A wonderfully ethereal rendition of one of my favorite classic romance songs, “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square”.
Tapping the Microphone
Oh look, somebody left a blog here.
Yes, folks, it’s been the usual set of reasons for low posting here: focus on getting edits done on a book, plus some very busy days at work owing to an important event we’re hosting next week (I worked 46.5 hours last week, with one day going 13 hours), plus an irritating late-summer cold that started off mild but then mustered itself into Serious Pain In The Ass territory for the entire week. And oh, the week I was sick was also the week I worked 46.5 hours, so even though I have since had a three-day-weekend and seen the workload drop off to more manageable levels, in a lot of ways I’m still recovering.
The digging out continues…but here’s a small list of things I’ve published recently over on The Geekiverse over the last few months:
Twenty Years of The Phantom Menace
The Real Ranking of the STAR WARS movies
The Best Fictional Clubs, Bars, and Restaurants
Apollo at 50
Farewell, MAD Magazine
Reviews: On a Sunbeam, Tillie Walden
The Secret History of Wonder Woman, Jill Lepore
Runaway Max: A STRANGER THINGS Novel, Brenna Yovanoff
I really do hope to return to regular posting here, folks. The last few weeks did not cooperate….
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Bad Joke Friday
Something for Thursday
I’ve never been a big Fleetwood Mac fan. I have nothing against them, and I tend to like their songs, but for one reason or another I’ve never really heard much of them beyond their biggest hits, like “Don’t Stop Thinkin’ About Tomorrow.” It’s weird how some big names just manage to never quite penetrate through to really being on the radar, isn’t it?
But lately during our evening reading and hanging-out time at home, The Wife has been playing a “Classic Hits” station on Pandora, and there’s been more Fleetwood Mac on that station, so I’ve been hearing more of them…and I’ve realized just how good some of their songs really are, such as this one. I’ve heard this a lot over the years but it’s never really hit my sweet spot until now, when I’ve decided that it’s one of the most beautiful rock songs ever.
Here is “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac.
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Tone Poem Tuesday
As a composer, Leonard Bernstein is almost certainly best known for having written the score to the classic musical West Side Story (a remake of which is now being shot by Steven Spielberg, interestingly enough–at this point just about the only thing Spielberg hasn’t done is a musical). As iconic as much of Bernstein’s score to West Side Story is, and as memorable as some of its numbers are, as a musical it definitely displays notions that Bernstein had been considering for a number of years prior to writing it. Much of Bernstein’s life was spent in search of a true American vernacular in concert hall music, and one can sense a bit of chafing in his three symphonies regarding the symphony’s genesis not in American musical traditions but from European (and particularly German) ones.
Bernstein’s belief in a developing American musical vernacular wasn’t limited to the symphony hall, either; he believed it was coming in theater as well. A chapter of Bernstein’s book The Joy of Music briefly traces the development of musical comedy in America up to the point where George Gershwin arrived on the scene, and another chapter from the same book has Bernstein mourning the titanic loss to American music that Gershwin died so early when it seemed as if he was about to move into the most profound part of his career, after Porgy and Bess. For Bernstein, American musical comedy arose from the European operatic tradition just as American symphonic music had, with German singspiels and French operettas providing the templates.
So with West Side Story, Bernstein was trying to move the needle in the direction that Gershwin had been pushing at the time of his death. Did he succeed? I don’t know, but perhaps it is easier to see the direction the musical theater took, away from individual songs and into more complete works. Hence today’s featured piece, the Symphonic Dances from West Side Story, is comprised of a number of extracts from the show, arranged together to form the backbone of a ballet that could, in twenty-five minutes or so, roughly sketch out the action of the three-hour show. Bernstein didn’t just stitch together a collection of numbers and call it a piece. The Dances are very much their own work with their own formal demands and their own sense of drama. The themes are not arranged in the exact sequence that they appear in the show, either; Bernstein was less about a “greatest hits” type of thing (obviously, perhaps, given that “I Feel Pretty” and “Tonight,” to name just two of the show’s most popular numbers, are not reference in the Dances) than about the creation of a single work that exists on its own. This he does, quite marvelously.
Here are the Symphonic Dances from West Side Story by Leonard Bernstein. In this performance, recorded at the BBC Proms in 2007, Gustavo Dudamel conducts the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra of Venezuela. This match of conductor and orchestra is responsible for some utterly amazing musicmaking, by the way.
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Scenes from the Faire
A couple weekends ago, The Wife and I attended the Sterling Renaissance Festival. Here’s a bit of photographic rundown of this year’s edition of the Fair.
(Her Majesty, the Queen)
(Her Majesty, the Queen, with Royal suitor.)
(This fellow read uproarious poetry of a bawdy nature.)
(Milady in Blue, as always. I have a headcanon involving her, secret lovers, rendezvous in wind-swept caves and on bridges on forest paths, races to catch the last ship from Calais for Dover, secret dispatches to a spy in England, poisoned daggers, and a pistol with one shot hidden in the folds of Milady’s blue gown.)
(A mere several hours later, and the Royal suitor does not seem quite so close to Her Majesty the Queen as he was before. Perhaps he is already falling out of favor and will awaken on the morrow to find himself in a stone cell in Her Majesty’s tower.)
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Something for Thursday
Tone Poem Tuesday
Gustav Holst is known almost exclusively these days for The Planets and his two Suites for Military Band, but he wrote a great deal of fine and interesting music beyond his couple of war-horses. Today’s selection is one of those pieces, a tone poem called Indra. Holst had an abiding interest in the mysticism of the Far East and of the Subcontinent, which manifests in this piece. Indra depicts in music the story of the Hindu god Indra, deity of rain and storm. The legend has Indra battling a dragon who has caused a drought to afflict the land, but in victory Indra manages to restore the rain to the fields. Holst’s piece is full of exotic color, even if the melodic material has no specific claim to Indian nativity at all. At the end one can almost feel the exuberant joy as the rains begin again.
Here is Indra by Gustav Holst.
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Memories of Lester
Lester, one of our two cats, died last week.
He started to seem a bit not-quite-himself last weekend, and we kept an eye on him. Then on Monday morning we couldn’t find him anywhere in the house. He eventually turned up in the cabinet under the kitchen sink, which for him was extremely odd. Some cats are keenly interested in cabinets and will become quite adept at opening them, while others will not, and when cats–especially older cats–suddenly start nesting in places that have never apparently interested them before, it’s generally not a good sign. So we took him to the vet on Monday, where they kept him in an attempt to help his breathing (which had become labored) and get fluids into him.
Lester got a little better over that day, but then he started relapsing, and we received a phone call from the vet at 4:00am that he was doing significantly worse. When The Wife returned that call, the phrase “it’s time to make some decisions” was uttered. We went to the vet’s office at 5:00am Tuesday morning, prepared to have Lester ushered into death as painlessly as possible…but somehow, improbably, he waited until we got there, and then he twitched a single time and was gone.
Lester lived with us for thirteen and a half years, along with his brother Julio, who remains. When we adopted them, they were roughly a year old, but we never had any way of knowing exactly. These two cats turned up one morning outside my parents’ back door on a cold winter morning. I suppose they were left there by someone who decided they were too much to handle, as my parents were well known in their small-town social circle as enthusiastic cat lovers. My mother has told me often of waking up to a cat howling and scratching at that back door, and when she proceeded to open the back garage door (which opened to the same part of the house’s exterior), in came a big gray cat who was quickly followed by an almost-as-big black cat.
My parents were at a bit of a loss as to how to deal with this sudden arrival of two cats. They already had , I think, five cats, all indoor cats, all Persians, and they weren’t prepared to suddenly have to deal with these two big lummox barn cats-without-a-barn. Even more, my mother was shortly to undergo surgery, which would leave her unable to really deal with these two energetic yo-yos properly.
Thus we stepped up and took possession of them. By this time my mother had named the big gray one Lester, and the black one Julio. We only had a single cat at the time (Comet), so now we were up to three. We had to play dumb about this because our apartment complex specifically only allowed a single cat. (Suck it, Quakertowne Apartments!)
Lester and Julio’s first days with us were rocky. In their first eight hours they broke two drinking glasses, got into a lot of stuff, and were generally quite naughty. They also ganged up on poor Comet, and finally one morning they came very near to getting the boot. But calmer heads prevailed, and we kept them.
Over the years, Lester and Julio would be almost joined at the hip, to a degree that was sometimes kind of gross to behold. (They would often wash each other simultaneously, down there.) But they developed personalities of their own as well. Lester was a big goof who would chew on plastic bags his entire life and who would, for a time, come crying to me at night if he decided that it was time to go to bed and I hadn’t come yet. Both cats adapted fairly quickly to the new house when we moved in. Adapting to the presence of dogs? That was more of a struggle, but eventually Lester developed a strange kind of “sibling rivalry” with Cane. Until Carla arrived, the cats and Cane shared a common water dish, and one time Cane saw Lester going to get a drink and ran over to slurp up all the water in the dish, just to piss Lester off. Of course, within half an hour Cane had to pee very urgently, so that plan kind of backfired a bit.
Lester and Julio are the only cats I’ve ever known who were literally litter-mates, so we often wondered what might happen when one inevitably died before the other. So far Julio seems to be his normal self, but we’re keeping an eye on him and we’re giving him dollops of yogurt more than just once a day now. Will we ever get another cat? Undoubtedly we will. Except for the time I spent in college in Iowa, I have never lived outside of the presence of cats and I see no reason to start doing so now. Of course it will be a challenge to figure out now that we have dogs in the mix, but eventually I think we’ll want another cat.
But there certainly won’t be another Lester.
He was a good cat, even when he wasn’t.
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NOW where the hell have I been???
Yup, that was another unplanned hiatus, folks. This time it was technological in nature: my computer failed spectacularly eight days ago, to the tune of doing a factory reset on the machine (basically, returning it to “Just out of the box” status), after a diagnostic tool told me that my hard drive was failing. This was irritating news after owning this machine for just nine months, so after I got it up and running again with the factory reset, I took it to the Geek Squad for examination and consultation before I risked putting all my stuff back on it and moving on. Luckily, as I am exceedingly religious about backing up my stuff, the only annoying data loss I experienced was a few downloaded teevee shows I was still waiting to watch; these I can grab again or even stream if I need to.
I did learn something, though: apparently Dropbox, which I use as my secondary cloud-based backup, is a massive hog of hard drive resources! And my practice up to now has been to have it running in the background at all times, which means that I’m basically maxing out my poor hard drive each time I use my computer. Ouch. I’m still using Dropbox, but now I’ll only be launching it once a week to sync newly-saved files, and then it’ll be shut down again. After that it took several days of leaving my machine on, plugged in, and connected to the fast WiFi at work to re-download all my stuff from Dropbox and from Google Drive, and to reinstall some of the software I use. Now I’m pretty much back to normal except that I have not re-downloaded Scrivener yet. I am holding off because the folks behind Scrivener are insisting that August 30 will be the drop-dead date by which Scrivener 3 for Windows will finally be released. I’m skeptical on this point (the ongoing delay of Scrivener 3 for Windows after the program’s release for Mac almost two years ago is a sore point with me), but I’m willing to wait, especially since at this point I’m not planning to do any drafting work until fall. Scrivener is the program where I do all of my drafting when it comes to fiction, so I can wait to get it back. (Unless they miss another deadline, in which case I may say “To hell with it” and go back to using LibreOffice for everything.
Anyway, that’s the reason for the complete radio silence on the blog front. As of today, though, things seem back to normal (I hope!), so…onward and upward! Zap! Pow!!
