THE FUN OF HALLOWEEN

It brushed the airwaves from John Carroll University's radio station about 2 weeks ago. It caught me on the road. For no reason at all, I enjoy it. Not so much the video but the music and imagery. Share and enjoy.

LATIN QUARTER

I bought some headphones from Amazon and it makes a difference to us bloggers-after-dark who lurk, quietly, listening to very loud music late into the night.

PLAYING AROUND

Too good. H/t Theo.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST

THE DAY OF IMAGES AND THUNDER

It's coming up on Monday. They are going to use radio tomography to peer into things beyond the sight of mere mortals. Still, and for all that, that album by Paul Simon rules. That man came out of Africa with a legendary music trove.

One needn't stir to correct me on any of this. It is part of who I am. I made up most of the lyrics to just about any song you ever heard.

TONIGHT I WENT LOOKING

I live after dark. I always have. I have an infinite number of flashlights because I also like to read, after dark. I went looking for someone I had not heard for almost 30 years tonight. I was curious. What happened to her? I did not like her and I did not share her philosophy but she did have, like another nameless woman, who had a good voice, a remarkably good voice. Joan and Sinead had wonderful voices. Oh, drat. I named them.

For no particular reason, I wondered, what ever happened to that horrible person and so I googled. I haven't heard her voice since I left Solana Beach in 2001. She vanished. And I saw in the news just now that a good man had stepped into the clearing at the end of the path while I wasn't paying attention.  I kind of thought Spock was good for a lifetime.

Sinead, kind of like a butterfly. When you hear the music though, .... it was good.

If you tossed in Madonna, it was like walking on the Great Plains, in the rain, in a towering thunderstorm OK, and Nena.  The San Diego rats in my garage ate my Bridge Coat but the echoes linger of walking off the Newport Naval Base in that coat to find dinner at Mama Leones after the base closed on account of snow and listening, on my walkman to Paris is Calling by Debra Harry.

The music is the stamp of our times. All of us have our own. Talk to me later about Aha while walking down the Champs Elysee in the Spring of the year of 1985.

CALIPHATE

Did you ever notice how caliphate ends in hate? I dropped my love off at the airport at 0400 today and came home listening to the Pastoral, Symphony No. 6 by Beethoven. If you've never stopped to listen to the music of the Empires that withstood the last Caliphate, it is well worth your time. Can you even imagine the muslims of our time creating something as beautiful as a symphony? I understand that their next target is Byzantium, again. They'll probably take it with no effort at all and then move on to attack Vienna by Christmas.

You know what Austria? You better arm yourself. There's no King of Poland to save you this time.

DUET DE MODERNE

For my love,

had you wanted to hear the words, and why? We shall carry on. Duet de moderne.