Nope, not back to Leonard Cohen yet either. That should happen next week! Meanwhile, here’s ELO, one of my newest Favorite Bands. (I’ve always liked ELO from afar but I didn’t know their stuff very well. I’ve been catching up of late.)
Holding patterns please….
New laptop, who dis?
Yes, I have a new computer. I’m still in the process of playing with it and getting it set up for my ongoing productivity (ahem). More to come. In the meantime, here’s ABBA, because…ABBA.
Regular posting to come, I swear!
(The Leonard Cohen thing will almost certainly be postponed again….)
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Tone Poem Tuesday
I think that Franz von Suppe is to this blog as cream of mushroom soup is to Mark Evanier’s. Whenever Evanier is really busy, he posts a picture of a can of cream of mushroom soup. I tend to do the same with a YouTube selection of an overture by Franz von Suppe.
So here’s von Suppe’s Jolly Robbers overture. I played this in high school in an arrangement that was wickedly difficult. Rehearsals of this were, at times, quite a lot less than fun…but I still love the piece.
Bear with, lots going on!
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In other new-shirt news….
The way I see it, if I’m going to take advantage of the fact that we’re allowed to wear team shirt on gamedays, my shirt should reflect my tastes at least a little. So:
And, that linen shirt that I recently bought? I loved it so much I bought another, this time in a light aqua:
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A long time ago, in a Queue far, far away….
Respect the Queue.
You may only enter the Queue at the end. Attempt no other point of entry.
Do not stop moving along the Queue, for any reason.
Do not allow anyone to join you in the Queue.
Do not question the Queue.
Do not make eye contact with the Queue.
The Queue, as long as you are in it, is your world.
The Queue is your life.
This is my Queue. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Queue is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, as I master my life.
Queue: the final frontier.
The Queue is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.
In the beginning was the Queue, and the Queue was with God, and the Queue was God.
It was the best of Queues, it was the worst of Queues.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in a Queue, must be in the Queue.
People will come, Ray. They’ll come to The Queue, for reasons they can’t even fathom.
The Queue is inevitable.
They say the Queue is cold, but the Queue contains the hottest blood of all.
Come my friends, ’tis not too late to seek a newer Queue.
No man steps in same Queue twice, for it is not the same Queue and he is not the same man.
The finger pointing at the Queue is not the Queue itself.
Eventually all things merge into one, and a Queue runs through it.
May the Queue be with you.
