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Radio Free Jezebel

Thank you Tzara and everyone. I'm stealing a moment out of the mayhem to say I hope very much to be back next week. Meanwhile it's serious hell, moreso in some ways now that the beloved is home from hospital. I am balls to the wall, but I hope to survive and return to cause immense amounts of trouble.

blessings,
bijou
 
Eluard said:
One of my favourite things from one of my
favourite bands (and one of the best TV shows that has ever been written).


And one of my favourite songs from E&TB:

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' What is " The keyword here is favourite" Alex'
:D


Sean Connery Jeopardy

Hope this brings a smile Bij
 
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Radio Absinthe

Pirate take over
Although I'm not seeing Van Gogh's stars or Lautrec's whores
( alas Po Yo Rick , I knew his whore ratio)
I have noticed these things have caught my attention in the last few hours so bear ( or bare) with me
Tomorrow I will write a letter ala Keith Richards declaring all the reviewers wrong and I was not drunk, just suffering from a fall from a coconut tree


This man is from Worcester ala Denis Leary.
This is the kind of shit my friends and I were saying 20 years ago
I was ahead of the times

Moderation


Fe go Jam


The Boris Karloff of Rock and Roll



The Pipes the pipes....


Adolph builds a bonfire




It ain't Coca Cola , it's rice

Goodnight
 
Eluard said:
God bless you for that — the stupidest Western nation on Earth! (Too many monkies, by half!)
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it's "monkeys"

but coming from an island of ex irish convicts I forgive you
 
Tathagata said:
it's "monkeys"

but coming from an island of ex irish convicts I forgive you
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dammit — I thought that looked wrong, but hadn't had breakfast yet! :D

But don't make me go back and correct all of your errors — I'd need more than breakfast for that.

(The Irish/English convicts were mostly sent to Sydney btw. Much of Australia was free settled. Americans often get this wrong too.)
 
Eluard said:
dammit — I thought that looked wrong, but hadn't had breakfast yet! :D

But don't make me go back and correct all of your errors — I'd need more than breakfast for that.

(The Irish/English convicts were mostly sent to Sydney btw. Much of Australia was free settled. Americans often get this wrong too.)
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You'd need a case of Fosters and months vacation for that.
:cool:

We Americans are aware of what free settled usually means...white people moving the indigenous people father away from the good spots.

We may have that in common unfortunately

I'm off
so to speak

g'day bushie
:D
 
Tathagata said:
You'd need a case of Fosters and months vacation for that.
:cool:

We Americans are aware of what free settled usually means...white people moving the indigenous people father away from the good spots.

We may have that in common unfortunately

I'm off
so to speak

g'day bushie
:D
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yes, you're right — that is what it meant in the OZ case. :cool:
 
So I got back this morning and I've been listening to the beautiful radio broadcasts on this thread, and watching all the weekend stories in here, and I'm overwhelmed with gratitude.

I've been working on an idea for a while and it's the perfect time to talk about it.

We write because we are essentially performers; we are Dancing for Daddy. In fact, we live, in general, in hope of a sympathetic audience, believing firmly that we are going to be cast as the hero in the movie that will be made of our individual life. Everyone has an external, a Person We Hope Is Watching Us. It's not just for the ease of group discussion that we let everyone watch our dialogues and stories as we move about in this world; I think perhaps it's because we have the idea that someone Important, someone Compassionate, will be reading around in our various threads, agreeing with us, blessing us, watching the episodes of our personal Show, rooting for us, considering that we're important.

Some of us actually have that, or even a great deal of that, in our compatriots, our tribe of common opinions, our families, our crew. But we still dance, because the real One we dance for cannot actually reveal a face, since it is the face of God. (And we all know what happens to mortals who actually ask to see that face.)

God loves your show. God finds you a terribly sympathetic character. God cheers for you when you have good fortune, is sad for you when you suffer. God thinks you're adorable and fabulous, and hopes very much that you win. God understands why you do what you do. You are God's hero, the ultimate protagonist.

Whether or not one believes in an actual “god” construct in this case is immaterial.

Because in the interim, during which many of us wait for actual Proof that “god” is actually watching our show, there needs to be some other truly Invisible Audience. There needs to be someone we don't know about who actually gives a shit how our stories go, cares about what we think, listens to us talk and thinks we're funny and beautiful and sympathetic characters, sees us as heroes in our particular stories. A Viewing Audience, a Fan Base.

I volunteer. I have volunteered. I watch you people move around in here, whoever you are outside this world, and I find you gorgeous, funny, and charming, and sometimes I just pick someone and look at their whole story all at once. You're gorgeous. All of you. Absolute heroes.

Until the Great and Beautiful Monster, the Universal DaddyMommy, the Infinite Goof, the Omniscient Publisher, shows up, I'll watch. I'll applaud, I'll cheer for the boring and mundane and heroic and ridiculous and gorgeous stories here. Not the ones we write and post, but the ones we're living, the ones we tell each other and create.

Perhaps when I came here initially it was because of the writing. The first time I saw people in here actually getting fired up over proper use of apostrophes, I knew I had found My People. These are My Ways. But honestly, I stay for the people. The writing's neato. It is the central pursuit of my life and always has been, whatever one wants to call it. But if there were no more poetry here, no more way to submit and critique, I would stay. Unhesitatingly. This is an astounding little village and I'm grateful to be able to live here.

All is well. All is well. All is well.

bijou
 
So very glad to be back.

The radio has been brilliant, and quite helpful. Sometimes I got to sneak into the shop for ten minutes and listen to a song or two. You helped. You all helped a lot.

So much to say but for now let it be this:

For Tath, and to answer the question of why I'm here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Otn7Jz2lPqs


And a set of "jazz" of the sort I truly enjoy:

Sizeable extremities:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=in1eK3x1PBI

DO take a hallucinogen before watching this one:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=DBk3jwNSteo

Someone once told me this was my theme song
http://youtube.com/watch?v=8YxRTN5I7ok



And here's a little set for the You Jey crowd:

Mistah C:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=D44pyeEvhcQ

Don't go there, man...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=N0Z6SOlWbds



And one especially for Sarah. This one is so damn beautiful I have never been able to watch it without crying.

Feet of Song
http://youtube.com/watch?v=R-S77OAxGt4


Let's start some whole new kind of trouble. I'll help.
Eluard? Got any of that pie left?

blessings, all. Seriously. I'm your biggest fan.

sign me
the roughest, toughest frail
 
unpredictablebijou said:
So very glad to be back.



Let's start some whole new kind of trouble. I'll help.
Eluard? Got any of that pie left?

blessings, all. Seriously. I'm your biggest fan.

sign me
the roughest, toughest frail
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Good to have you back bijou! Glad that the husband is better and that you are able to get life back to some semblance of normality. Sickness is a bitch. The 30/30 awaits you!

And I will always have some creamy custardy pie left for you! Just tell me where you want it delivered.
 
Eluard said:
Good to have you back bijou! Glad that the husband is better and that you are able to get life back to some semblance of normality. Sickness is a bitch. The 30/30 awaits you!

And I will always have some creamy custardy pie left for you! Just tell me where you want it delivered.
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Left thigh. About an inch and a half south of the Isles of the Blessed. Or is that the Isles of Langerhans. Or the Aisles of SuperTarget?

The 30/30 will wait a bit longer. I have a major buying trip in a couple of weeks that will prevent my access to this lovely and hallucinatory universe for a couple of days. After that, though, I'll have lots of brilliant poetry built up that I can pretend are first drafts.

hmph.

As a side note, I managed to do surgical after care on the Beloved, with the able assistance of a visiting nurse and Beloved the Other, who happens to be an EMT, thank the gods, all while shuttling back and forth to the major, weekend-long, camping event fundraiser that I was committed to. We raised $3000 and kept M happy, tidy and well-drugged, all at the same time.

I am happy to be back in the land of the lotus-eaters again.

bijou
 
Radio Free Anglophilia

I haven't done a playlist before, even for my effing iPod. I just rip albums.

Enjoy, or not, as your case may be.
  • The Klaxons: Gravity's Rainbow. Have to do this one, as the title is from one of my favorite books.
  • Arctic Monkeys: Brianstorm. Kids, of course, but they rawk.
  • Henry Purcell: Dido's Lament from Dido and Aeneas, performed by Emma Kirkby. Oooh. Purcell. I love Purcell.
  • Kate Bush: The Sensual World. I love Kate Bush as well, though in a somewhat more carnal way than Purcell. :rolleyes:
  • Sir Edward Elgar: Cello Concerto (First Movement), performed by Jacqueline du Pré. OK, OK. I'm am a classical focused kinda guy.
  • The Beatles: Ticket to Ride. My favorite Beatles song, with the possible exception of Paperback Writer. Synced performance phoned in, which is kind of funny.
  • The Stones: Gimme Shelter. Mick in his superhero suit, Keith looking human, Charlie dazed as usual. The only thing missing is the spectacular Merry Clayton backing vocal, which makes this song one of my all-timers.
  • One, of course, ought to end this set with the playing of God Save the Queen. Pretty nostalgic. Like watching a cartoon one loved in youth.
Pax, Britannia. :)
 
Well well. Tzara's being all British and I'm spending the afternoon in a batter-fried bliss of superfat funk. This is the radio show i actually dreamed up first, long long ago:

White Grrrl Funk

Enter the King: George Clinton, with a fat fat juicy bass that makes you make nasty fuckfaces on the dance floor.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3fCTrU5qkI

Cameo of course has Word Up but I really had to also include

Shake Your Pants because, well. I mean.
Keep in mind the members of cameo are NOT GAY. It was 1980.

This next cut had the link disabled but it's so totally worth finding, really, go find it. Search for Fishbone and watch the one entitled "When Problems Arise."
Insane band, alien lead singer, funky as shit, chops to die for and bass about as chunky as a bacon-wrapped, deep-fried po-boy.

Okay, Level 42 is kinda white but watching this makes me want to reincarnate as Mark King's bass guitar. Yow. Those fingers...

And I double-dog dare you to listen to this without moving your hips


Lastly, this doesn't really fit the theme, but we just lost Luciano, and this might be among the coolest things he ever did. Soul, soul and soul.

Get up offa that thang.

bijou
 
Tzara said:
I haven't done a playlist before, even for my effing iPod. I just rip albums.

Enjoy, or not, as your case may be.
  • The Klaxons: Gravity's Rainbow. Have to do this one, as the title is from one of my favorite books.
  • Arctic Monkeys: Brianstorm. Kids, of course, but they rawk.
  • Henry Purcell: Dido's Lament from Dido and Aeneas, performed by Emma Kirkby. Oooh. Purcell. I love Purcell.
  • Kate Bush: The Sensual World. I love Kate Bush as well, though in a somewhat more carnal way than Purcell. :rolleyes:
  • Sir Edward Elgar: Cello Concerto (First Movement), performed by Jacqueline du Pré. OK, OK. I'm am a classical focused kinda guy.
  • The Beatles: Ticket to Ride. My favorite Beatles song, with the possible exception of Paperback Writer. Synced performance phoned in, which is kind of funny.
  • The Stones: Gimme Shelter. Mick in his superhero suit, Keith looking human, Charlie dazed as usual. The only thing missing is the spectacular Merry Clayton backing vocal, which makes this song one of my all-timers.
  • One, of course, ought to end this set with the playing of God Save the Queen. Pretty nostalgic. Like watching a cartoon one loved in youth.
Pax, Britannia. :)
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Nice set. The Klaxons and the Arctic Monkeys make me want to drive really fast. You got some funk - for a white boy.

My own answer to God Save the Queen.

bj
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Nice set. The Klaxons and the Arctic Monkeys make me want to drive really fast. You got some funk - for a white boy.

My own answer to God Save the Queen.

bj
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Where the hell is Dr. May standing? In some shots, you can see what looks like the London Eye in the background, which (I think) would place him on top of the London County Hall. (Nice hotel. I've stayed there.)

In other shots, he's like standing on some countrified place nowhere near the Thames. Windsor? Dunno.

Hey, BJ! My klaxon has the arctic monkeys for you.

Uh, if that's polite. :)
 
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