Friday, 29 February 2008

Some person in authority -- I don't know who -- very likely the astronomer royal

"... has decided that,
although for such a beastly month as February,
twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,

One year in every four
its days shall be reckoned as
nine and twenty."
-- The Pirate King, The Pirates of Penzance

Happy leap day, everyone. Use it wisely, it doesn't come around all that often.

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

Two points if you get to the fire assembly point

Monday, 25 February 2008

American politics, putting-words-in-mouth summary

Obama: Change!
McCain: War!
Clinton: A little bit of change, a little bit of war.

Honestly, I can find nothing more interesting to say about the situation. Soooo.... how 'bout them Oscars?

Monday, 18 February 2008

I sing the body prepubescent

If &c stands for "et cetera", is P&erc the lead singer from Chicago?

I admit to loving the man's voice. Whilst I do not necessarily celebrate his entire catalogue, it's true that my possibly most embarrassing record purchase of all time is the Peter Cetera and Amy Grant (yes, that Amy Grant) duet "The Next Time I Fall". Oh, I fell for that dreamy voice, alright.

See, it used to be cool for men to sound like girls. The best days of my singing career were when I was a soprano, belting 'em out with the Santa Rosa Children's Chorus. I thought those days would never end. But end they did, and now I test the lows of Johnny Cash rather than the highs of Toto -- gonna take some time to do the things we never had, indeed (by the way, that never made much sense, grammatically or otherwise, but it was admittedly the '80s).

Another tune I could do before becoming spotty (and my word, did I become spotty) was "O Holy Night". Fall on your kn-kn-kn-kn-knees, knees, could I sing the mother-loving heck out of that song. Sure, I may not have looked like an angel, but the lord knows his own.

This talent had its downside, too. I spent an entire summer vacation listening to the Beach Boys on my Walkman knockoff (I still recall how there was a skip in "Catch a Wave" from the original transfer off LP and to this day am startled when I hear the song and it's not there). I was fascinated by the harmonies, which, as a soprano, I was eminently qualified to perform, and I did not fail to do so, much to the chagrin of my hearing-aid wearing grandmother, for whom the unintelligible high-pitched tones emanating from her headphone-wearing descendant were probably as fingernails on a chalkboard. At the time, though, I just remember not understanding why anyone could find the beautiful music obnoxious, even if they could only hear my interpretation of the high harmony part.