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davesmusictank posted a rather nice piece of music by Johann Nepomuk Hummel earlier. And, since I am incapable of reading that name without hearing it in Michael Palin's voice - and since it was Python's 45th birthday yesterday, and I missed it - I figured that I might as well bother the rest of you with something appropriate. This is the rather excellent Decomposing Composers, from the album Monty Python Sings. One of their quieter, more reflective moments:
I bought this album when it first came out, for the 20th anniversary in 1989. On cassette, with a huge, concertina-ed inlay full of lyrics written in ant-sized print, and a very sweet dedication to Graham. At the time I was really only familiar with The Lumberjack Song and Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life. Imagine my parents' delight when I began to fill the house with the gentle strains of Every Sperm Is Sacred and Sit On My Face. I have to be quite honest and admit that I didn't realise what that latter song was about until some years afterward. I was the worst teenage rebel ever.
In other news, Starsky & Hutch grows progressively sillier. In the most recent episode, Starsky got shot in the back, so Hutch slung his arm around his neck, hauled him up, and carried him into a back room whilst yelling for clean towels and hot water. He'd been shot, Hutch. He wasn't having a baby. We'll skirt around the fact that you probably killed him just by moving him like that anyway. Then he gave Starsky his watch, told him he'd synchronised it with the one out front, and told him to cause a distraction, having completely failed to tell him when. And the episode had the worst "comedy" ending ever. It's a fun show, it really is, but those "comedy" tag scenes are driving me insane. Still, it's a lot more entertaining than Gotham, so there's that.
davesmusictank posted a rather nice piece of music by Johann Nepomuk Hummel earlier. And, since I am incapable of reading that name without hearing it in Michael Palin's voice - and since it was Python's 45th birthday yesterday, and I missed it - I figured that I might as well bother the rest of you with something appropriate. This is the rather excellent Decomposing Composers, from the album Monty Python Sings. One of their quieter, more reflective moments:I bought this album when it first came out, for the 20th anniversary in 1989. On cassette, with a huge, concertina-ed inlay full of lyrics written in ant-sized print, and a very sweet dedication to Graham. At the time I was really only familiar with The Lumberjack Song and Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life. Imagine my parents' delight when I began to fill the house with the gentle strains of Every Sperm Is Sacred and Sit On My Face. I have to be quite honest and admit that I didn't realise what that latter song was about until some years afterward. I was the worst teenage rebel ever.
In other news, Starsky & Hutch grows progressively sillier. In the most recent episode, Starsky got shot in the back, so Hutch slung his arm around his neck, hauled him up, and carried him into a back room whilst yelling for clean towels and hot water. He'd been shot, Hutch. He wasn't having a baby. We'll skirt around the fact that you probably killed him just by moving him like that anyway. Then he gave Starsky his watch, told him he'd synchronised it with the one out front, and told him to cause a distraction, having completely failed to tell him when. And the episode had the worst "comedy" ending ever. It's a fun show, it really is, but those "comedy" tag scenes are driving me insane. Still, it's a lot more entertaining than Gotham, so there's that.
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