Allow me to be the first to suggest that someone get kicked off the karaoke mic, should there be karaoke. (And, to be clear, there should be karaoke.)
There should definitely be karaoke.
Happy Nowruz, everybody. Time to clean out your closets, light bonfires, and visit your neighbors. Not necessary in that order.
1: And extra points if the kicking off is the result of some musically or rhythmically creative action.
If any lurkers show, I suggest behaving in a manner that will convince them that the bar for being a regular commenter is a very low one indeed (knocking their beer into your own lap is one possibility).
Recruitment.com!
I may or may not show up. My roommate apparently has a friend coming to visit, and I might decide to just stay here and hang out with them.
Ooh, teo, come see your imaginary internet friends!
I at the moment have a fever and feel pretty shitty, but am hoping a couple of Tylenol will sort me out. Why am I sick on the nice day? Can allergies give one a fever?
I have to pick something up in that neighborhood. If I can make it, I'll be the one with the garment bag.
Sorry oudemia. just load up on cold mess and come anyway?you knew I'd say that. and teraz kurzwa my should come. hm, seems like too many letters in 'kurzwa'. sorry, teraz-whatever.
What? Alameida, I was just on Bayard St. an hour ago, for bbq pork wonton noodle soup. Can I come too?
Lurkers always welcome. Or, if you're not a lurker, you're welcome, too.
Consider me snarling and fretting about not being there. I'll be eleven miles north, moving furniture and baking cake.
I would like to come. But I'm in Texas.
I've promised too many people that I will do too many things this weekend. One of these days I'll make it to one of these, but looks like it won't be today.
right, kurwa. yes, villanueva, you should come.
I wish I could come, but I won't be in NY until next weekend.
I would like to come. But I'm in Texas.
I would like to come. But I'm in Mexico City. But at least I am not moving furniture.
14: The bar has been raised. We will expect video of this cake baking.
I would like to come, but ...
"Case Study of Transient Geographical Factors Affecting the Ability to Attain Orgasm as Self-Reported by Members of an Online Community."
I am still blechy and undecided, but leaning towards speedy medicine and smiling determination.
Unrelatedly, a Facebook "friend" (ie someone I was in kindergarten with but never saw in a classroom after) with a penchant for posting "goodbye cruel world" messages in order to spawn massive outcry (I once got someone in his town to call 911), has now posted a video of himself farting paired with many comments about how he will be dead soon and farts smell good in heaven. Whee!
Turns out my roommate's friend is pretty cute. I haven't totally made up my mind yet, but I'm currently leaning toward staying here.
Would you know my name
If I smelt you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I smelt you in heaven
But I'm in Mexico City. But at least I am not moving furniture.
Letting the Mexicans move the furniture for you then? I suppose it gives Ogged something to do, what with the not blogging and all.
23: a'ight. can't quibble with that.
Letting the Mexicans move the furniture for you then?
No furniture moving, but the hotel staff is very helpful. I have stayed here so much over the past nine months that when I sit down for breakfast they know what I want to order.
Having met Ogged, I am pretty sure that he is not one of the waiters. But with about 25 million people here, I suppose he could be lurking in the city someplace and I have not noticed.
I would like to come. But I'm in McMurdo Station, Antarctica.
My roommate and her friend seem to have picked up some beer. So yeah, looks like I'll be staying in tonight.
Also, I'm now commenting from my new computer. Woo!
Happy Nowruz, Jackmormon. And Ogged, PBUY, wherever you are.
I'll be there around 8:30, in spite of Almeida's veiled attempt to placate PC extremism in the workplace mineshaft.
I am still on my couch, alas. And cranky. So alas I will not make it this time. Just me and Nyquil.
I have arrived, as has JM, and we are outside in the back.
||A bleg for academics not attending the meetup: if someone with JSTOR access would be so kind as to share this with me via my linked email, I would be eternally grateful. It might even count as a mitzvah, if that helps.|>
40: Thanks so much to both of you who sent the article. In gratitude, I give you a link to the music in question (the bit with the birdsong begins at about 4:55). It begins, incidentally, with a quote from Beethoven's Heiliger Dankgesang from the Op. 132 quartet.
41: what is it with composers and birdsong? Bartok, Messiaen, and I heard a lecture the other day about.... uh, Mahler, maybe? Writing a Beethoven-influenced pastoral? Anyhow, geez, where are the horse whinnies or the cow farts or the squirrel... noises? Stupid birds get all the gigs.
Birds. Song. What do you need, a road map? Actually, there are other instances of less obviously appropriate animal noises in music. Telemann wrote more than one piece imitating the croaking of frogs, which are pretty awesome if the performer really lets go. Also, Richard Strauss wrote incidental music for Le bourgeouis gentilhomme in which the feast scene has animal references during the feast scene (as in, bleating during the lamb course).
You know, during the feast scene.
43: whale song? Mule song? Dugong song? So limited, composers.
You should listen to Hans Reichel's daxophone music, Sifu.
Here's "Give Me Money", the first track from the daxophone operetta Shanghaied on Tor Road. (Strangely, "In Harmony with Henry the Horse" from Lower Lurum didn't feature very many whinny sounds.)
Shanghaied on Tor Road
Lesser-known is the follow-up, Shanghaied on Tuga Road.
"Sleigh Ride" often has a horse whinny right at the end. Minute 2:40 on this one.
His guitar playing is pretty cool too.
Oh sweet that video has live daxophone playing!
Persons not watching the video in 52 are making a mistake.
55: Little-known fact: Schubert's Trout Quintet was supposed to be the Manatee Quintet. His publisher balked at the original conception.
Aw, so sad to miss you all tonight! Albuquerque is pretty nice, though it would be nicer if the overflow hotel were not a $14 cab ride from the conference!
59: Victory! Now get kicked off the mic.
Wish I was there. Stupid lack of teleportation.
I had a lovely time with you Internet degenerates. Thanks for not murdering me!
I sang a song about Mike D.'s mom. Satisfying.
Allow me to be the first to say I would like to come. But I'm in Texas.
I would like to have come, but I was in Babb.
Man, I'm totally sorry not to have met alameida. Bummed that she never made it to unfoggeDCon 2.
FWIW (not much) Copland is supposed to have said that listening to a particular symphony of Vaughan Williams for 45 minutes. Not quite Messiaenic cowsong, I guess. But, as alreay mentioned, Hohvaness and Crumb did some kind of whale shout out. Corigliano's Song of the Worm contains, alas, no actual documentary of worms, singing or even just, uh, shooting the shit.
In other news, "You Might Think" lies in surprisingly unfriendly vocal territory.
FWIW (not much) Copland is supposed to have said that listening to a particular symphony of Vaughan Williams for 45 minutes.
Verb?
43. High time somebody set one of these to a full orchestra, then.
69: "That" spake Aaron Copland.
Maybe the way to parse it is:
Copland is supposed to have said "that!", listening to a particular symphony of Vaughan Williams for 45 minutes.
remember at unfoggedCon 2010, when we were all singing "total eclipse of the heart" at the top of our lungs from our seats the the basement of that chinese bar on mullberry... and they started putting food on the table, and then we crashed the karaoke computer...
Ah, shit. Something got chopped, and it's such an awfully nice if possibly apocryphal line. "...that listening to a particular symphony of Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes."
(and Mahler, bless his heart, gives equal representation to the cuckoo and the donkey, by the way, in "Lob des Hohen Verstands"...)
(also Rossini wrote an ostensibly comic "duet for two cats" in which two singers meow archly at each other to austere piano accompaniment.)
I like this game slightly too much. I will now be quiet.
I like this game slightly too much. I will now be quiet.
Nonsense! We shall not stop until we've placed all of nature's menagerie in some composition or other. Next up: hyenas!