Friday Ephemera
Test footage from Attack of the Giant Grandma. || At last, a pedestal for your glasses. || One for the ladies. || His black car is blacker than your black car. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || He does this better than you. || Get woke, go broke. || Today’s word is suboptimal. || The politics of button replacement. || Mountain King makeover. || Kite of note. || Arctic scenes. || Adventures in the fourth dimension. || Opportunity detected. || Something error happen. || How to make a small sword. || Mystery solved. || Interspecies scenes. (h/t, Damian) || Stayin’ Alive. || Effects pedal colour chart. (h/t, Things) || Fiddlesome trees. || Wasps versus drone, flamethrower. || And finally, satisfy your hunger for experimental jazz.
Something error happen.
Software error or hardware error? 🙂
Just about as ephemeral as anything can be:
“Finally, I asked him to consider that the single biggest corporation – with a monopoly on force and no fear of consequences for almost anything it might do – was Government Inc. It seemed for a moment that realization flickered in his eyes… Just a moment, though.“
Attack of the Giant Grandma.
This troupe came to my outpost several years ago. To say it is an amazing show is an understatement – street theatre writ in the largest format you can imagine. It turned the city in to a street party for two days. I would travel a long way to see another show.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhm7mk2oJE4
At last, a pedestal for your glasses.
Gotta get me one of those to go with this*:
*I really do, actually have one.
At last, a pedestal for your glasses.
Groucho, we hardly knew ye…
His black car is blacker than your black car.
That’s incredible.
Mountain King makeover.
Much better than I was expecting. Is it on Spotify?
“One for the ladies.”
*fires up PayPal*
Morning, all.
street theatre writ in the largest format you can imagine.
It does look fun. Performance art that doesn’t induce eye-rolling or feelings of cultural despair.
Much better than I was expecting.
It has a certain… something. Duke Ellington also did a version, though his was a rather, um, looser interpretation.
*fires up PayPal*
Heh. And this is my shocked face. But will 3.38 ounces get you through a meeting?
His black car is blacker than your black car
I always liked the look of goth girls…. Now you hook me up with a goth CAR????.
I always liked the look of goth girls….
I’ll just leave this here.
Duke Ellington also did a version,
And Madness.
I’ll just leave this here.
Gosh, that girl Anna Eriksson in the comments clearly takes that stuff terribly seriously…
Opportunity detected.
Animals.
Animals.
Not ideal new-neighbour material, I think it’s safe to say.
I always liked the look of goth girls….
I’ll just leave this here.
Whelp… seems I missed the boat… (in more than one way)
Don’t neglect your blackheads.
Viewer discretion advised
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLzF0PTrwE4&feature=youtu.be
Mountain King makeover.
In the same vein, day by day makeover of The 12 Days of Christmas. Day 11 is tasty.
Day 11 is tasty.
My tolerance of jazz noodling was well and truly exceeded.
My tolerance of jazz noodling was well and truly exceeded.
Philistine, all of it is better than the repetitious blandness of the original. Meanwhile, I will leave you with a first world problem.
I know what color I’m going to paint my body armour for my next antifa rally.
Philistine, all of it is better than the repetitious blandness of the original.
The original is not a favourite of mine, it has to be said, and a couple of tracks in my current playlist do include traces of what could be called jazz noodling. But a little noodling goes an awfully long way, I find. There does come a point, usually quite soon, at which one wonders what earthly purpose is being served.
Meanwhile, I will leave you with a first world problem.
Ah yes, the intersectional politics of nipple hue.
The politics of button replacement.
Ye gods is there anything they won’t politicize?
Has the NY Times never heard of tailors? Weren’t they mostly men? Heck – they’ve even got a famous street – Savile Row. Men have been sewing, professionally, at least, for ages. In this age of cheap, mass-produced, off the rack clothing, nobody sews much anymore, not even women.
His black car is blacker than your black car.
That’s weirdly disconcerting. I wonder what it would look like IRL?
“Older populations are whiter… We can start to level the playing field”
Not at all concerning*: https://twitter.com/NoahCRothman/status/1339924261667004422
*sarcasm
That’s weirdly disconcerting.
If it came in the form of body paint, it’d be great for Hallowe’en.
Meanwhile, I will leave you with a first world problem.
Or can’t see the sarcasm for the tease? Or something. I am beginning to believe that one day….now this is probably a bit far past our time here…but maybe not…one day a war will be started because both sides took each other’s sarcasm seriously. And THAT my friends (and Mr. Fukuyama) will be the real “end of history”.
But a little noodling goes an awfully long way, I find.
All noodling, whether jazz or prog, should be a criminal offence.
If it came in the form of body paint, it’d be great for Hallowe’en.
But racist. 😉
More white people need to die … cuz fairness.
Still, it would be fun to own fuligin clothing.
…one wonders what earthly purpose is being served.
Way back in the mists of time (somewhere in the mid-90s), our local morning radio DJs had a feature they called “no apologies” where they’d torture the Twin Cities’ morning commuters with some awful single. Sometimes the songs were so-bad-they’re-good; sometimes they were just sonic torture.
One morning, they played the Salieri remix of Falco’s Rock Me Amadeus. All eight and a half minutes of it. That was the plan, anyway.
It was too much, even for Brian and Steve. Sometime around the 7-minute mark, the song fades out and Brian comes on the microphone, saying “I’m sorry folks, but I can’t do it any more. Trust me — it just gets more pompous and self-indulgent for another minute and a half.”
Steve added that the song seemed like a fantastic idea when they came up with it, but they just weren’t prepared for the experience of sitting through it in real life.
At any rate, for nigh on 25 years now, the lovely bride and I trot out “Trust me, it just gets more pompous and self-indulgent” any time our patience is tested by an artist. Unsurprisingly, it usually comes up in the context of jazz.
His black car is blacker than your black car.
Black Cars look better in the shade.
but they just weren’t prepared for the experience of sitting through it in real life.
There’s something to be said for economy as an aesthetic variable. I’m reminded of the full version of Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, which rambles on forever with needless and tiresome repetition, and dissipates the charm of the much more concise version that most people know.
Get woke, go broke
The only surprise is that it didn’t come sooner.
Somewhat unexpectedly, here’s a look at some of the miscreants responsible in their home environment.
For many of us, the task at hand is to stay Black and live. For others, it’s time to bankrupt your privilege in acknowledgement of your thieved inheritance. Sure, do whatever you do in order to sleep at night, but also – consider who you want to be when the morning light finds you.
And if that sounds a tad melodramatic, or at least more than a little question-begging.
I want to draw attention to how school officials like Gordeuk and Fields – regardless of their race, gender, or ethnicity – “spirit murder” (Love,2013) the souls of Black children every day through systemic, institutionalized, anti-Black, state-sanctioned violence.
More in the vein of the same “The horror! The horror!” here
And if that sounds a tad melodramatic, or at least more than a little question-begging
They. Are. Poison.
Dr. Schmidt tells us:
And of course by “we” old Harald means “he” as in Schmidt himself. Why is it that when these guys set out to assuage their guilt someone else pays the price?
…For many of us, the task at hand is to stay Black and live. For others, it’s time to bankrupt your privilege…
There is always too much yte privilege.
There does come a point, usually quite soon, at which one wonders what earthly purpose is being served…
Unsurprisingly, it usually comes up in the context of jazz.
I am surrounded by nekulturny…
I am surrounded by nekulturny…
And you’re getting this now…?
Jazz isn’t humorous. It just sounds funny.
Older populations are whiter..
Indeed. There was a time when some might, well, aspire to appear “white”.
Today, of course, we are more enlightened, and more must appear “not white”. It’s for the children/world/climate/fillintheblank.
Older populations are whiter..
Kill off the old whites? That’s rather short-sighted. They’re going about this all wrong. Obviously the solution to all this disparity is for whites to have fewer fathers in the home, to promote violence in the white youth community, and to encourage white people, especially young white people, to engage in risky behaviors. Especially those involving drugs, alcohol, and kinky/promiscuous sex and such. See Two Girls One Cup. Wait a minute…
Re Jazz Noodling…I have a few Coltrane CD’s on my iPod (yes, that old). Greatly enjoy most of them but somewhere along the way I picked up one where in nearly every tune he trends toward annoying noodling. I had a roommate in college who was a Jamaaladeen Tacuma fan, so years ago I was a bit inured to it. Having not heard that CD come up in a while, and given my current raw nerves disposition, it that CD came up while we were going somewhere the other night. Awful stuff. Heroin is an awful drug. Which of course ties into my post above here.
One morning, they played the Salieri remix of Falco’s Rock Me Amadeus.
Hey, I had this single when I was a teenager.
Is it bad that I like it?
Hey, I had this single when I was a teenager.
[ Wheels out comfy chair, footstool, bag of knitting. ]
bag of knitting
Not since the arthritis, dearie.
I swear, this place is turning into a 1980s Werther’s Original advert.