Tonite: the Dean Martinis at the Flying Monkey; tomorrow nite at Sambuca near the Station Inn, Nashville, TN.
Tag Archives: music
The way we want to hear the neverending story
In the U.S., a public radio network that is oddly called National Public Radio frequently broadcasts a show hosted by a singing comedian named Garrison (not Barracks) Keillor (not Keelhaul).
I’m not a big fan of the show because it’s just too squeaky clean for my comedic tastes.
The show, however, is what they call family-friendly.
Enter the British…
Thanks to the quirky less-than-zero family-friendly humour of Eric Idle, I found an old-fashioned radio show to my tastes:
“What About Dick?” [ https://whataboutdick.com/%5D
Which reminds me…
Our lab technician, after quietly hacking every home/business security company, can now, without need of your phone’s/car’s location data, know where you’ll be when, making our marketing efforts easier than determining who’s home using telemarketing data collection.
More as it develops…
Should I buy Mel Brooks’ latest collection,
“The Incredible Mel Brooks: An Irresistible Collection of Unhinged Comedy”? Hmm…
When all is said and done…retire!
How does a writer retire reprovingly? Through the foreign press, of course!
Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen!
All the best to Philip Roth!
Ticks and Tufts
To act the part of one who is insane, one can get to know the insane.
But what is insanity?
Have you ever visited an insane asylum?
What is the absence or opposite of insanity?
Two recent events have bummed me out — the loss of the political party of my parents in national elections and the recent spy movie called “Skyfall.”
Both imply that the generation which raised me has passed the torch to a generation that has been labeled the “Me” Generation and the Baby Boomers, allegedly including myself.
The next generation, as exemplified by a recent restaurant server of ours who reminded us of the character Mr. Humphries in “Are You Being Served?” and knows neither Benny Hill nor “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” will have to decide for itself what of my generation is worth perpetuating.
For them, a “war” on foreign soil must seem normal, having experienced sensational news headlines about the continuing war on terror in countries like Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Yemen, Somalia, etc.
For some of them, the phrase “7/7” or “9/11” will seem as old-fashioned as “Remember the Alamo,” or “December 7th, 1941…a date which will live in infamy.”
The old wars of military might have not completely faded away but new wars — cyber, financial, cultural — pick up the pace.
With Stephen Covey dead and gone, will anyone in the new generation know what a win-win situation is?
What about insanity?
How much of any one generation (generation being a label, of course, that generalises, not always accurately) is insane and is carried on by the next one?
“Why I voted for the Green Party”
The words we choose follow in perpetuity, echoes crashing against canceling waves upon waves of grain and wheat and grapes and leaves.
A voice appears to appear in the middle of a laptop computer due to stereo speaker sounds competing for binaural ear stimulation interpretation.
I have no idea about today.
I live 1000 years from now, where sounds from this moment are embedded in layers of archaeological papers and electronic storage.
I have.
I live.
A historically accurate portrayal of Christa DeCicco vibrates the air from 2009.
Drumbeats.
Trumpets.
Happiness is sitting here, electricity lighting the air, my eyeballs, the wind, the desktop designed for a writing surface height, not a laptop computer keyboard.
Parties celebrate, mourn, serve, destroy.
Punch bowls, cookies, napkins, candy, cups.
Doing what I want, many expenses spared, nodding my head to the music.
Thinking ahead, behind, behead, ahind, letters and characters symbolically assembling thoughts rhythmically.
Composing the next video.
Looking for an artist, an ensemble, to complete the audiovisual puzzle.
Waiting…
As usual.
Waiting…
Very unusual…
Waiting…
Waiting…
Tables.
Bars.
Songs.
Nonsense words.
13,695 days to go…
Hum, did-ee, dumdum, doo-be, be-too.
250
250 films in 2.5 minutes — is that a record?
Silence or tears
Sitting front and center, listening to Christabel and the Jons, with new band members and guest singer Ian Thomas, at the Flying Monkey Theatre after shopping at Karma Rags.
Christa’s moving to St. Thomas, once this farewell tour is over.
It’s been great fun listening and dancing to the musical styles of this regionally recognised ensemble.

Who, in my thoughts, shall replace them?

Time is music…c’est la vie ou la guerre (or guerilla at the guesthouse)?
Nuttin, honey
Overheard: “That guy is the stray nut left in the bottom of the bowl at the end of a party.”
Here’s the stop-action video for this week, honouring those who have given their time, talent and lives for victims of disasters, including the latest in the United States — Hurricane Sandy.
Reminds me of a joke.
Q: What do you call a werewolf elf on the beach at Christmas?
A: Sandy Claws!

