopped?

........Eddy E.

12:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One of my ex-wives, Louise Lasser, was arrested last year. But I assure you it was not for a moving violation.

.......Woodie Allann

12:01 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Alex says she gets distracted by mechanical clicking in clocks, so they have been banned from her home. Do you have similiar problems with ambient noise while you are composing, Douglas?

...........Glenn

12:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That was a mudslide there in Concrete, of course.

........Eddy E.

12:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lane, you really didn't leave my leeway for segues into some banter about homeless-sexuals. Are you becoming homophobic?

.........Andy Warhole

12:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When he was in the Army in Alaska, I think an Eskimo fag propositioned him in a bar. He never got over it.

.........Melvin Brukes

12:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I meant "much" leeway, although it could very well be "my" leeway too. Just let the off center folks have their say.

........Andy W.

12:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Warhole, just let the typos go. I do it all the time, and it makes my blogsite more popular than ever; even to the homeless-sexuals.

..........Jannie F.

12:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Old teachers never die, they just misplace their lesson plans.

.......the Church Lady

12:14 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Hey, Dana, I was talking about upcoming retirement, not my demise. A lot of people do check out after retirement, but I will be much too busy writing poetry and blogging my ass off.

Glenn

12:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isn't the title of this posting from a song from MY FAIR LADY?

.....Rex Harrys'son

12:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I read the other day that Audrey Hepburn was bi-sexual. That made me sad.

.......Cary Crant

12:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why, she was built like a boy! Besides, there had to be some truth to the rumors that you and Randy Scott were lovers in your place in Malibu in the late 40's.

...........Rock Hornet

12:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Scott was a very handsome man, you must admit. But I always felt he was much too polite to be the hardass hero of 60 westerns.

......Audee Murffie

12:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Any you were? What were you 4'8" tall? I towered over you, fool.

.........Robert Bake

12:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There have been some infamous homeless-sexual little people in Hollywood. While they were filming THE WIZARD OF OZ, the short bitches were very busy.

......Billie Barttie

12:23 PM  
Blogger butch said...

I once lost an acting job, toward the end of my short career, for being "hopelessly heterosexual". That was some crazy shit, enit?

Glenn

12:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I, for one, want a fat part in Jannie's upcoming musical, I NEED A MAN. It would help to sell tickets too.

..........Tiny Tim

12:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To return to the original comment in this latest batch of zaniness, I think Doug might have married a brain too when he snared his old elementary school sweetheart, Meredith Means.

........Lane Savant

12:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane, Glenn, et al.,
Now, I'm in Seattle, again, and am happy the snow is NOT!!
Thanks, Lane, for the CD with your String Quartet performed "live"!! It is a great work and deserves performance!!! If you give me a copy of the score and another CD of it, I'll gladly present it to the manager of the Rosenbusch (string) Quartett, fo which I volunteer in Schwerin. The Manager is Steffen Boehme (the Quartett's 2nd violinist); the Primarius, Torsten Rosenbusch, is also on of the three Konzertmeister of Daniel Barenboim's Berliner Staatskapelle. Toi, toi,toi!!!
Tschuess,
Anonomann

11:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, nochmals, Lane!
The pictures of the landslide in this blog are, strictly speaking, not pn "your street" (Redwing), but are on Rainier Ave. below your street, FORTUNATELY!!. Fortunately, also, your house, on the cliff above the landslide, is still on the hill, and not on Rainier Ave., FAR below!!!
Tschuess,
Anonomann

11:23 AM  
Blogger Jannie said...

Well, is WAS the original instrument.

And who are all those Crazy People???

6:36 PM  

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