Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99: Wear Sunscreen.

[cyrano]

There was the most wonderful dinner tonight, porkchops and beans and rice and lovely pineapple, wonderful in two regards. Firstly, my housemate made it for me. I didn't even have to get my lazy ass off the couch. Second, it was delicious. I ate way too much of it. I must continue encouraging her viewing of The Food Channel in the future.
Tonight was Bound but I just didn't feel up to having a party. I felt like laying sprawled on the couch like a dog who's been chasing squirrels all day. I even tried reading, but it was one of the Brust novels that was written as a tribute to Alexandre Dumas, so it was way too much work and I fell asleep after a chapter or two. Sooner or later, however, I need to go and confirm my membership request. Next month, honest.
Writing about music is like dancing about architecture. I've had this phrase stuck in my head since crafty sewing night (where I cut out a form for a waistcoat, and soon will find out how radically I need to alter it) and somebody mentioned some movie that was originally titled 'Dancing About Archictecture' until the producers realised that *nobody* was going to pay to see a film named *anything* about architecture.
I need to get some more Ani diFranco. Fine time for shopping for new music, but I keep getting lyrical snippets stuck in my head.

"Maybe you don't like your job
Maybe you didn't get enough sleep
Well, nobody likes their job
Nobody got enough sleep
Maybe you just had the worst day of your life
But, you know, there's no escape and there's no excuse
So just suck up and be nice"

"Just give up and admit you're an asshole
You would be in some good company
And I think you'd find that your friends would forgive you
Or maybe I am just speaking for me"

Comments

[l2g.livejournal.com]

Playing By Heart. (Working title: Dancing About Architecture.) Not bad for a Hollywood love story kind of movie. Plus it has Gillian Anderson. Mrowr.

writing about music

[miss-friday.livejournal.com]

Now speaking in a Professional Interest.

For something that you imply is stupid and/or impossible, an awful lot has been said and will continue to be said. But the most effective writing about music is not for consumption of the great unwashed, which, unfortunately, you are part of in this case. It is for people who can read music and understand that the subtonic is not the same as the leading tone and the subdominant function can be fulfilled by the supertonic (which it often does). These individuals are few, but for them reading about music is highly stimulating and rewarding. Provided of course that the author doesn't suck, which is an entirely different kettle of fish.

In the case of the great unwashed, you are right. Why waste pearls on swine?

Re: writing about music

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Not stupid/impossible. Difficult, due to lack of proper communication. Much like explaining colour to a blind person. For somebody like yourself, I would say you're a much better dancer than I am if I wished to extend the metaphor.
I, on the other hand, don't know much about art. But I know what I like. (And I like Elvis Costello...)