a fool in the forest

Epigraphs

  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
        forest,
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
        terms,
    In good set terms and yet a motley
        fool.

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards
        familiers.

    Les Fleurs du Mal,
    “Correspondances”

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7


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February 28, 2008

Music for Money, Symphonic Division
[with special guest: Leopold!]

Gimme a country where I can be free;
Don't need the unions buryin' me.
Keep me in exile the rest of my days,
Burn me in hell, but as long as it pays:

Art for art's sake;
Money for God's sake . . . .

-- 10cc, "Art For Art's Sake" (1975)

Tim Cavanaugh, writing on the Opinion L.A. weblog earlier this week, posted an odd little item drawing on a 2005 survey that purported to identify the ten most financially successful orchestral composers.

George Gershwin, the sole American, heads up the list -- which is unsurprising but seems slightly unfair, given that his financial success was much more dependent on his masterful popular songs than on, say, the Concerto in F.  Italians are well represented (Verdi, Rossini, Puccini and Paganini all make it) as are Germans/Austrians (Johann Strauss, Handel, Haydn) and Russians (Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff).  The French are shut out.

Cavanaugh notes the survey not for aesthetic reasons but for the light it may shed on relations between free markets and classical music:

Why is this interesting (to me at any rate)?  Because longhair music is pretty much universally recognized as an art form that can't compete in an open market and must be supported through royal or (these days) public patronage.  Yet this list is remarkable for the lack of patronage its members enjoyed.  All but two of the composers on the list date to the industrial revolution or afterward, and the two who came earlier than that — Haydn and Handel — did plenty of lucrative for-profit work in Britain, which boasted the most liberal economy in Europe.  Verdi, Rossini and Puccini were all piece-work producers who were less interested in pleasing the royal ear than in filling up the house with paying customers.  Paganini and 'Waltz King' Strauss were expert self-promoters and brand builders, Rachmaninoff made much of his fortune on recordings and performances, and Gershwin made it to the top of the list strictly by producing music for a large popular audience.  I'm not sure he ever got a dime of public support.

More interesting to me than the libertarian economics is Cavanaugh's use of "longhair" to refer to Western classical music.  That was formerly a settled usage -- hifalutin' intellectuals had a reputation for flowing locks by the mid-19th century, and the term's specifically American use in connection with classical music seems to have originated in the 1930s -- but it fell out of fashion by the 1960's when long hair on men became a token of being one of Those Dirty Hippies who didn't much care for the classics but have since grown up and taken over the government.

So, harking back to that older usage, do I need any further excuse to offer up "Long-Haired Hare," a short documentary that takes us behind the scenes of Bugs Bunny's famous appearance with the Los Angeles Philharmonic during the 1948 Hollywood Bowl season?  No, indeed I do not:

February 26, 2008

Why Save Face When You Can Sleeveface?

Sleeveface
[slēvˈ fās] (verb) --
one or more persons obscuring or augmenting any part of their body or bodies with record sleeve(s) causing an illusion;
in French: "pochettes de disques à face humaine"

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Illustrative Examples of the Genre

Here's one my lady wife may appreciate:

Sleeveface_olivia

She may also enjoy this appropriation of Mr. B. Manilow.

Here's one for Rick:

Sleeveface_crimson

You can see that this technique works somewhat better with real 12" LP covers than with CD packaging.

And here's one that may tickle the fancy of Miz Cowtown Pattie and others of the Texan persuasion:

Sleeveface_willlie

The pigtails are a particularly nice touch.

Many many many more examples can be seen via the flickr Sleeveface Pool.   

Sleeveface weblog link via Stereogum, which helpfully observes that

. . . sleeveface is really difficult to do with illegal MP3s.  Legal ones too, actually.

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Photo credits:
Olivia Newton John, Physical, by flickr user jeanieforever;
King Crimson, In the Court of the Crimson King, by flickr user
Leo Reynolds;
Willie Nelson, Greatest Hits, by flickr user unsure shot
All photos used under Creative Commons license.

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UPDATE [030608]
: A fine French selection of sleeveface, via escapegrace.

February 06, 2008

From the Annals of Unfortunate Headlines

The_locomotive_by_noodleoodle

From the front page of yesterday's Glendale News Press:

Schools suspend beef from menu

Concerned Citizen's Thought Number 1

  • Is this safe?  Wouldn't metal hooks be more reliable?

Concerned Citizen's Thought Number 2

  • So now our precious art education dollars are being squandered on Damien Hirst knockoffs?

Still, as unfortunate headlines go, it doesn't really compare to this one.

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Illustration: "The Locomotive" by noodleoodle, via Flickr; used under Creative Commons license.

January 10, 2008

"I was pierced lazily
By the lovers of the sea
Sucking mildly on the dumbfound horses"

Your results may -- nay, will -- vary.

Via Contemporary Poetry Review via Thomas Disch, whose About the Size of It is reviewed in the current issue.

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December 08, 2007

Jeu du Vivre

Those horrid, horrid Europeans, blithely playing games with human life!

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TETRIS video found while search Dailymotion for something altogether different.

My lady wife has been heard to complain that I post too many videos to this weblog.   As an old Tetris fan herself, I hope she will make allowances for this one.

"The true object of all human life is play. "
    --G. K. Chesterton

October 18, 2007

The Los Angeles Times, Channeling Johnny Cash...

. . . finds a few too many boys named Sue.

Do we need any other excuse?  Take it away, Johnny!

[Credit where due: although the song is permanently associated with the Man in Black, it was written by the great Shel Silverstein.]

May 08, 2007

"The dog that previously didn't bark now wouldn't hunt"

It's a good thing George Orwell is dead, because this might kill him.

April 30, 2007

No Exit

Adventures_in_design

[Original AP photo via the Los Angeles Times.]

April 16, 2007

Imus in Wonder Land

It's all the penguins' fault.  The whole Don Imus business was not a subject that was ever going to show up on this weblog but for my having had the mixed fortune this past Saturday night of watching George Miller's Happy Feet

As anyone knows who has seen that film, or its trailers, one of the central scenes is built around Stevie Wonder's "I Wish" (from his 1976 double album Songs in the Key of Life), and "I Wish" includes, in the second line of its first verse, one half of the epithet that resulted in such trouble for Don Imus.  Stevie Wonder's use of the term is, unlike that of Don Imus, clearly free of negative connotation; if anything, Wonder wraps it in warm waves of nostalgia.

The conjunction of current events, dancing penguins, and one of those tunes that you just can't get out of your head [MIDI link] has left me no choice: I simply had to take a run at crafting new, topical lyrics for Wonder's classic. 

Unlike some of my earlier forays in to topical light verse in which I have expressed my own opinions, this is a character piece: it is the imagined plaint of the fallen celebrity himself -- only funkier.  With apologies to the great and beloved Stevie, sing it if you know it:

I Mus’

Lookin’ back on when I
called those ladies “nappy-headed ho’s”
Causin’ such a rash o’
trouble to come knockin’ at my do’
I said "I was jokin’,
I didn’t mean a thing"
Never once suspectin’
the headaches it would bring

Howls for retribution
loudest from some former guests o’ mine
Critics all come pushin’
seein’ who can be the first in line
I said I was sorry,
tried to apologize
But that didn’t stop 'em
from whoopin’ my behind

Chorus:

I mus’ be fired
They’ve
Taken ‘way my show,
I wish my show
Would
Come back once more.
I mus’ be fired
They’ve
Taken ‘way my show,
I wish my job
Would
Come back once more
    Oh, I miss it so
    [d’doo, d’doo, d’doo-d’doo-d’doot-doot-doo…]

If I'd just been thinkin'
I'd have known enough to shush my mouth
[you nasty boy!]
Now I'm off the airwaves

in the north and east and west and south
It's so low and stupid
I see I was a fool
But when I was sayin' it
it made me feel so cool,

Chorus:

I mus’ be dim

Darned
Dumb don'cha know,
To say such things
And
Cost myself my show.
I mus’ be fired
They’ve
Taken ‘way my show,
I wish my job
Would
Come back once more...

Fade out.

P.S., Happy Feet?  A strangely and deeply unsatisfying film.  The more I think about it, the less I like it.  Even its many technical high points decline upon reflection.  And I say that as an admirer of George Miller, a big fan of Road Warrior, and one who thinks that the late Gene Siskel's finest hour may have been when he declared Babe: Pig in the City the best film of 1998.  These penguins' Academy Award serves to prove once again that you should never trust the judgment of show people.

April 09, 2007

Ursus Pugilisticus
[for Harry in Portland]

I'm stark naked, but I don't care
I'm going off into the woods, I'm huntin' bare

    -- Bob Dylan, "Honest With Me" [Love & Theft, 2001]

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This is several years old, but reliably amusing and a favorite of a Friend to the North:

As I first discovered while preparing this post, there is a sequel.  Not quite so amusing, naturally, given that the element of surprise has been spoiled:

No ehgles were harmed in making these films.