February 20th, 2006

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Although the "great winter storm" proved largely to be the "great freezing drizzle" here this weekend, the cold and mildly icy conditions continue.

I listened to the Gentle Giant CD on the way to drop my nephew at the airport last night. The mellotron is an amazing thing--particularly when it is set at its most lute-like setting.

On the way home, I listened to the new Liz Phair. Although it marks a radical departure from her earlier work, it's rather likeable material--more than a bit like those roots Americana artists who arose in the very early 1980s, who imagined they would save rock through catchy pop tunes. She's followed an intriguing path--from trying to merge her sound with the odd Lavigne-isms on her last album to apparently seeking something in Marti Jones territory on this one.

My DiSFish music page crossed the 4,000 views mark. I received in the mail the 19th Century Methodist Episcopal hymnbook from which I will utilize materials for new songs.

I created a webjay--an easy playlist--of my music over at www.webjay.org. It's a sampler of the material on my last three collections of songs.

It's located at:

Fleeting Escapes into Temporary Ambience.

One just clicks through the link and hits "play".
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The minister fellow who created a public domain MIDI of "Deep River" I morphed into a new version wrote me an e mail suggesting I set a Walt Whitman anti-war poem to music. It's an intriguing idea.

I finished "The Case of the Horrified Heirs", an Erle Stanley Gardner mystery about Perry Mason. I think that Raymond Burr's portrayal of Perry Mason made me want to become a lawyer more than anything other than the process of elimination. This is so even though since a very young age I discerned that Mr. Mason always breaks ethical rules I think he should not break. I had not read a Perry Mason in years--perhaps the only mystery more quickly consumed than an Agatha Christie.

We took the nephew to see the Steve Martin Pink Panther remake yesterday. It was surprisingly good--what a courageous thing to take a remake on a nearly perfectly played role, and yet make it fun. The remake is not great cinema, but instead a charming Sunday afternoon popcorn movie. I think that we need more popcorn movies in this world. I did not have popcorn, though.

We watched a DVD last night of a German film about a man named Schutze, a polka accordionist, who hears a zydeco tune on the radio and is forever changed. I was the same way with Music for Airports, Buster & Glen/Duck Stab, Live! In the Air Age!, Daylight Slowly, Unknown Pleasures,, and Kimono My House.
If I could play the accordion, I'd play "Love will tear us Apart". I can play "She's Lost Control" on my can-jo. Schutze is a very good film--I love little films that do little things in quirky little ways.

I am in need of a new kaleidoscope.