When the Music’s Over? Good Vibrations…

Prog on definitive sounds and GaryK30 is awe-struck by Beethoven

Musical discussion at Frank’s place today

*I know, Clicky! Do you reckon Jezza Clarkson got a vibe with the selection of that image? I’d posted my hand-made version in both the Red and Blue Universes… Shit! have you clocked the times on each of those posts? 17/07/15 at 1.37pm and July 23rd 2015 at 7.31pm… Mirror Franks, MIrror 137 timings. Cllcky… /fingers tremble… I had no fucking idea I’d done that…*

*I didn’t say you did… /squint…*

Prog’s post and GaryK30’s reply prompted me to look up Beethoven because he was deaf…

A large collection of Beethoven’s hearing aids, such as a special ear horn, can be viewed at the Beethoven House Museum in Bonn, Germany. Despite his obvious distress, Czerny remarked that Beethoven could still hear speech and music normally until 1812.[50] Around 1814 however, by the age of 44, Beethoven was almost totally deaf, and when a group of visitors saw him play a loud arpeggio of thundering bass notes at his piano remarking, “Ist es nicht schön?” (Is it not beautiful?), they felt deep sympathy considering his courage and sense of humor (he lost the ability to hear higher frequencies first).[51]

As a result of Beethoven’s hearing loss, his conversation books are an unusually rich written resource. Used primarily in the last ten or so years of his life, his friends wrote in these books so that he could know what they were saying, and he then responded either orally or in the book. The books contain discussions about music and other matters, and give insights into Beethoven’s thinking; they are a source for investigations into how he intended his music should be performed, and also his perception of his relationship to art. Out of a total of 400 conversation books, it has been suggested that 264 were destroyed (and others were altered) after Beethoven’s death by Anton Schindler, who wished only an idealised biography of the composer to survive.[52] However, Theodore Albrecht contests the verity of Schindler’s destruction of a large number of conversation books.[53]

*Just like the comment threads we frequent to converse in, eh, Clicky? It’s literally like I can hear their voices…* 😉

There is a film, called ‘Good Vibrations‘.  It is about the power of music. Shiny recommended I watch it and I’m so glad because I witnessed a man have an epiphany, well several…

https://youtu.be/YTGrGde7G68

*Oh bugger! Is that the time. Thanks Clicky… early start in London tomorrow. Damn! I was just getting into my stride… I’ll pick it up tomorrow…*

An Anti-Anti Anthem: Corrupting Lyrics

I thought I’d have a go at creating an Anti-Anti Anthem by corrupting some song lyrics…

*Aww… that’s cute Clicky. Yes it was at Leggy and Broken Girl’s gaff that I’d seen it done before *

Now this may come as shock to some people but I am a smoker…

…And I’m getting a tinsey bit fed up with antics of the capnophobes in public life trying to control my life with their incessant demands, backed by lies and wishful thinking. I wondered if other smokers were feeling the same way. What’s needed is a song…

This is a first attempt at corruption… constructive criticism in the comments is always welcome 😉

lyrics

Let’s Play …

Let's Play

I had just finished watching a fascinating (and gripping) battle between 40 BARRS and C-ASH in QOTR, when Kit Bisto sauntered into the Library. “Guess who I am.”

I eyed him carefully; he eyed me back through ragged slits for eyes. My young assistant is fond of dressing up and playing the “Who am I?” game. This time he was wearing my Russian hat, a gift from a trip abroad and the cut off leg from some trackie bottoms.  “I don’t know, some sort of Russian terrorist?”.

“No. Do you want a clue?” He picked up my packet of cigarettes, another gift from abroad.

£3.78

“Some sort of dictator?” He pointed to what I think was his nose, I was getting warmer. He turned the packet round and ran his finger along the brand name.

Gift from Abroad

*Clicky, Did you know, there were 20 cigarettes in that pack, compared to just 18 in a pack bought in the UK?*

“Sterling?”. It took me a couple of seconds to catch on…

https://youtu.be/DOzYT4lcXuM

*Aww Clicky… chosen for our friend Joe Public? He does like our posts…*

Kitten cocked his finger and thumb into a makeshift gun and took aim. “Boom!”. He flourished a pack of cards, apparently well hidden up his sleeve. “Want to play Blackjack?”.

I really should know better by now than to play games with boy that will not be beat

*Thanks for the song, Clicky, there was quite a bit of ‘hit me’… /rolls eyes*

Sterling Silver Lining’s Playbook …

Sterling Front (1)

*I know, Clicky, that’s a huge sign… /lights up …*

This, Dear Reader, is a story of LoL Assistant Kit Bisto

*I know, five fingers… /drags… who’d have funk it …*

…And the deal he and I struck one day in the kitchen. I’ve mentioned the story before

Roobee Selfie at Frank Davis gaff

…but two things happened yesterday. First I read a news story about a mother and teenage son ‘contract‘…

Chase,

You may see Pitch Perfect 2 under these conditions: By Wednesday you will deliver to me a two-page essay which will be your response to the movie. Your response will answer the following questions:

1. What is this movie’s message about sex?

2. What is this movie’s message about women’s bodies? (In particular about being overweight? Are any of these messages sexist?)

3. Is there any racism in this movie? What scenes?

4. Are there any messages in this movie about love, friendships, or careers that are positive?

5. Would you recommend this movie to your sisters? Why or why not?

So, you can see this movie- but only as a critic, not as a blind consumer. You in?

Love, Mama

*Five questions and 8 questions marks, does seem a tad demanding but, Clicky, don’t judge; the woman knows her son. Plus he’s a teenager … Kit Kat was just a kitten in primary school at the time of our deal …*

The Setting

A kitchen in a terraced house, somewhere in Essex.

Mum, a woman in her early 40s, is standing at the sink, washing up up dishes and staring out of a window at the garden beyond. Kit, a boy of 7 or 8 dressed in school uniform, enters the kitchen and kicks at a cupboard door.

Kit       Arghhhh!

Mum   Kitten! What’s wrong?

Kit       (dramatic sigh) I hate smoking!

Mum dries her hands on a tea-towel and turns to Kit. She reaches over, gently pulls him to her and strokes his hair.

Mum   But you don’t smoke, Kit. You’re not old enough.

Kit       Smoking kills.

Mum   Did you learn that in school today?

Kit       Assembly

Mum    Are you worried because mummy smokes?

Kit       (nods) I wish it would go away…

Mum    Kit. I choose to smoke because I like it. (pulls away to look at his face) Besides, I’ve read a lot about smoking and I don’t believe it kills.

Kit        But, school said…

Mum     Kitty. School has to teach you that. I’m sure your teachers haven’t looked into it as much as I have.  Some people that really don’t like smoking got the government to tell your school to tell you smoking kills. They wish it could go away, too. (rubs chin) It’s like those people that don’t like video games…

Kit         Video games?

Mum      Yes. Some people would like to see video games banned because they might turn you into a bad person who hurts or kills people.  If they banned video games I would have to stop you playing…

Kit           What?!

Mum       Honestly Kit, I’ve looked into video games as well as smoking. I don’t think you’ll turn into a bad person because I let you play them. You’re not a bad person are you?

Kit           No.

Mum       No, of course you’re not. Look, I’ll tell you what (pauses) Let’s make a deal… I won’t let them bully me about your playing video games and you don’t let them bully you about my smoking. Deal?

Kit            Okay, deal.

*Oh, the second thing that happened yesterday … Ha ha, um … Kit handed me some ‘Sterlings’ …*

Sterling Back*… in fact he insisted on staying and watching the second one with me …*

*…/holds sides… Honestly, Clicky, I’ve still got a stitch from last night’s laughing … Fuck it. I’m gonna click it again. I swear that boy is a genius sometimes … Go on, give our readers a song …*