dropijspoigjs
Sounds like one of those code words you have to type to identify yourself in order to make a comment but it ain't.
The only way I can log into my own site from this 'puter is to leave a comment.
dropijspoigjs is just a random attack on the keyboard.
Usually I delete the "comment" but for some reason, I liked this one I'm tired.
I have been cutting laying and grouting tile all day, my arms are as tired as if I'd just flown in from the coast.
I've been reading Norman Lebrecht. After reading about him on Music and Man, I got what the library had. "Song of Names" "Covent Garden, the untold story" and "The companion to 20th century music".
"Song of" was cute, definately on the smily side of that bifaced drama masque"
I've always thought that there should be another mask in that kit, an expressionless one to stand for indifference. Or the mundane, neither comedy OR tragedy.
Or, some damn thing.
So, in "Covent Garden" I find that certain kinds of artist shenanigans are not endemic to the heartless SSO (I still cry myself to sleep at night [or might, if I weren't reading all these big books]).
Look at that ]) sideways doesn't it look like some kind of ASCII space monster. How 'bout like this? ]:( or this? }:( .....Nahhh!
Where was I?
It turns out that this Norman person is a foriegner! He is doing really well with our language. Way to go Norm! Wait a minute, Norman...Norman... Of course! the Norman Invasion, he's from Normandy, He's french, just like John LeCaree (pronounced Caraye, there's 'sposed to be an accent ague* on the last e, I think) the spy writer.
What else?
I've looked through the "companion" a bit and am dismayed to find in the "Jones" section no mention of either Sam or Spike. Although the "Sex Pistols" are there, there is no mention of Darby Crash.
Can you believe it?
I'm not mentioned, of course, because I am a 21st century phenomenon (you spell it, I'm tired)
So......?
I've also got Theodor Adorno's "Quasi una fantasia" (it means "like a little lemon flavored sugar-free soda pop).
Speaking of "pops" there was a fist fight at a Boston Pops concert recently, a kind of one sided bout, I hear.
What's the world coming to?
Although I do remember reading an article awhile ago in which the Beatles revealed that they wrote "Helter Skelter" expressly for the purpose of inciting mass bloody murder.
I doubt it, nothing like that has ever happened at one of my shows, and if ANYthing should invite crowd violence........
Reading Adorno, I find, as usual, that pretty much everything I thought I'd discovered on my own has been said before...and better.
My illustrious composition teacher suggested (in a desperate attempt to get some kind of musical competance stuffed into my head) that I listen to some Walter Piston, so I checked out all the Seattle Library (if you happen to visit here,
don't miss it (even though the handrails on the escaliers** go faster than the treads))had.
So now I've heard WP's 2nd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, & 8th symphonies.
I'm going to go out on a limb here, and I don't care how much controversy it generates, but the symphonies of Walter Piston don't do to me what the symphonies of Beethoven do.
Just my opinion.
I'm still trying to find some of this Eddy Emerald guy's work.
I'm beginning to think the search in futile.
Considering my background, I should be able to come up with some cute joke about the word "piston" but I won't,proving that there is still a spark of decency in me.
***
* I can't spell it, maybe it's grave, who cares? I think I got fenomanun rite thogh.
** That's french for stairway, it's not an accurate translation, but I like the word better, and anyway, if you don't get the joke, you've failed the intelligence test.
*** I just like asterisks ****
**** and footnotes
Good bye!
The only way I can log into my own site from this 'puter is to leave a comment.
dropijspoigjs is just a random attack on the keyboard.
Usually I delete the "comment" but for some reason, I liked this one I'm tired.
I have been cutting laying and grouting tile all day, my arms are as tired as if I'd just flown in from the coast.
I've been reading Norman Lebrecht. After reading about him on Music and Man, I got what the library had. "Song of Names" "Covent Garden, the untold story" and "The companion to 20th century music".
"Song of" was cute, definately on the smily side of that bifaced drama masque"
I've always thought that there should be another mask in that kit, an expressionless one to stand for indifference. Or the mundane, neither comedy OR tragedy.
Or, some damn thing.
So, in "Covent Garden" I find that certain kinds of artist shenanigans are not endemic to the heartless SSO (I still cry myself to sleep at night [or might, if I weren't reading all these big books]).
Look at that ]) sideways doesn't it look like some kind of ASCII space monster. How 'bout like this? ]:( or this? }:( .....Nahhh!
Where was I?
It turns out that this Norman person is a foriegner! He is doing really well with our language. Way to go Norm! Wait a minute, Norman...Norman... Of course! the Norman Invasion, he's from Normandy, He's french, just like John LeCaree (pronounced Caraye, there's 'sposed to be an accent ague* on the last e, I think) the spy writer.
What else?
I've looked through the "companion" a bit and am dismayed to find in the "Jones" section no mention of either Sam or Spike. Although the "Sex Pistols" are there, there is no mention of Darby Crash.
Can you believe it?
I'm not mentioned, of course, because I am a 21st century phenomenon (you spell it, I'm tired)
So......?
I've also got Theodor Adorno's "Quasi una fantasia" (it means "like a little lemon flavored sugar-free soda pop).
Speaking of "pops" there was a fist fight at a Boston Pops concert recently, a kind of one sided bout, I hear.
What's the world coming to?
Although I do remember reading an article awhile ago in which the Beatles revealed that they wrote "Helter Skelter" expressly for the purpose of inciting mass bloody murder.
I doubt it, nothing like that has ever happened at one of my shows, and if ANYthing should invite crowd violence........
Reading Adorno, I find, as usual, that pretty much everything I thought I'd discovered on my own has been said before...and better.
My illustrious composition teacher suggested (in a desperate attempt to get some kind of musical competance stuffed into my head) that I listen to some Walter Piston, so I checked out all the Seattle Library (if you happen to visit here,
don't miss it (even though the handrails on the escaliers** go faster than the treads))had.
So now I've heard WP's 2nd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, & 8th symphonies.
I'm going to go out on a limb here, and I don't care how much controversy it generates, but the symphonies of Walter Piston don't do to me what the symphonies of Beethoven do.
Just my opinion.
I'm still trying to find some of this Eddy Emerald guy's work.
I'm beginning to think the search in futile.
Considering my background, I should be able to come up with some cute joke about the word "piston" but I won't,proving that there is still a spark of decency in me.
***
* I can't spell it, maybe it's grave, who cares? I think I got fenomanun rite thogh.
** That's french for stairway, it's not an accurate translation, but I like the word better, and anyway, if you don't get the joke, you've failed the intelligence test.
*** I just like asterisks ****
**** and footnotes
Good bye!
Labels: Darby Crash, Norman Lebrecht
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