Just as we ingest oxygen and food, converting it to water vapor, carbon dioxide, and shit, so does the Wheel of Time gobble up the days, converting future into past. Before you know it, another week has flashed by, never to be seen again.
And what a week this has been, Esteemed Readers... from eating pot roast atop a snow-capped mountain two days ago to snarfing up smoked fish and bagels with the Minyan Boyz today. I live a life of happy contrasts, savoring every single one.
Those happy contrasts can even be found in my collection of music, a random assemblage of which I post here every Friday. Where else will you see Light Opera interspersed with dub poetry set to reggae music, selections from film soundtracks, Ethiopian wailing, and Rock Music (both alternative and classic)?
Let’s see what the Little White Choon-Box has for us this week:
And what a week this has been, Esteemed Readers... from eating pot roast atop a snow-capped mountain two days ago to snarfing up smoked fish and bagels with the Minyan Boyz today. I live a life of happy contrasts, savoring every single one.
Those happy contrasts can even be found in my collection of music, a random assemblage of which I post here every Friday. Where else will you see Light Opera interspersed with dub poetry set to reggae music, selections from film soundtracks, Ethiopian wailing, and Rock Music (both alternative and classic)?
Let’s see what the Little White Choon-Box has for us this week:
- Akale - Maritu Legesse
- The Mikado, Act II: Mi-Ya-Sa-Ma, Mi-Ya-Sa-Ma - D’Oyly Carte Opera Company
- A Quai - Yann Tiersen, Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain
- Reggae fi Peach - Linton Kwesi Johnson
- Gort - Bernard Herrmann, The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)
- Hot Cha - They Might Be Giants
- Amish Paradise - Weird Al Yankovic
- La Grippe - Squirrel Nut Zippers
There’s a flu bug getting passed around
And it’s spreading like fire through the town
There’s a virus holing up inside us
Everyone that I know is coming down
There’s an Asian influenza
Infecting us all by the score
And it’s turning into pneumonia
We must go out once more
There’s a fool moon howling at the night
And its bark is much worse than its bite
So we must go out and dance around
Yes we must go out tonight
So the doctors came on the evening train
With their flasks and their caskets and vials
Mass psychosis was their diagnosis (yes)
So we all cashed our checks and went wild
There’s a fool moon howling at the night
And its bark is much worse than its bite
So we must go out and dance around
Yes we must go out tonight
La grippe! Ahhhh!
There’s a fool moon howling at the night
And its bark is much worse than its bite
So we must go
Yes we must go
Yes we must go out tonight
La grippe! Ahhhh! - Rudy Wants To Buy Yez A Drink - Frank Zappa
- We’re Going Wrong - Cream
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