I wanna try something that I never had; Look out world, I’m about to be bad
Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 07:53 pmSo, the day-job. Busy today, in a non-frenzied way. I had, alas, hoped to have time to write some correspondence, so I could write fiction when I came home. Alas, no correspondence written at work, so — no Ghost Ship words at home.
Man, I need a wife.
Have I mentioned here that I subscribed to Pandora and set up Radio Rolanni? The mix of music is, um, eclectic. Today, I not only heard “Bad” by Kristy MacColl, immortalized in the title, but two different versions of “Night on Bald Mountain.”
The repeat didn’t bother me; I like “Night on Bald Mountain.” What was. . .interesting was a point of execution.
For those who don’t know the story, there is a “witches sabbath” taking place on Bald Mountain, and it’s just as noisy and as raucous as you’d imagine, what with the demons, and the rum, and the demon rum, and the karaoke, and kids today, where will it all end? At one point during the night, a church bell suddenly sounds, and the whole party falls Dead. Silent. as if the witches and their demon dates are looking over their shoulders for Mom, or maybe the Yeti, before they resume their revelries.
In today’s first version, which was done by a Russian orchestra of some flavor, the church bell is like the silver tone you might get from a bell on the harness of an elf lord’s mount, so impossibly frail and distant that the party on the mountain couldn’t possibly have heard it. The fact that they did, and for a moment stopped, was. . .unexpectedly moving.
The day’s second offering was from the Chicago Orchestra. Their church bell sounded like an axe. No way you’re missing that baby, it don’t matter how high you got the karaoke box dialed. And it was not as moving. In Chicago, the church is a contender — a player. In Russia, it’s a pretty fantasy, regarded, perhaps, for the memory of its power, which is now fading.
So, that’s what I got today. Tomorrow is more day-job, then a three-day weekend. Monday, I start back full-time. Maybe I’ll have a writing blitz on the weekend and finish that first draft.
It could happen.
Maybe.
Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.
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Date: 2010-08-26 01:30 am (UTC)Would you be willing to share the link? (To do so, log into Pandora, click on "Your profile", click on the station name to go to the page for the station, and then in the upper right hand corner it says: "To share this station, send your friends this URL:
http://www.pandora.com/?sc=longstringofalphanumerics")
Good luck with the blitz!
Radio Rolanni
Date: 2010-08-26 02:17 am (UTC)Tuning in to Rolanni is opening up all manner of new things for me. Because of your report, I tried online bill-pay. Color me embarrassed at how simple it was, as reported, and why hadn't I been doing this simple little thing for years?
So, thank you very much for sharing your experiences. You are most appreciated.
Barb in Bandon
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Date: 2010-08-26 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-26 04:52 am (UTC)--Susan
Night on Bald Mountain
Date: 2010-08-26 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-26 10:36 am (UTC)She lives on.
(Now I'm going to have to investigate Pandora... RR sounds like my sort of eclectic mix!)
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Date: 2010-08-26 10:38 am (UTC)Re: Night on Bald Mountain
Date: 2010-08-26 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-26 12:03 pm (UTC)Re: Radio Rolanni
Date: 2010-08-26 12:36 pm (UTC)Re: Night on Bald Mountain
Date: 2010-08-26 12:38 pm (UTC)The bells, the bells (as I clutch my head)
Date: 2010-08-26 07:47 pm (UTC)picturing a Wise Guy swinging a hand bell like it was a
switchblade.
At the bookstore, I stream a variety of radio stations through iTunes radio. FolkAlley and GrassyHill are favorites but the local
NPR stations are fun, too. The NPR website also has some amazing
stories, song samples and whole concerts. They'll offer up a whole
album the last week before it releases. My latest favorite was the
Marsalis Family's release. We truly live in wonderful times.
Lauretta@ConstellationBooks, who wants her own personal Bunter or
Jeeves. I think Bunter was a better cook but Jeeves was better at
hangover remedies.
Eagles over the Kennebec header -- the gingko leaves
Date: 2010-08-28 10:35 am (UTC)Once I knew a poem about them -- something about the fact that they drop their leaves in a shower of gold, the poet suggests, at the word of some invisible authority saying "Go!"
Kathy
Re: Eagles over the Kennebec header -- the gingko leaves
Date: 2010-08-28 04:25 pm (UTC)I haven't, to my knowledge, ever met a gingko tree in the bark. I hope the fallen leaves aren't smelly!
Re: Eagles over the Kennebec header -- the gingko leaves
Date: 2010-08-30 03:26 am (UTC)