Thanks for the tip Chris Rudolph! Speaking of Freedom Toast
A Poetry by e e cummings - As Freedom Is a Breakfast Food
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
--long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
--long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
--long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late
worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
--time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
[Poem: "as freedom is a breakfast food" by e.e. cummings.
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
The last time THis happened didn't World War I start?
OK, well before raising the alarm and cranking the cat's tail, I must admit circumstances were different, but still, aren't there more deserving people of that out there?
Word for the day: inculcate (verb) -
1. teach and impress by frequent repetitions or admonitions
Synonyms: instill, infuse
OK, well before raising the alarm and cranking the cat's tail, I must admit circumstances were different, but still, aren't there more deserving people of that out there?
Word for the day: inculcate (verb) -
1. teach and impress by frequent repetitions or admonitions
Synonyms: instill, infuse
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
For those of you who are fans of Cat Power, see the links part of this page, or click Morning Becomes Eclectic :
Cat Power
The very charming Chan Marshall of Cat Power performs her dreamy songs and a couple of classics on electric guitar and piano for Morning Becomes Eclectic listeners at 11:15am.
Aired Thursday, February 27, 2003. [MORE]
Cat Power
The very charming Chan Marshall of Cat Power performs her dreamy songs and a couple of classics on electric guitar and piano for Morning Becomes Eclectic listeners at 11:15am.
Aired Thursday, February 27, 2003. [MORE]
So I'm finding that the compromises in life are ever present. And some of us are cat-like in the sense that we often land on our feet . . . or we're lucky. I can't tell which I am, but things are sorta working out.
I played the Rex last night, and went second-to-last in the run of folks. There was one even more persistent fella who played after me, so mad props to him.
I was feeling sorta pantsed before leaving home and going out to play, and when I signed up I was #18 on the list. Ok, so everybody gets 3 songs, few folks play shorties like I do (ie songs under three minutes), so figure that's at least ten minutes a pop, plus like five minutes interlude, for intro, applause, "Am I plugged in?" "Shit, I have to tune!" and the like . . . 15min * 18people = 270 min / 60min = 4.5 hrs . . . fortunately they started before I was there, and some folks got up and left, so I didn't wait for as long as that ...
It was like after 1AM when I go up. I was about ready to concede, but then some of the folks who were playing before me had already conceded or left rather, so they call me up. I wanted to play this new song, but didn't think I'd remember the lyrics. I was totally hazy. I say, "I'll play just one, well maybe two, cuz I'll need a warm up song." My pals Marty and Madge and Ray the talking drum man, are chanting "3! 3! 3! 3!" I didn't think it was in there. And then they came out, not perfectly, but out they came. The songs, in a relaxed (how else do you play after a few beers and sitting for a few hours ?) tone that I was pretty surprised to hear. Huh . . . but what's most important was the enthusiasm the audience gave me. All four or maybe five of them were brilliant, and as one guy had said earlier in the evening about the small audience (the audiences are typically small) you may be little but you're noisy and that's what counts.
So I had to wait a little while to play, but it was all worth it in the end. Sometimes you have to not have something to know what you had. I'm learning that in several arenas. But let's stay in this one: as one guy from Denver visiting family here in town said last night after he played, "this Rex theater is great. We don't have anything like this in Denver, so enjoy it while you can!"
Oh, something else I'd learned, forgotten and relearned from all of this experience: Save your enthusiasm for the stage. What I mean by that is, if you enjoy somebody;s work (acting, juggling, fire-eating, music) let them know while they're on the stage with your applause and cheers. Afterwards, if they're not super-saturated in a conversation, it's nice to say, "Thanks for playing, I enjoyed your work." Same thing applies for any time after when, maybe even days after, you see this person: "Thanks for playing, I enjoyed your work." That's nice cuz it means you remembered and it really did make an impression. But if you see somebody in a car out on the street after 2AM, you may freak them out a little, or surprise them to say the least, if you spring up to the window pointing and shouting "DUDE, YOU ROCK!"
Don't do that. That;s bad form. That person will take that action differently from how you probably intend it to go. Trust me.
I played the Rex last night, and went second-to-last in the run of folks. There was one even more persistent fella who played after me, so mad props to him.
I was feeling sorta pantsed before leaving home and going out to play, and when I signed up I was #18 on the list. Ok, so everybody gets 3 songs, few folks play shorties like I do (ie songs under three minutes), so figure that's at least ten minutes a pop, plus like five minutes interlude, for intro, applause, "Am I plugged in?" "Shit, I have to tune!" and the like . . . 15min * 18people = 270 min / 60min = 4.5 hrs . . . fortunately they started before I was there, and some folks got up and left, so I didn't wait for as long as that ...
It was like after 1AM when I go up. I was about ready to concede, but then some of the folks who were playing before me had already conceded or left rather, so they call me up. I wanted to play this new song, but didn't think I'd remember the lyrics. I was totally hazy. I say, "I'll play just one, well maybe two, cuz I'll need a warm up song." My pals Marty and Madge and Ray the talking drum man, are chanting "3! 3! 3! 3!" I didn't think it was in there. And then they came out, not perfectly, but out they came. The songs, in a relaxed (how else do you play after a few beers and sitting for a few hours ?) tone that I was pretty surprised to hear. Huh . . . but what's most important was the enthusiasm the audience gave me. All four or maybe five of them were brilliant, and as one guy had said earlier in the evening about the small audience (the audiences are typically small) you may be little but you're noisy and that's what counts.
So I had to wait a little while to play, but it was all worth it in the end. Sometimes you have to not have something to know what you had. I'm learning that in several arenas. But let's stay in this one: as one guy from Denver visiting family here in town said last night after he played, "this Rex theater is great. We don't have anything like this in Denver, so enjoy it while you can!"
Oh, something else I'd learned, forgotten and relearned from all of this experience: Save your enthusiasm for the stage. What I mean by that is, if you enjoy somebody;s work (acting, juggling, fire-eating, music) let them know while they're on the stage with your applause and cheers. Afterwards, if they're not super-saturated in a conversation, it's nice to say, "Thanks for playing, I enjoyed your work." Same thing applies for any time after when, maybe even days after, you see this person: "Thanks for playing, I enjoyed your work." That's nice cuz it means you remembered and it really did make an impression. But if you see somebody in a car out on the street after 2AM, you may freak them out a little, or surprise them to say the least, if you spring up to the window pointing and shouting "DUDE, YOU ROCK!"
Don't do that. That;s bad form. That person will take that action differently from how you probably intend it to go. Trust me.
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