Wanda is the only person I know who can sing this, and I know hundreds of people who can sing. A non-linguistic vocal meditation on death and grief and loss.
Music from The Dinnerparty's recent runthroughs of the dark side of the dinnerparty.
Program notes:
1. Topher was present for the first two runthroughs and absent from the last two, giving us two different ensembles -- one with percussion and one without.
What follows is a minor Frankenstein, a composite of takes from the different ensembles. Peace be unto all.
2. The recording levels aren't great, with some instruments jumping out while others remain politely in the background. You have been warned.
3. Odeo has been down for several days, so I'm using a new mp3 player. Don't be afraid to care.
The Candler Park Sweetwater 420 Festival was this weekend. You may remember this from last year.
Since the park is like a minute away from the Nunnery, L threatened me with a frying pan and insisted that we attend.
1. if the student is male, there's no need, because he won't care whether you were there or not.
2. if the student is a vocalist, say the following:
"Your dress was beautiful and I loved the Italian song."3. if the student is an instrumentalist, say the following:
"I particularly enjoyed the Bach."
Tuesday we went to see Rosemary's Baby at the Plaza theater.
Before the film began, a black-robed man stood at the front of the theater and shouted "hail Satan!" The audience happily did so.
A man standing next to him held up a baby - probably a real, living baby, though it was hard to tell - by the foot and waved it around. Good times.
There was a countdown...
and then the good times began in earnest.
The audience was surprisingly well-behaved, though it should be said that they tittered like silly-people whenever anything remotely sexual was mentioned.
Free Roman!
The tree outside the nunnery is in bloom about ten days each spring:
The blueberry bush by the front porch:
The petals from the Nunnery tree cover the from lawn:
Some blueberry flowers sprouting in candler park:
the Nunnery tree, early morning:
The Nunnery tree, early morning, with a lobster hurtling through the air:
The Nunnery tree in full bloom:
Its petals covering the lawn:
the Nunnery lawn and walkway:
the Nunnery tree, early morning:
the Nunnery, in all its living glory:
the Nunnery tree:
the Nunnery tree, toward the end of its peak bloom:
the Nunnery tree, early morning:
the playground in candler park, abandoned after the chilling child massacre of 2009:
the shadow of a clone:
the Nunnery tree, early bloom:
the whiteberry bush outside the front porch:
a yellowberry flower:
the Nunnery lawn and walkway:
a walk through candler park:
the Nunnery tree: the same, but different:
L let it drop that she's been eating vending-machine elfin crackers of late.
Please find herein another installment of the Winter series. This is Winter 5: am i a clone?
Remember:
if you think you're a clone, you probably are.
if you think you're not a clone, you probably are.
Enjoy it... or else!
Good times, good times.
Since it had been about a year since L & I last celebrated Easter, we decided to do it again this past Sunday.
We woke early and hung with the Quakers, then ate brunch at the famous Carrol Street Cafe.
After some errands, we returned to the nunnery where we read Ouspensky and listened to Thomas DeHartman play Easter hymns on the piano.
