Various and sundry items
I wrote about 600 words of a September 11th piece and realized I was “writing angry” and was going to come off as a huge jerk. In lieu of actually posting it, I’ll break it down: Lee Greenwood sucks, we’re worse off than we were 10 years ago, the Republican Party is destroying America from within, and the terrorists won.
Nobody wants to read that crap. So, spiked.
I spent September 11th at church, mostly. I’m now singing “full time” (in the sense of singing every Sunday, not working a 40-hour workweek in the choir stalls) at the church where my parents and sister sing/play. It offers a lot of cool music opportunities, so in the afternoon we sang a Requiem Mass by Sir Philip Ledger written specifically for the church a few years back. It was pretty moving, and was topped off by going to Brandywine Prime for a light supper, dragging Sarah along for a last “date” before she has another baby carved out of her on Friday. I ate too much and drank too much, all of which is to the good.
Sat in front of the TV for a bit last night to take in a little football, but discovered I couldn’t care less about the activities of the Jets and Cowboys, and also PBS was showing the New York Philharmonic playing Mahler’s 2nd Symphony, which is superduper pimp. I performed it once in college and would like to note that Mahler was a jerk: no rational musician makes the basses hit F#s and Gs, that is just redunkerous.
WHYY apparently had the rookies at the controls, though, because a few minutes into the last movement, the TV inexplicably cut to commercials (on a public TV station, no less). Eventually the music came back on, after we’d missed several minutes of high quality German romanticism. During that time, I may have accidentally tweeted that WHYY should suck it. I stand by my statement.
I hope everyone had a restful weekend, devoid of airplane tragedies and Lee Greenwood songs. I’ll come up with something more substantive later in the week, and were I you, I would expect to see pictures of a new offspring come Friday, if we come up with a name for him.
