Honestly, Cor, doing a gig of nothing but Pynchon songs would pack a house in Austin.

That's a great idea! Our current cover project is working out the first side of The Who Sell Out, commercials and all, with the Distant Seconds (two of whom were in that Kinks cover band I used to play in). We're all playing at a Who Hoot night next month. My band is taking "Armenia, City In The Sky" and "I Can See For Miles". Up for grabs are "Tattoo" and "Our Love Was".

Up for grabs are "Tattoo" and "Our Love Was".

Somebody should do "Early Morning, Cold Taxi." The only decent song Roger ever wrote. Speaking of non-Pete songs, I'd love to see you singing "My Wife." Preferably with your wife and Sphere in the audience.

(two of whom were in that Kinks cover band I used to play in).

Incidentally, in SF there's an all-female Kinks cover band. The Minks.

No love for Notes About The Typeface?

Everyone should embrace the colophon.

Everyone should embrace the colophon.

::squeezes midsection::

::no, wait that's my colon::

::which if resected would be Teppy's reason for living::

"Excuse me, Mrs. Robinson. I have to be going now. This conversation's getting a little strange."

I read Animal Farm early enough that I had no idea what the metaphor was, but it was the most upsetting fucking book I'd ever read.

Somebody should do "Early Morning, Cold Taxi." The only decent song Roger ever wrote.

That is a good song. We don't have the wherewithal or time limit to go past side one, though, especially into the bonus tracks.

Speaking of non-Pete songs, I'd love to see you singing "My Wife." Preferably with your wife and Sphere in the audience.

Now you're just trying to get me in trouble.

OT: The Job discussion at the end of the last natter thread made me hope that David Maine will take that story on for his next Biblical novel.

I think Boxer's fate was supposed get an emotional response, though.

When I was young, like five or six, the film version broke me. I was inconsolable for hours at home afterwards, then we went to visit my cousins and I spent my time there relating what happened to Boxer and sobbing. I can remember being exhausted from crying.

I think that George Orwell's writing philosophy was like Brecht's-- to incite action rather than emotion.

Isn't the incitement to action the emotional response they've prodded you for though?

Isn't the incitement to action the emotional response they've prodded you for though?

I always think that, and my teachers always sort of argued with me. Although I am not so sure how much action I could take as a blubbering mess!

My thing with Brecht (and I think I may have spoken about it here before which would be embarrassing: "Hey, do you wanna hear my one deep thought again?") is that he was a better artist than polemicist or theorist. He himself was unable to write plays that met his own criteria for what a play should be; he tried to create a slew of characters that were rigged for an audience's disdain and still, people liked them. So, he goes and rewrites the material to make the characters less complex. I mean, when you're chopping lumps of the more sophisticated storytelling from your work, it's time to devote yourself full-time to pamphlets.