Continuing with scary music! Or music for scary movies. Or…you get the idea.
Here is a suite from Wojcech Kilar’s wonderful score to the rather uneven film Bram Stoker’s DRACULA. While the film is uneven, the score is a classic of the genre.
Continuing with scary music! Or music for scary movies. Or…you get the idea.
Here is a suite from Wojcech Kilar’s wonderful score to the rather uneven film Bram Stoker’s DRACULA. While the film is uneven, the score is a classic of the genre.
This past weekend was…an adventure.
The groundwork started the previous weekend, when a large puddle formed at the corner of our street and the street that leads to it. It had rained a bit that weekend, so I didn’t think anything of the puddle, except it persisted all week, through dry days. Never shrinking. Just…there.
Turns out it was a water main break.
I got home from work Friday afternoon to no running water as the crews were starting the repair right then. I don’t know what made them choose Friday night, but I’m guessing that something happened which forced their hand. So no water that night, which wasn’t a huge imposition (we keep water bottles filled and have jugs of water on hand at all times), except that I couldn’t shower. I shower after work, not before, because the nature of my job doesn’t always leave me particularly clean. Plus, showering after the job helps me make the mental switch from Day Job Me to Writer and Homebody Me.
But Friday? No water until 10:00pm, so no shower. No big deal, really; I figured I’d just shower Saturday morning, after The Wife showered and went to work and I got the dee-oh-gee’s walked. Fine.
Except The Wife leaves and calls me from the road, two minutes later. The water main is now broken again, and impressively so: it’s making a little geyser and flooding the street in ankle-deep water.

A cop is already there. Within minutes a Water Authority guy is also there, and within the hour the water is back off and the crews are working. This time there are even more big machines and big trucks involved, and the water doesn’t get turned back on until between 5:30 and 6:00. Again, not a gigantic deal, except that I was now two days removed from my most recent shower, which led me to conclude that I should not attend the work party that had been scheduled for that afternoon.
That sucked. But, the water was back.
Onward to Sunday. Hiking at Hunter’s Creek Park with Dee-oh-gee 1.0. Pretty autumn day, nice colors, warm weather if a bit windy.
For seven hours.
Yuck.
The worst part of this was that our power company’s website is supposed to post updates as to status of outages, with estimated restoration times, but they never posted any such information. Every street was listed as “assessing”, which they say means that they haven’t even figured out what work needs done.
This went on and on and on. At least I got some writing done by candlelight…

Luckily that’s when the power came back on and the main sump pump engaged and cleared the rest of the water pretty quickly.
Everybody lived and nothing was lost, but the entire weekend was, for the most part, one headache after another.
At least it’s over.
Harumph.
Another hallmark of scary classical music: A Night on Bald Mountain by Modest Mussorgsky.
It’s not a bad joke, actually. Seen on Twitter:
Is that… is that the Fanta of the Opera? pic.twitter.com/uqEGVFNsRj
— Yacov Freedman (@yzfreedman) October 11, 2017
(Oops…as often happens, saved as draft and forgot to actually publish.)
Continuing our month of spooky, scary music…here is a suite from Bernard Herrmann’s seminal filmscore, Psycho. No intro needed other than that!
Mark Hamill, Luke Skywalker himself, tweeted my name.
Here’s how it happened.
It began with, surprisingly enough, William Shatner:
I think @starwars has officially jumped the shark. 😳🙄 Wasn’t @HamillHimself supposed to be in this movie? 🤔 pic.twitter.com/HFiA56hlS3
— William Shatner (@WilliamShatner) October 10, 2017
Mark Hamill, cited by Mr. Shatner, replied:
I think @WilliamShatner has officially jumped the snark.😜😇 You've got your BORGS, Bill- I've got my PORGS, OK? 😎 #TheFarceIsStrongInShatner https://t.co/W28T3sixr3
— @HamillHimself (@HamillHimself) October 10, 2017
Funny reply! Until, that is, a Star Trek geek from the Buffalo, NY area felt the need to point out that Mr. Shatner never faced the Borg on Star Trek. They came along for Patrick Stewart’s tenure as Enterprise captain.
Sayeth the Trek geek from Buffalo:
The Borg? That was Patrick Stewart, NOT Mr. Shatner! Come ON, Mr. Hamill!!!
— Kelly Sedinger (@Jaquandor) October 10, 2017
And then, replyeth Mr. Hamill:
That tweet was from someone who once flunked a #StarWars trivia quiz. Why would I do any better w/ #StarTrek minutia? Come ON, Mr. Sedinger!
— @HamillHimself (@HamillHimself) October 10, 2017
Squeee! Proof for eternity that for a period of time–who cares if it was mere seconds long–Mark Hamill was aware of my existence!
I, of course, couldn’t allow Mr. Hamill the last word, so:
Well, might as well bring a third franchise into the mix…. 🙂 pic.twitter.com/Q8Yfcy0jc3
— Kelly Sedinger (@Jaquandor) October 10, 2017
And as of this writing, there we stand.
Sometimes the future is kind of cool, in amidst the moments of existential dread and the ongoing awareness that everything is terrible.
Here’s something I’ve never heard before: The Mask of the Red Death, a work for harp and string quartet by Andre Caplet. Caplet was a French composer and a contemporary of Claude Debussy, and in fact his most noted work seems to have been orchestrations of the great master’s works. Caplet’s work here is based on the famous story by Edgar Allan Poe, and it is an eerily effective piece of mood music, employing a number of sonic effects throughout in addition to tonal moods that suggest atonality.
For the month of scares, here’s one of John Williams’s rare forays into the world of horror: a suite from his score to the movie Dracula.
Obviously denim is one of my favorite things on Earth. Few things are more comfortable than well-worn denim that has been broken in over years.

I have, of course, discovered this by several lucky purchases of raw denim overalls.
You can find raw denim overalls pretty easily. Any Tractor Supply store or other workwear establishment will have them. (A good local place is McKay’s Work Clothing in South Buffalo.) Vintage raw denim overalls are another matter. They often go for princely sums that are way higher than I’m willing to pay for such things, but it’s always the case with places like eBay that you never know. You might go months without seeing a good deal on the thing that you want, and then one day, there it is, and for a decent price, too. This happened for me twice in the last year, when I was able to buy two different pairs of raw denim Lee overalls for a song (both for less than what a new pair of Carhartts would set me back these days).
The Lee overalls of the “vintage” era, roughly the 50s through the 80s, have always been my “platonic ideal” of what overalls should be. I love the shape of the bib pocket, the shape of the back part, even the shape of the back pockets and the brass hardware. When I think of overalls, this is what I tend to picture.
(Photos chosen via a Google image search.)
I’ve owned several pairs of Lee overalls for years now, two in blue denim and one in hickory stripe.

Raw denim is a true nerd’s category of clothing, the rare subset of fashion that is the domain mostly of men, and thus overrun by complicated terminology and geeks eager to tell you you’re doing it wrong. Basically, though, what “raw” amounts to is denim that wasn’t washed to soften it up (and remove excess indigo dye) before it was sent out into the world — though mine had been Sanforized, or soaked, to pre-shrink them. Raw denim is also usually made of nearly pure cotton — so minimal-to-no Lycra or spandex or what have you, the stuff that gives stretchy jeans their elasticity. What you lose in immediate flexibility, you gain in durability: They’re harder to stretch, but also harder to stretch out. My pair arrived on my doorstep deep blue, stiff, and difficult. Then it became my job to find the patience and persistence to wear them into shape.
There’s a process with raw denim, it turns out: you’re actually not supposed to just toss them into the washer and dryer right off the bat, nor are you supposed to wash them frequently. An initial soaking-and-drying, without soap, followed by wearing a lot with intermittent re-soakings and gentle washings (hand-washing in a tub with a bit of soap is recommended) followed by line-dryings only, is what’s called for. In this way the denim will slowly break in and wear in exact ways that correspond to your body and the way you wear it.
Here’s how the ran denim overalls compare, side-by-side with one of my long-broken-in pairs:


Last, they hang on the line to dry. This takes forever. When you thoroughly soak denim, it holds water for a long time. This is not a process for the impatient.
