After the dreary despair I spewed forth in 395, I decided it was up to me to provide some counterbalance to an outlook that is so often bleak. Leave it to Mr. Hathaway to help me out.
A perceptibly slow and exhausted start on the past few days' reflections crystallizes into go-go dancers, cherry cola, and rock and rolla.
Maybe not quite as impromptu as usual; this episode took a little bit of planning. I enjoyed the hell out of the outro music.
Three things to learn from this episode: 1) Respect for my peeps, 2) Ny-Quil's a hell of a drug, 3) It's about the who.
An unsettled wandering through other people's conversations about music, creation, and found inspiration.
Upon hearing another singer, who everyone holds in nostalgic reverie, has died, can we start celebrating the living, new, thriving creativity of today?
Okay, I'm back to some music, but it was on my mind. This time a bit of deconstruction of rock music and hoping that you'll get the Würm.
I think I went from The Simpsons to Stanley Kubrick to Soundtracks to the Rheostatics, but I could be wrong.
An absurdist juxtaposition; excuse the imposition.
Containing:
- Harold Pinter reading Beckett's "The Unnamable"
- John Coltrane's "My Favorite Things"
- Billie Whitelaw performing Beckett's "Not I"