What can I say? No excuse. It just is what it is.
I’ve now been blogging this blog for more than twice as many years as there are readers! Or that’s what they tell me, anyway.
Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!You registered on WordPress.com 4 years ago.Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Pretty impressive, huh?
To celebrate, I scoured the T’Oobs, and the first good find was Django playing the “Anniversary Song.” I knew the melody but did not know it was the Anniversary Song.
Django Reinhardt is on guitar supported by the rest of his Quintet of the Hot Club of France, and Hubert Rostaing joins in on clarinet.
The Rocktober countdown continues, right there on KNSR, bringin’ you the groovin’est groove-fest in Grooveland . . .
Nightsky Radio launches his second week of the Great Rocktober Countdown of 2016, with a band that I myself recommended, but a puzzling and perplexing one. Don’t miss NSR’s always interesting weekly specials. Here’s the first week, which is pure Garbage. And I don’t mean that in a bad way but in a plain, stating-the-facts kind of way.
Franz Liszt, Ave Verum Corpus (1871), performed by the Stuttgart Südfunk-Chor conducted by Rupert Huber.
Ave verum corpus, natum
de Maria Virgine,
vere passum, immolatum
in cruce pro homine
cuius latus perforatum
fluxit aqua et sanguine:
esto nobis praegustatum
in mortis examine.
O Iesu dulcis, O Iesu pie,
O Iesu, fili Mariae.
Miserere mei. Amen.
Hail, true Body, born
of the Virgin Mary,
who having truly suffered, was sacrificed
on the cross for mankind,
whose pierced side
flowed with water and blood:
May it be for us a foretaste [of the Heavenly banquet]
in the trial of death.
O sweet Jesus, O pious Jesus,
O Jesus, son of Mary,
have mercy on me. Amen.
At this point, I hardly need to remind you that Nightskyradio in still going strong, or should I say Kyarying on heartily, with his Rocktober COUNTDOWN FRIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!! One! One little Friday! Ha! Two!! Two fabulous Fridays!! Ha ha!! Three!!! Three freaky, phantasmagoric Fridays!!! Ha ha haaa!!! FOUR!!!! Four fabulous, freaky, phantasmogorical Fridays!!!! Ha ha ha ha!!!! . . .
Yeah, things are heating up infernally as Nightsky hits his stride and pulls out all the stops for this penultimate Friday night Halloween knockout.
Four!!!! Four mixed metaphors!!!! Ha ha ha ha!!!!
My blogdaddy Nightsky hit 200 posts, for which the only appropriate response is a full length movie.
By uncanny coincidence, Whud Yuhd Faye is also hitting the double noughts at the same time. Five double oh, people. Yes, this post is the big five double-a-rooni. Five. Oh. Oh.
In this epic but pathetically doomed Oedipal struggle, yours truly, the miscreant son, has been trying to outdo Dad with all that manic posting, especially in the initial months of this blogging adventure. Predictably, the results have been questionable in terms of quality . . . but, by gosh . . . THERE’S NO QUESTION AT ALL IN TERMS OF QUANTITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And like Nightsky, we celebrate by playing with numbers. In our case, we will start with five and lay on the zeroes one by one until we get to 500. Let us begin!
OK, I’ve never been a huge Brubeck fan, but he definitely had his moments and this was one of them.
“Take Five,” with Paul Desmond (sax), Eugene Wright (bass), Joe Morello (drums). The album Time Out (1959) was the first jazz album to go past platinum. I just remembered: I was also told Brubeck took a spiritual direction with his music later in life, which is something we’ll have to investigate for our Sunday selections.
Anyway, Wikipedia tells me Dave Brubeck suffered a serious spinal injury after diving into the Hawaiian surf in 1951. (Hey, fifties!) Not good for Dave Brubeck. But who knows what graces came out of it, including a life path that led to the first jazz album to go past platinum? One good thing that definitely came out of that incident, though, is that it gives me a nifty little segue to the next clip, which may be among the top five, certainly the top ten tv show themes EVER!
And now, all we need is one more zero, which we find supplied by none other than Chick Corea and Return to Forever.
“500 Miles High,” from Light as a Feather (1973). Chick Corea (keyboards), Flora Purim (vocals), Joe Farrell (sax), Stanley Clark (bass), Airto Moreira (percussion). (I want you to know that I wrote all that album info from my head, and when I went back to check the only thing I got wrong was that Joe Farrell has two “l”s at the end of his name, not one.)
Let it also be known that my other blog associates, that zany, rollicking hippie commune that has come to be known as The Blog of Funny Names, also hit the big 5-0-0 not too long ago. I’m only a little behind.
Now playing over at The Blog of Funny Names.
In my monthly stints at The Blog of Funny Names, I think I’ve done just about everything to try to impress the big kids over there. Music. More music. Psychological attention tests. Anthropology. Purple prose. Public service spots. Poetry! Uh, movies? . . .
Yeah, I did just about everything. Everything except actually generate some traffic, that is. Views for my posts over there generally get a modest initial dribble, then invariably settle down into a long drought with sporadic drips.
But that’s about to change, my fine funny name friendz.
With today’s contribution you’re gonna finally see that I’m not just some weird, geeky type induhvidyool.
Oh, no. I’m a playa, see? I’m one bad-acid mojo mopho.
Oh, yeah. I’m gonna generate some hits. And I’m gonna get um right now. And then those views are gonna keep coming. And then more. And more. And one month later they’re still gonna be poppin’ up those little views per hour bars.
And you’re all gonna say, whoooooooaaaaaa! Who exactly is that wild, woozy wizard of words? And how on earth did he do that?
And then I’m gonna set my hat in place, straighten my lapels, adjust my sunglasses, take the toothpick out of my teeth and say, Heed me and behold, O ye collegiate colleagues of mine, for it is no mystery. I did it the only way I know how.