|"Last month, Kurt Cobain..."
||[Dec. 7th, 2004|10:30 pm]
You Big Dummy
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|||||RVW - A Pastoral Symphony: Lento, moderato maestoso||]|
Ok, so it's been a month. 'Pologies, to S.L. Sedford especially.
Vampire Birds were eliminated. Ah, well.
The Duke S.O. played RVW's 5th and Dave and I joined Shin and Bear to listen to it. They had a hard time with the scherzo, and the conflict in the Preludio, which I always thought should have been sort of masked, was brought out in all of its butt-nekkid, well, not glory, but I reckon in it's Joe Friday-ness. The last two mvts. were awesome!
Yes, still watching Maury Povich. I am also watching a GAME OPERA regularly; do you believe it? "Big Break." These guys have to make golf shots over brick walls and through windows and stuff. It's messed up. The final is tomorrow. I guess it is an 18-hole match.
I'm trying to figure out which music I should add into my playlist for Big Money Opening Day in six months. I doubt anyone else on that bridge will be listening to the same stuff I will, so it is a chance to make history. Suggestions welcome. I'll also make sure to fly a Wahoos flag off of the western tower.
Oh, Deuces, something I failed to mention: I am in a class in which we work in non-Euclidean geometry, specifically hyperbolic geometry, and the angles are all effed up in hyperbolic space. It is true that we might actually be living in hyperbolic space, but our current instruments are not good enough to actually find the curvature of space, if such curvature exists.
I found something on the Internet that treats the twelve fundamental tones as a multiplicative group (isomorphic to Z-12), and in so doing explains why Schoenberg's music sounds weird but actually has an underlying principle.
Deuces let me vent a little this morning about politics and it was refreshing to have someone agree with me. : ) She is nominated for charter membership in our little club (you know what I am talking about, 2s).
I bought a disc golf card game. When I get back to Flo-City in ten days we are getting some folks together to play it. Then we are going to blow away some Burwell stuff I stole, the purpose being to finish shooting the movie we started this summer (Centigrade 6/10). The winner gets to light the fuse.
I still say things like "Ready for Action!" and "Oh My Ga-od!" and other stuff. The thing was I just had a load of take home tests and stuff, and applications.
I found a community for Flo-City human beings: http://www.livejournal.com/community/flotown/
Why, do you know I haven't been in Flo-City since Homecoming, and at that time I was only there for some seven hours? You know how music reminds you of stuff? Well, the central section of the Feria in Ravel's Rapsodie espagnole reminds me of Flo-City at 2 in the morning (upon departing for Columbia). Homecoming kicked ass. Looking forward to Flo-City again, I am. I hope the leaves have left the trees at the Mars Bluff disc golf course and that all the ticks there aren't biting, because I got 72 holes there to play.
Dave called RVW's Concerto for Two Pianos and Orchestra a real "balls to the wall" piece of stuff, and he also described it as "in your face." I don't think that it contains any bullshit at all, except maybe in the very middle.
Stop scrolling and thanks for dealing with me.