When I play the nose flute, it's a few train whistle like notes of ambient noise. When scottm plays it, it has octaves and everything. I'm tempted to find some metaphor in there, but I think I'm all too willing to look for symbolism instead of just practicing something. Perhaps I should just get busy teaching myself "Born Free". I was so impressed with myself when I could pretty much spontaneously play "Born Free" on my 8 tone diatonic glockenspiel. I have a dynamite career ahead of me playing a giant stuffed animal in children's television--and after all, Allen, Texas is the home of Barney the Dinosaur.
I want to get a copy of Charles Eliot's speech on the Future of Religion, from 1909. I've been reading in Karen Armstrong's the Battle for God how the roots of the organized xtian fundamentalist movement were in its early days a fairly direct reaction to this talk, which promoted the radical idea that the all the law and all of the prophets pretty much came down to love God and love one's neighbor as oneself. Google.com let me down, though. I don't see a copy on line.
I wrote an e mail to semi-famous indie recording DIY artist R. Stevie Moore, as I'd read that he'd covered the old Sparks song "Fletcher Honorama" (a wonderful pre-teenypop Sparks piece with a great brooding sound), and I wanted to get a copy. He promptly wrote me back with the URL to the CD. I also asked him how does one record a cassette cheaply, and he gamely said he'd sell me a book on it, for $ 199 (grin). Finally, his website encouraged requests, so when I suggested a couple of my favorite Be Bop Deluxe songs off of Axe Victim,
he made the point that he was an .exe victim.
To me, a quirky sort of celebrity/non-celebrity would be the "right kind of celebrity", and my hat's off to R. Stevie Moore.
I like the idea that every minor celebrity is now more or less reachable by e mail through the miracle of the google.com search engine, which
beats Diogenes for finding out truth. I was thinking about the rock critic Parke Puterbaugh the other day, and how much I had enjoyed his work 15-20 years ago. Then I realized that I could probably find his e mail on the 'net, and drop him a polite note of appreciation.
I did, and got a prompt and pleasant
reply. The internet's connectivity has some really good points.
On the other hand, I've been lapsed in my Internet Chess Club membership for over three months, and withdrawal has not set in yet.
My theory was that I should play in two real live tournaments a year offline, rather than playing the 5,000 or so blitz chess games I've played in the last two years. I once was a reasonably good player, an "A" rating, but now my rating is in the B classes and my true strength is probably lower. Part of this is age--it really does make a difference. The main part, though, is my dislike for putting in hard work at hobbies. I get Chess Life and Review in the mail, and when I review the games, I follow the opening just far enough to see basically what happened,but I'm far too lazy to either try to "play the whole thing out" in my head (which would be a good "blindfold" exercise) or to just set up a set and play the game through properly.
Ah, well, there's still cheap kites for a hobby.
A little breeze, a one dollar kite, and a world to win....
Lisa Loeb, our local pop folkie who doesn't live here anymore, and Dweezil Zappa were on public radio together, as they are in town for some shows. Interesting sounding folks. If I weren't working so hard on our office move this weekend, I might try to take in a show. I like that
initial hit of Ms. Loeb, in part because
I can relate to the lyric "You say...I only hear what I want to".
A busy, busy day ahead.