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Dulltown, UK: Today's quotation is from Vladimir Nabokov's short 1957 novel, Pnin, which I am currently reading:
'...the Clementses felt dejected, apprehensive, and lonely in their nice old draughty house that now seemed to hang about them like the flabby skin and flapping clothes of some fool who had gone and lost a third of his weight.'
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Excuses for being late. No. 496.
I'm sorry I'm late, but I decided that I ought to move my goalposts.
A single overheard remark:
'Tiger Lilly! Hold on to the end of the bloody pram!... Now!...'
Yes, I've decided to be a proper surrealist, but only on Tuesdays...
There are far too many cameras in the world, I reckon.
Have you noticed, dear reader, how the art of photography has gone down the drain over the last few years? Even the 'professional' famous photographers, can't compose a good, engaging, interesting, picture to save their lives! Anything will do, now. Don't people bother looking and thinking any more?
Hey, you! Yes you!... You might even try to get the bloody horizon horizontal in the picture, you buffoon!... Ha!...
'Him...'
'Eh?...'
'Him, over there, with the guitar...'
'Oh'?
'You know him, don't you'?
'Oh, yes, I suppose...'
'How is his playing'?
'Oh, he's a great one for his insipid voice, his uninteresting chords, and his unusually quiet strumming...'
'Ah... I see.'
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See, the Sex pistols.
People, and history, seem to be saying that back in those times they were new, and wonderful, refreshing, and a 'real game changer' for popular music. When I first heard that there was this new trend bubbling up, with rough sounding stuff, and outlandishness, and musical radical change was from the young people of that time, I was fairly excited by the idea! I had always liked the idea of new and strange music and words! I thought the idea sounded great!
It wasn't, of course. The Pistol's tunes and lyrics, were really pretty well-tried, and ordinary, nothing new there - it had all been done before, but a little bit more quietly with less shouting and gurning. No, I'm sorry, the Sex Pistols were surprisingly boring.
The band's manager, Malcolm McLaren, did, much later on, make a rather wonderful LP record using musicians from around the world though. It is one of my favourite albums.
Try this track! Turn it up loud!
Just click here!
Yes, I'm thinking of changing my name to, Milly Tree-Bearing.
A single overheard remark:
'Margaret! They crack all your bones!...'
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