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Apr-25-12
 | | Domdaniel: People who live in Woad Houses shouldn't turn blue.
Speaking of analysis trees (were we?), I've been musing about what kind of tree I'd like to be ... deciduous (all that shedding and regrowth) or coniferous ... Not a (mighty) redwood or a (royal) oak or (indestructible) teak, anyhow. That macho stuff is just begging people to chop you down and build navies, houses, etc. Willow is good. You've got painkillers in your bark, but you look droopy and weepy. Call me Tit Willow. "Is it weakness of intellect, Birdie?" |
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| Apr-26-12 | | Memethecat: <Miss Prism> You Pict a good colour for yer house, but woad you be able to live in it? If I wer a tree I'd go down the deciduous Root too, though not a great Oak Elm or Ash. The versatile Hazel has all the right qualities, slender yet strong, good to burn, build & live under, forever young: cut at my limbs & they just grow back stronger, nuts, year after year, nuts. Some say its the tree of knowledge, oh well, not a perfect match, but close enough. |
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Apr-26-12
| | Domdaniel: <meme> You can spread your nuts in my forest anytime. |
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| Apr-26-12 | | Memethecat: Ohh Dom, You big flirt! |
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| Apr-26-12 | | Memethecat: I bet you say that to all the trees! |
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Apr-26-12
| | Domdaniel: <The Frogspawn Book of Genesis> In the beginning was the Oral Zone, when words were truth and authority was spoken for. Then, for 500 years, humans lived in Gutenberg Ghetto, where thought was informed by logic, reason, print, maths, linearity and order. This had downsides, including nationalism. Then came the electronic age. The sage Marshall McLuhan saw it as a return to the simultaneity of the oral zone, amplified by the informatic potential of the Gutenberg era. But his Global Village has already stagnated into Globville, the nightmare of gated suburbanites defending their right to obesity. We are the Zapkinder, players of chess and other games, dedicated to keeping the better bits of Gutenberg Ghetto alive in Globville. And embracing the Electricity. In fact, I'm about to stick my fingers in the socket. It's a hit. |
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Apr-26-12
| | Domdaniel: < I bet you say that to all the trees!>
I leaf that to other branches. |
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| Apr-26-12 | | Memethecat: I had a love affair with Don Van's music many years ago: This one zzzaps Singin through you to me; thunderbolts caught easily
Shouts the truth peacefully Eeeeeee-lec-tri-ci-teeeeeeee High voltage man kisses night to bring the light to those who need to hide
their shadow deed
Go into bright find the light and know that friends don`t mind just how you
grow |
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Apr-26-12
| | Domdaniel: <meme> The old fart was smart. |
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| Apr-26-12 | | Memethecat: I doubt I'd of been able to work with him, hard task master from what I've read. Just listened to Safe as Milk & Lick My Decals Off Baby, first time for a long time. Now Eric Satie's playing, its the musical equivalent of a sky high night of partying followed by a morning in the arms of Morpheus. You used smart in the past tense, so he must be dead, last I heard he was in the dessert painting, a recluse, but that probably means he just didn't want to go on TV & answer stupid, self promoting questions. |
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Apr-26-12
| | Domdaniel: <meme> Yeah, the Captain has gone to the desert in the sky. A year or two ago, I think, as humans measure time. But "The old fart was smart" is also a quote from Trout Mask Replica, my favorite work of art. Well, along with certain books and paintings, I suppose. But way up there. He did the TV thing a few times -- had the most wonderful stupefied/ironic/what-the-hell? facial expression for sweeping stupid questions away. But these can still be found on YewChoob. |
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| Apr-26-12 | | Memethecat: Trout Mask Replica is the the album I know least, strange, considering its the one that's talked about most. I've 'just' got a copy, courtesy of a friends music library, so I should defiantly make time for it. The digital age is great, but in some ways too much of a good thing, you dont borrow a couple of your mates albums & listen them over n over, you get a full copy of their 1000+ albums music collection. Where to begin. |
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Apr-27-12
| | Domdaniel: I remember getting Trout Mask Replica on vinyl -- I probably already had a couple of Beefheart albums, but more accessible ones like Clear Spot -- and playing it over and over, and being completely bewildered. And then gradually the noise de-congeals into music. It still sounds brilliant to me, but that sense of total strangeness is gone. |
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Apr-27-12
| | Domdaniel: Of course John Cale (Fear, Sabotage, Music for a New Society) and Scott Walker (Tilt, The Drift) are way up there too. |
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| Apr-27-12 | | Memethecat: In the past, music that I've found the most difficult to access, cos its dissonant, discordant or just down right weird, is the stuff that has real longevity & is most rewarding. Gong, Beefheart, early Floyd, Django Reinhardt, Miles Davis, Monk, are just a few that ticked that box. Music you had to earn. These days less is more, I'd rather listen to a songwriter on their own with guitar or piano instead of a big sound with lots of instruments. I like my fiddle music the same, if you've got Tommy Peoples playing why drown him out with tons of other stuff, a bit of light guitar or bodhran is plenty. Old blues recordings, Robert Johnson, Mance Lipscum, Blind Lemon Jefferson, one man one guitar, knocks the socks off bag band blues from the 60s. I've only heard Scott Walker sings Jacques Brel, not a fan of it. |
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| Apr-27-12 | | Memethecat: I read he locked the Magic Band up for a year while making Trout Mask Replica, & they hated him for it. |
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Apr-27-12
| | Domdaniel: <meme> The Brel phase was the 1970s Walker, when he was escaping the chains of popstardom. After that he made three amazing records at ten-year intervals: Climate of Hunter in the 80s, Tilt in the 90s, The Drift in the present century. < I read he locked the Magic Band up for a year while making Trout Mask Replica, & they hated him for it.>
Some things got exaggerated, maybe. Don also claimed to have written all 40 songs overnight on a piano. |
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| Apr-28-12 | | frogbert: april 28th. can't leave ugly holes, can we? |
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| Apr-29-12 | | dakgootje: nor today, as tomorrow is the day of My Queen and who knows who knows, she might have a peek. |
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Apr-29-12
| | Domdaniel: < can't leave ugly holes, can we?>
Not all holes are ugly, of course. I've never actually seen a black hole, nor do I expect to ... but in a metaphoric sense I've *been* one. And *I* think I'm rather beautiful, as absences go. Hemingway wrote somewhere about the hole created by a bullet hitting flesh ... you could have put your fist in it, if it was a small fist and you really wanted to put it there. *That*, I hazard, is an ugly hole. Not to mention the 18th at Augusta.
As Mr Cale puts it:
<Holes in the body
Holes in the legs
Holes in the forehead
Holes in the head
There should never be holes at all.> |
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Apr-29-12
| | Domdaniel: Hiata? |
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Apr-29-12
 | | Annie K.: Hia*what*a?
Regards,
Some long fellow. |
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Apr-30-12
| | Domdaniel: Hmm. I suppose, now that I think of it (which I didn't before, quelle surprise) that "Hi @ A" could be construed as a greeting/invocation. I meant "Is the plural of hiatus 'hiatuses' or 'hiata' or mebbe even 'hiati?" Gaps. Spag. Gasp.
Regards. |
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Apr-30-12
| | Annie K.: I knew that. And I was referring to Longfellow's 'Hiawatha'. Regards,
Justine Case |
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| Apr-30-12 | | Memethecat: Watched the green arena last night, the story wer muy interesante but the film was rubbish, it portrayed him as being a complete idiot in his drinking days (drunk or sober), then after winning a few games of chess he's got a brain all of a sudden. I shouldn't be surprised, TV always paints folk with drug n alcohol problems as brain dead, how could anyone write great literature, paint a masterpiece, invent, discover or run a country during a world war while under the influence? impossible. Hopefully I can get hold of the book, I'm sure I'd like it, a lot of his reasons for embracing chess so fully 'Listen, if I told you about a game that if you were waiting for seven o'clock on a Sunday night for the pubs to open, and you was playing this game, you'd forget the pubs wasn't open and not worry about the time, what would you say?'
ring bells.
So I went a lookin for John Healy games, you probably know the rest, born 1983, Ireland, right name wrong guy, expect you know him or of him. I was surprised not to find any of the authors games, though he did say at the end of the film he wasn't gonna play in any more tournaments, didn't like the condescension, the clique, that rings a bell too, I tried the local chess club last year, round peg, 'square whole'. |
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