The halo, as seen in news pics of politicos, has been commented upon in these pages before. This would appear to be the post-modern culmination of the art.
THE LAST STIFF COMPILATION…UNTIL
THE LAST STIFF COMPILATION…UNTIL THE NEXT ONE.
Picked this up at Duroc Records in 1980, who knows where it is now. Listened to it over and over and over and over and over and over again. I think I must have grabbed Red Snerts the same day.
It did not really turn out to be a roadmap to the future of rock and pop, but it did lay ground work for a broad ear leaning to quirky stuff. Really looking forward to hearing it again, in the order decreed by Stiff.
love
Not again
Red
Beyond the Red Line, FreeSpace-derived fan-dev BSG space shooter. (!)
Knuckles
I have been rummaging through my computer and digital detritus of late – there is a lot – and was happily able to restore Viv’s iPod to full functionality. Taking advantage of this today as I mowed the lawn, I amused myself by bending an ear to the last BKB thing I worked on, a live demo CD of 13 songs I put together as a booking tool.
To my amusement, I chose to kick off the CD with two songs that feature, well, um… me on lead mandolin, no guitar in sight, on stage, or recorded. I’m sure that had nothing whatsoever to do with my decision, as I practice impartiality in all things.
As do you.
Hard
Hard Light, information about the abandonware game FreeSpace.
Water
I am loving this rain. Supposedly we’re in for 23 mph winds later – man, I hope so. The air is still not clean from the heat wave this weekend.
Vested
Finally getting around to watching the third and final season of Deadwood, loving it as much as the initial two runs.
I was startled to note that the vest worn by Hearst in the scenes where he is placed under arrest by Sheriff Bullock is a near match to one of my antiques. Pausing the show and rushing down to the basement, I was surprised to note several things about the piece that had escaped me previously:
– a name, presumably the comissioning owner, is crow quilled into the inside of the right cinch belt in time-reddened india ink, “C. SCOLA.”
– a cleaner’s or tailor’s tag has been whip stitched on the outside of same: “07 96,” it seems to read.
– nearly all the fabric is silk, save the decorative front-casing of mauve and blue chalkstriped yellow cloth
– there is an unhemmed flap at the root of the interior of the right cinch belt with a clearly visible ink blot and the numerals 08 in what appears to be fine black Sharpie. Just under them is an illegible and very finely drawn inscription, much lighter and fainter than the “C. SCOLA” but sharing the reddened tone of century old ink.
– the buttons are all true mother-of-pearl, with shaping irregularities and visible layering
There are divers stains and wear marks as well, such as a right-angled corner hole on the interior lining corresponding to the right lower front pocket, just where I would carry a lighter if I were to wear the garment as a smoker for any length of time.
Overall, the fabric remains supple, alive to the touch.
My guess is that whipstitching is the maker’s initial delivery date – July, 1896.
Snap
Just now, as I was eating a small snack (cold edamame, if you must know) when I heard and felt an unexpected SNAP in my throat, at the level of my larynx. It coincided with swallowing, and now my entire throat os extremely sore with the pain concentrated at the prow of my larynx. My jaw muscles have also begun to alternate aches with shooting pains, and the act of swallowing is now very painful.
I can still talk, happily.
The ‘snap’ had something of the quality of popping one’s back or cracking a knuckle.