billytea! Why does wearing an eyepatch need an orange?
Hi Cass! It's a quote from my younger brother, and the reasoning is because he would surely have become a scurvy sea-dog. Yarr.
I was listening to Boom Crash Opera earlier today and I thought of you.
This reminds me, last night my youngest brother and I stayed up last night watching old episodes of Countdown (a now-defunct Australian music program), from 1980 and 1981. So odd, listening to Molly Meldrum tout the first albums by INXS and Men At Work on a par with other bands that disappeared without trace. We had a fine time mocking early 80s fashions mercilessly.
Oh, and I saw an interview with Kate Bush about the song Babooshka. She looked and sounded like she was still a teenager. (Until they played the video clip, of course, it being number 1 that week. Number 2 was Leo Sayer's More Than I Can Say; I actually remember the two of them fighting it out for the top spot, swapping places a couple of times over a few weeks.)
I just saw a fascinating play. I Am My Own Wife is about Charlotte von Mahlsdorf, a transvestite who survived the Nazis and Communist East Germany while keeping a furniture museum and a gay nightclub in her house. I love it when I know absolutely nothing about a show before I see it.
I remember a play about a someone else who survived the Nazis by crossing dressing, but it was by Manfred Karge.
Oh, and I saw an interview with Kate Bush about the song Babooshka. She looked and sounded like she was still a teenager.
I think she would have been all of 20, maybe 22.
Hi sunil!
and hi Billytea!
Hey, BT and P-C! Good morning from rainy, rainy LA, where the natives have become surly.
Timelies to you all, good to see people checking in....
Woohoo! I'm packing as part of my migration today to Tucson (Liese! are you anywhere "near" there? I'll have A CAR!) and just discovered...
a clean t-shirt!!!
It's going to be just like coming home from college, with two suitcases full of dirty clothes....
I'm feeling like a contestant on
TAR...
must find rental car, must
drive to a remote location
along unknown highways, check in by the correct time,
feed the giraffes
(or whatever the task is ;-)), get back in car, find airport, gas up and return car, fly to Tucson, rendevous with friends, and then... pitstop, finally!
Dang, roof has spung a leak in the middle of the living room. No way the landlord can do anything about it until the rain stops, so I guess we'll have to live with it.
I'm feeling like a contestant on TAR... must find rental car, must drive to a remote location along unknown highways, check in by the correct time, feed the giraffes (or whatever the task is ;-)), get back in car, find airport, gas up and return car, fly to Tucson, rendevous with friends, and then... pitstop, finally!
You know, we were watching
The Bourne Supremacy
last night and I was thinking it's like TAR, but with more guns and death!
So am I the only person in the world that was previously unexposed to the wonders of the badger song?
Yes.
And dammit, I am totally earwormed now.
