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Good Morning
Nov. 5th, 2018 09:03 am
Nov. 5th, 2018
In Ashford
Nov. 5th, 2018 11:33 amOn my way to Hastings to do a couple of jobs. Arrived in Ashford a few minutes and did not realise that the connecting bus to Hastings is now every two hours instead of hourly, and thus I have almost an hours wait for my next bus. Damn it!
So, I am in McDonald's, having just scoffed a Big Mac, and checking the net for other jobs this month
ASSford is not my favourite town.
So, I am in McDonald's, having just scoffed a Big Mac, and checking the net for other jobs this month
ASSford is not my favourite town.
On my way home after doing a charity shop visit in Hastings and a coffee shop visit at Tunbridge Wells Hospital in Pem bury.
It has been a very mild day and I hope tomorrow will be the same. I will be taking the day off as I will be meeting Phil for drinks later in the evening. It will be s day of reading I guess. Actually, I have finished off a couple of books recently so I will most likely post about them later.
Just Wondering
Nov. 5th, 2018 10:04 pmWhich would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house?
If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work?
Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car?
If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work?
Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car?
Book 79 - Timothy Rice "Ethnomusicology"
Nov. 5th, 2018 10:08 pmTimothy Rice "Ethnomusicology: A Very Short Introduction" (Oxford University Press)
This is quite a good introduction to the subject. t doesn't go into depths but goes over the main definitions, topics and research methods employed by Ethnomusicologists.
However, it is not a book about ethnic music or world music as such. The point is: when an academic discovers a new phenomenon he/she writes about it. Then along comes someone else and writes about it and the first writer's reception of it. Then a third person and a fourth. Eventually, you get a literature that is solely about the methodology of discussing the phenomenon, and the phenomenon itself gets ignored. Such is this book. But also it is about the academic discipline of ethnomusicology as a sub-discipline of anthropology, it is not about ethnic music. It is about the phenomenon of musicality not just from the performers' point of view, but also from the listeners'. In other words, the human being is a (possibly the only) musical animal, whether performing or consuming, and that is of anthropological/zoological interest.
Perhaps if one wanted to get to know ethnic or folk music then I would point them in the direction of Alan Lomax or Phillip V Bohlman's "World Music A Very Short Introduction" instead.
This is quite a good introduction to the subject. t doesn't go into depths but goes over the main definitions, topics and research methods employed by Ethnomusicologists.
However, it is not a book about ethnic music or world music as such. The point is: when an academic discovers a new phenomenon he/she writes about it. Then along comes someone else and writes about it and the first writer's reception of it. Then a third person and a fourth. Eventually, you get a literature that is solely about the methodology of discussing the phenomenon, and the phenomenon itself gets ignored. Such is this book. But also it is about the academic discipline of ethnomusicology as a sub-discipline of anthropology, it is not about ethnic music. It is about the phenomenon of musicality not just from the performers' point of view, but also from the listeners'. In other words, the human being is a (possibly the only) musical animal, whether performing or consuming, and that is of anthropological/zoological interest.
Perhaps if one wanted to get to know ethnic or folk music then I would point them in the direction of Alan Lomax or Phillip V Bohlman's "World Music A Very Short Introduction" instead.
Poems of The Week
Nov. 5th, 2018 11:55 pmThe Wand Coleman CD arrived - dead cheap on Amazon for just over two quid plus postage. A Wire Winner from 1991!
Poetry and jazz poetry at its best.
American Sonnet
by Wanda Coleman
boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this
umpteenth time she returns--this invisible woman
long on haunting short on ectoplasm
"you're a good man, sistuh," a lover sighed solongago.
"keep your oil slick and your motor running."
wretched stained mirrors within mirrors of
fractured webbings like nests of manic spiders
reflect her ruined mien (rue wiggles remorse
squiggles woe jiggles bestride her). oozy Manes spill
out yonder spooling in night's lofty hour exudes
her gloom and spew in rankling odor of heady dour
as she strives to retrieve flesh to cloak her bones
again to thrive to keep her poisoned id alive
usta be young usta be gifted--still black
The Saturday Afternoon Blues
Poem by Wanda Coleman
Can kill you
can fade your life away
friends are all out shopping
ain't nobody home
suicide hotline is busy
and here i am on my own
with a pill and a bottle for company
and heart full of been done wrong
i'm a candidate for the coroner, a lyric for a song
saturday afternoons are killers
when the air is brisk and warm
ol' sun he steady whispers
soon the life you know will be done
suicide line i can't get you
best friend out of town
alone with a pill and a bottle
i drink my troubles down
the man i love is a killer
the man i love is thief
the man i love is a junky
the man i love is grief
some call saturday the sabbath
it's the bottom of the line some say
whether last or first, my heart's gonna burst
and there ain't no help my way
here with a pill and a bottle
and a life full of been done wrong
i'm a candidate for the coroner, a lyric
for a song
Poetry and jazz poetry at its best.
American Sonnet
by Wanda Coleman
boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this
umpteenth time she returns--this invisible woman
long on haunting short on ectoplasm
"you're a good man, sistuh," a lover sighed solongago.
"keep your oil slick and your motor running."
wretched stained mirrors within mirrors of
fractured webbings like nests of manic spiders
reflect her ruined mien (rue wiggles remorse
squiggles woe jiggles bestride her). oozy Manes spill
out yonder spooling in night's lofty hour exudes
her gloom and spew in rankling odor of heady dour
as she strives to retrieve flesh to cloak her bones
again to thrive to keep her poisoned id alive
usta be young usta be gifted--still black
The Saturday Afternoon Blues
Poem by Wanda Coleman
Can kill you
can fade your life away
friends are all out shopping
ain't nobody home
suicide hotline is busy
and here i am on my own
with a pill and a bottle for company
and heart full of been done wrong
i'm a candidate for the coroner, a lyric for a song
saturday afternoons are killers
when the air is brisk and warm
ol' sun he steady whispers
soon the life you know will be done
suicide line i can't get you
best friend out of town
alone with a pill and a bottle
i drink my troubles down
the man i love is a killer
the man i love is thief
the man i love is a junky
the man i love is grief
some call saturday the sabbath
it's the bottom of the line some say
whether last or first, my heart's gonna burst
and there ain't no help my way
here with a pill and a bottle
and a life full of been done wrong
i'm a candidate for the coroner, a lyric
for a song
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