10:29 AM
@Mithical , how your ear (both figuratively and literally) is connected to shared experience (both emotional and sensory)!
(yeh yeah, other qualities too but you overwhelm me the above in a way that helps the most)
@Randal'Thor , this room has survived thanks to you! You and @Mithical, along with so many others that i sometimes feel a little too safe, give a good name to moderatoration.
@manshu , i have a powerfully intimidating skull. Each time someone sees it again after a few years,,, the same question: "What are those new scars?" My frontispiece is like The Illustrated Man but they're not tattoos.
The Illustrated Man is a 1951 collection of eighteen science fiction short stories by American writer Ray Bradbury. A recurring theme throughout the eighteen stories is the conflict of the cold mechanics of technology and the psychology of people. It was nominated for the International Fantasy Award in 1952.The unrelated stories are tied together by the frame story of "The Illustrated Man", a vagrant former member of a carnival freak show with an extensively tattooed body whom the unnamed narrator meets. The man's tattoos, allegedly created by a time-traveling woman, are individually animated,...
Maybe my scars are tattoos in a somewhat etymological sense. Would be nice to think of them as the drumbeat of reality.
However each is a sign of cumulative brain damage. And that's where the other scarily unfair part comes in. My tissue heals in ways that prevent me from learning the hard way quickly enough to avoid the next lesson.
^ my sidewalk buddy, on my sidewalk, who helped load me into an ambulance or two.
His explanation: "Rock'em'Sock'em's head is in love with the pavement"
(In my defense, the only time i've stayed down is when it was self inflicted. When i didn't stay down it scared my random assailants. Sidewalk dwellers sometimes freak out and who doesn't?! When it was self inflicted it scared those who care.)
All the clues are there but the final might be in polar form and, hopefully, look nothing like this.
And that is what returning from comas continues to be for yours truly.
Sooner or later it makes some sense but until then it's just a bunch of details.
^ oy, the last round of brain damage did some good, and this is not von Munchausen hyperbole, it snapped the connection between uncertainty and panic. I would've never allowed the above sausage-factory.png to be seen publicly without sweating a river.
Voi voi voi, a lot of what i've been sweating here belongs in The Awkward Silence chat room, but they couldn't handle a truly awkward person not being silent and told me to stuff it. More than once. Howzat4@?!?
One of the favorite topics on my (our!) sidewalks is music. We're always quizzing about this and that song. Part of the fun is making each other believe we remember a specific one, when it comes down to that.
One sidewalk troubador is a NASA long-timer by day, the only one who can bring my euphoniumist out in public.
Another sidewalk troubador is truly troubled but brings out the best in everyone.
When i passed in next to that one we compared scars and then instruments. It ain't fair! Their scars are from disease and the dang had some misgivings about their guitar.
Their disease fortunately(!) isn't terminal and now they play a guitar i'd been storing for a professional long enough to give it away.
^ also, that last video, please skip past the interview foreplay to 2:48 and please don't mind the distorted recording artifacts
and please enjoy the deliberate distortion throughout!
(^ up there) Gotta hope nobody other than this troubled troubador realizes they could pawn that guitar for a fortune compared to what passersby drop in appreciation. Truly, that troubledador sounded great on the previous guitar but apparently it needed too many diaper changes (retunings) to get through a piece of music.
(For the record, they weren't pat pieces of music. This t.t. found places to play where the acoustics are cathedral and they chose to play whatever rhythms and notes worked with those acoustics.)
without obvious apologies, this is the classic phonograph version, and the video, please no social commentary:
(social commentary:) Nonetheless, talent on display. Among others anonymously, Lena Horne.
v this was meant to follow "Sing Sing Sing":
time out for free association:
. . . and every now and then YouTube comes through with a suggested link:
. . . and every now and then the consistenly great music on Fridays show reminds of a hit among the misses on Saturday Night Live:
^ Read for the articles and watch for the short shorts but listen for the musical distortion.
^ and (out of imperative verbs) for the vocal clarity!
^ and notice that both quitars have inverted tuning-peg apparati (which has no musical advantage only curiosity known to scientists)
. . . more free association:
uuuuu, in my present shelter it's donated headphones only. sure makes me want to play louder and louder stuff.
