2004-02-29 - 3:22 a.m.
Twice now since my last post I've been asked, "what the hell?"Ahem.
- The lyrics to "God's Comic," by Elvis Costello. I warn you now -- I have a scythe-bearing popup blocker that collects the souls of unbidden browser windows and consigns them to the void, so I haven't the foggiest idea whether following this link will result in a fearsome deluge. But I recall noticing once that for some reason song-lyric archive websites are especially bad for popups.
- The Glass/Bowie/Eno album. Bear with me while I quote one of the Amazon user reviews -- while it's not especially relevant, it is damn funny: "A RARE masterpiece Bethoveen, Bach and Motzar would be deligthed...a continuation of the dreams of King Crimson, Moody Blues, Jethro Tull, ELP, Peter Gabriel and Roger Waters." (Um, sic) What a relief it must be for Glass et al to find that they have done Bethoveen and Motzar proud. Or, if you prefer, what a sad epitaph for music, this review, which contains correct spellings of "King Crimson," "Moody Blues," and "Jethro Tull" but botched attempts at "Beethoven" and "Mozart." (Since he spells it correctly, do you think by "Bach" he means "shrieking Skid Row vocalist"?)
- Information about the Andrews Sisters, Glenn Miller, Billy Idol (complete with horrendous Flash intro), Bonnie Tyler (*shudder*), and Mr. New Power Generation. Thank goodness I am 27 and will not actually be bobbing feebly to these latter artists.
- The correct name for what people routinely and quite incorrectly refer to as "primal-scream therapy". And, of course, good ol' Primal Scream.
- Who the heck is Hildegard von Bingen, you ask? A migraine-afflicted visionary, that's who!
