Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Don't feel much like writing today.
I've recovered from whatever was keeping me down, so I'll be in the shop chopping wood into musical entities.
On the spur of the moment Sunday, we priused out to the UW and listened to the Northwest Mahler Festival Orchestra play some Wagner, some R.Strauss, and Mahler's 6th.
The 6th is the one the one that features a sledgehammer.
Punk music at its most profound.
I've finally heard enough Mahler to start to get some kind of idea what it's all about.
Not very "funky", if you know what I mean.
And if you do know what I mean, please let me know.

Bye for now, I've got clarinet practice to attend to.


Blogger butch said...

I love that suggestion you
gave Alex, that kelp could
be trimmed up and cut into
a workable piccilo. Maybe
you could set up the world's
first all kelp band, or hell
even orchestra. That might be
the thing that will insure
your success, and make Lane
Savant into a household
name. Good to hear that
your latest respiratory
problems have subsided.
Nothing can hold a good
Palmer down, or so they
say. Mahler as punk music,
now that is a rich analogy.
Yesterday, at lunch, I had
some peanuts to consume; which
I did with gusto. Then snap,
my left front tooth broke
off a chip for me to spit
out and peruse. For a small
time I was in the Doug Palmer
Chipped tooth club. I called
my dentist, and two hours
later he had repaired it,
doing a temp build up
that looks better than
the original. Unfortunately,
now I need another crown.
This one will be #10 for me,
spread out over 15 years.
Dentists, old teeth, what
a reality! I am excited
about our TFC party this
Saturday, but Christ, it is
going to be 90 degrees,
and the old storefront where
we are holding it will not
have air conditioning.
I put out a call for the
members to bring in their
personal house fans. We
will see how it goes.
It might be too hot to
sit through MAD, MAD, MAD
MAD WORLD, which I have
set up for the fun movie
after the eats and drinks
and high jinks. Thanks
for the hip-hips on my
miraculous recovery, rising
from the veil of pain and
pity and depression back
into the stalwart, witty,
semi-healthy creature you
gaze upon presently. Or
perhaps only gaze upon
in your mind's eye; maybe
only just perceive, or
imagine; conjecture and
all that. I loved the
piece that Rick Mobbs
did on Gerard Manley
Hopkins, and I posted part
of it over on FFTR.
Hopkins is a bit too
much of a precious Victorian
priest poet for my more
vitreolic and muscular
tastes, not crude enough;
but I did put a couple
of his poems on the site
just because Rick likes
the dude. Rick reported
that there were 2,000
artists in a three hour
line around the block, all
only given less than ten
minutes to present
themselves and their art
portfolios for his Bravo
audition in Chicago. Damn,
another dream smashed into
mush by the teeth of
reality. Is it too hot
even for rides on Fidelio?
Lance is pumping his guts
out over there in France.
How about your bad self?


5:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey der Glennster der...it weren't no piccolo dat Dougie was takken about wid Alex. It was an oboe, or some damned ting called a hecklephone. I've used dat second one a few times myself.


5:59 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

I've got a videotape of a performance featuring kelp instruments.

12:08 PM  
Blogger butch said...

What the hell do kelp
instruments sound like,
kind of reedy? Seems
like they would only
make like arm-fart kinds
of noises. It must be
fun to work with them.
Do they disintegrate after
one performance? Is Alex
aware of all this?
Rick Mobbs sent me a sweet
email, thanking me for
all the space I give him
over on FFTR, and praising
all the other work I put
on there; almost makes the
whole enterprise worth while
enit? I would love to see
a pic of a hecklephone. I
wonder how the hell Vinnie
plays one? With his mouth,
of course....duh.
Adrian Sparks emailed me
too, with some kind of
damned chain letter gizmo.
I just hate that crap.
I guess he's just got too
much time on his hands.
Kristi is doing some lectures
at Unitarian churches there
in Florida. Did she send you
a notice? Must be cool for
her to have retired early.
I keep trying to get her
to follow one, or both, of
our blogs, but so far no go.
Kind of like trying to get
either of our Miss M's
involved. Not going to
happen. How long was
Anonomann visiting this
summer? It is always so
mysterious as he comes and
goes from Europe to here
and back and back again.
Jannie was mentioned on
some site called Pro-Blogger.
Do you check that one out?
How many sites do you
routinely keep up on?
I guess I am up to about
6 or 7 or 8 maybe. Some
say it is like an addiction,
some kind of social disease.
A commentor called "conversetotheoscars"
stopped by FFTR yesterday,
and requested that I check
her site out. Do you know
anything about that one?
I know, I know, you are way
too busy with Facebook, Twitter,
YouTube, and the Composer's
page to bother with a lot
of this silliness, but I
was just curious.


5:46 AM  
Blogger butch said...

You know, Sir Savant. It is
already Friday, and the
crowds are clamoring for
more Palmer, more Dougie,
more caustic, sarcastic,
dreamer, illusionary, symbolic,
witty and informative banter
from the Master.
So don't disappoiint your
public out here, all three
of us. Found myself going
to Poems & Poetics site
yesterday, a very esoteric
blog done by poet Jerome
Rothenberg. He is way over
my head with his research
and intellect, but since
Bobby Byrd likes the dude,
I try to find some merit
in his special perceptions.
I did find some wild and
rare poetry there, some
of which I posted on FFTR.
Can you believe it?
My counter tells me that
in two years plus I have
posted over 4,000 things
on that bad boy. Where
the hell did I find
the time? And yes, more
to the point, who really
gives a shit? It is like
my film collection. Who
,besides me, can fully
appreciate the effort,
the scholarship, the
expense of mounting such
a lexicon of the cinema?
And who, besides me, will
slog through literally
thousands of posts in
order to be entertained,
enlightened, or just
overwhelmed? Well, as you
know, whenever I do something,
I take it to the max, I
overdo, as Melva keeps
reminding me; it's just my
style. Today is Friday,
and that is cool. I feel
fairly good physically, but
for some reason I feel
a bit out of sorts
emotionally, kind of down
in the dumps, blue, drag-
ass. Go figure.
Nice note from Kristi
this morning, in response
to the nice note I had
sent her. Do you correspond
with the Lady of Light?
It finally is the TFC
summer picnic/party tomorrow.
No more waiting. That will
be fun, or not; probably will.
Maybe my spirit is already
getting into the retirement
mode, and my body just
hasn't caught up to it yet.
That could be it,
or not.


6:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I notice you posted a couple of poems by Seymour Faust, Glenn. He is one of my favorite unsung poets. Thanks.


6:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What are you buttering up Butch for? He is just out there doing
his thing, and could give a rip
about your perceptions. Keep your greasy focus on Doug. He is your
squeeze of the decade, right?

........Edgar Poo

6:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I cannot believe that we have gone several days on this blog without any comments from the Gay Libbers.

.......George Patton

6:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I always loved those twin pearl handled .45's you packed on your ample hips, general--made you seem more manly--in a Roy Rogers kind of way.

.........Gene Hautry

6:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gene, did you realize that MIDNIGHT COWBOY was not a Western?

........Roy R.

6:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A couple of days ago, Glenn asked if Doug was going to take advantage of the nice weather, and get back aboard Fidelio. Perhaps that chapped case of monkey butt from last week, that punk 100 miler he pumped, just put him off, scared his old ass.

..........Lance Legstrong

6:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about carrots? If folks can make musical instruments out of kelp, for Christ's sake, why not carrots?

.........Bugs B.

6:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poo, there you go again with your dirty thoughts and stupid remarks.
It is a shame that trolls live forever, for you are one nasty sonofawitch who deserves to melt
into a puddle of shit.


6:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How sweetly you talk love, old spinster lesbo dame. How about you and me having lunch some time? You do lunch don't you?

.........Edgar Allen Poo

6:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday."

.......Woody Allen

6:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Never happen, Poo! You must just pine away in your pooness. What do trolls have for lunch anyway---goat's head soup?


6:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, Dude, I like the idea of a kelp band; cooler than a jug band probably. I wonder if they could do some kind of rock and roll?

........Eddy Emerald

10:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who was in the movie, MAHLER ? Maybe Glenn can look it up.

.........Tiny Tim

10:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hay, it's nice to hav youse makin a comment widout making some refrence to fag stuff. I like dat.


10:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would like the whole world to know that I, me, myself started the Ramada Inns.

.......George Gobbele

10:32 AM  
Blogger butch said...

I think I have answered this inquiry in the past, but
MAHLER (1974) was directed
by Ken Russell, and starred
Robert Powell as Mahler;
and featured a cameo by
the late Oliver Reed.


10:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Didn't Ken Russell der do lots of flics bout Music back in da 60's, like DA MUSIK LUVER?


10:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I thought The Mahler was a pro wresler that used to climb up on the ropes and dive onto the heads of his opponents back in the 60's.
Or was it The Mawler, or The Mauler, or the Mowler?

.........Gorgeous George

11:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Robert Powell had quite a career back 30 years ago. He was my favorite Jesus, playing in Franco Zefferelli's JESUS OF NAZERETH.

.........Roger Hebert

11:55 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Robert Powell was a well seasoned BBC actor in the 60's, and then for over 20 years had a great film career. Then in 1984 he began to work exclusively on BBC/Thames television series. Lately he has had the lead in the BBC series, HOLBY'S CITY, from 2005-2009.


12:00 PM  

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