Music Matters - Bernard Butler

Working for a living

I hate these snootocrats!
This fancy doofus comes in to my studio, all dressed up in more silk and feathers than I would be embarrassed to even own, let alone wear in public.
Says he wants a portrait of the most beautiful woman in the world, his "one and only" his "true love".
I tell him how much I charge and he goes all "pshaw" on me, money is no object.

You'd think I'd learn.

So the dame shows up, she's not ugly or anything, but the dude obviously has his rose-colored glasses on.
She also doesn't look too happy about the project
There's all this flumphing around about who and what and where is gonna be in the picture.
As if he knew what he's talking about.
He don't.
He wants to be in it, of course, with his silly hat and his spy glass looking at heaven or some damn thing
He wants some musician friend in the picture.
Whatever.
So I get it done, leaving out his most idiotic ideas.
Comes to pick it up, he starts griping about everything in the piece, color's wrong, she don't look right, this is too dark, that is too bright, shouldn't the lute be on the other side, blah, blah, what an idiot.

Yeah, you're right, he don't want to pay.

No dough, no show, pal.

So it sits in the back, nobody wants the thing.
Week or so later, his girlfriend dumps him.
What took her so long, I wanna know.
Guess whose fault that was?
He comes by and chucks a brick through my window.
It's the way these people are, privileged a-holes, the lot.

Busted

Finally got the little violin assembled and the #$%$$% soundpost in only to drop it and poke a hole in the side. More bending of thin wood. More gluing, Tedium, tedium, tedium.

Weekend

Well...a weekend of finales, Metropolitan, Seattle Opera, SNL, The Rainier Symphony's rousing Pop's concert, and that apaperclips thingy.
Four out of five ain't bad

Lookin' out my back door

I was worried about the length of the grass in my back yard.

I planned on mowing the very next day.

But, during the night....

Some friendly aliens from the planet Cropcircle flew down and mowed it for me.

Fog

I used to dream of having a big library, with the roller ladder and all.
I'd wear a tweed jacket with the leather elbow patches.
Peruse ancient tomes.
Big overstuffed arm chair and a cello in the corner that I had always wanted to get around to learning how to play.
I would have "colleagues" and we would discuss importantia.
I would be fluent in Greek and Latin...

Now I'm just glad that my basement ceiling is high enough so that I can walk upright there.

Now, no matter what I read it seems like I've read it before.

Now, I've taken more books to Half-Price than are dreamed of in your philosophies.

Splog

Overall;
45.5 miles
10 mph avg
36.6 max
4:29:54 hours
2104 odo

Last half
19.94 miles
2:19 hours
8.6 avg

Today

Looks like God wants me to ride today.
Might as well, my music computer is sick.

8½ theme - Nino Rota

Life as a circus of pain and glory

St Frank

Yesterday our lovely little cat brought in a baby duck.
The duck was barely alive.
We dithered around wondering how we could save it.
But that was clearly impossible.
We laid it in a warm place where it emitted a few pathetic cheeps and died.

What I want to know is -
What do you think of your big eyed animal friends now?

Mister Saint Francis.

Verdant

It's not spring when a young man turns fancy.
It's not spring because of the infernal Eskimo.
It only gets to be spring when my Prius starts getting 50 mpg again.
And that hasn't happened yet!

Little Richard - Good Golly Miss Molly

Here's one for Friko.

Pity the Windsors couldn't get him for the wedding.

The meek shall inherit.

Look out there, son, look at the smoke of progress.
Look at the needs of this great country being fed by industry.
Think of the warmth we provide to the people of  our nation.
Consider all this and then realize that someday it will all be yours.

After the mine owners are through with it and it is nothing but an arid, lifeless, poisonous wasteland.

Bike ride

21.83 dist
11.0 avg
31.9 max
1:58:52 time
2149.3 odo
21 miles in under 2 hours.

Music for Oboe and Orchestra

http://soundcloud.com/lanesavant/kaboom

Inspired by a joke in Peter Schekele's satire of Beethoven's fifth symphony

"TheRock" Obama

 

Great start to a presidential campaign, President Obama nailed Trump's ass and bin Laden's ass in the same week

Last time the twin towers were bombed the president had someone in jail in weeks.
What was his name again? 

Had something to do with a balanced budget too, as I recall