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Date:         Mon, 9 Nov 1992 22:08:43 MST
From:         Madame Palindrome <watson@HG.ULETH.CA>
Subject:      He goddam mad dog, eh?

Michael H. Bloom said:

>Brotzmann turns out to be a very nice and highly cultured fellow, who drinks
>a frightening amount of alcohol.

Sounds like your typical saxist to me (eh Chucky?)  :)

>Saturday: took ultimate net.babe Carol sightseeing around Boston. In the North
>End, a classic Italian neighborhood where we stopped for lobster pizza (which
>I now regard as a key component of the Boston dining experience; it was swell),

Now kiddies, don't forget that Michael also thinks Richard Thompson and Fred
Frith are swell, so you get the magnitude of yumminess of the lobster pizza --
it was nothing short of an orgasm for the taste buds.  *slurp*

>we stumbled upon a peculiar shop that was all musical instruments on the right
>hand wall, and firearms on the left. ("I'd like a set of violin strings and a
>12-gauge shotgun, please!")

Yah... how bizzare... to the point where if an Italian fellow walked out of the
store with a violin case, you really wondered what it's actual contents were...
:)  The place was called Tosci's Music and Sporting Goods.  It wasn't far from
the statue of Paul Revere and his horsie.

>And, wonder of wonders, they had bodhrans in stock! Carol had an attack of good
>taste and bought the plain one, rather than the one with the Guinness logo
>printed on the drum head.

Yeah... of all places to go, I would have never expected to stumble on an Irish
goatskin drum in an Italian neighborhood -- in a store that sold firearms too,
no less!  I was pleasantly surprised and left the store with a bodhran and a
massive grin (though I was considering purchasing a small, feminine firearm
just in case the hockey player's sarcastic laughter gets too much to handle
during my upcoming bodhran practice sessions). ;)

What was scarey about transporting the bodhran back home to Canada was the fact
that the friggin airline wouldn't let me carry it on and they made me check it
with my other luggage. And to make matters worse, they made me sign a release
that said that they were responsible for loss, but not damage. Needless to say,
despite it's cardboard container, I was paranoid that the baggage handlers
might puncture it.  Thankfully, the bodhran survived the trip without damage.

>Then we hit my local used record store, where there was a bunch of stuff in
>the old vinyl technology that Carol wanted. We found some old Peter Gabriel,
>Gentle Giant's _Free Hand_, a solo album by one Hugh Marsh who plays violin
>in Loreena McKennitt's group, and Eugene Ormandy playing Prokofiev's Sixth.

Yah... the Peter Gabriel is the melting face one.  And Michael forgot to
mention that he also threw in some other goodies for me (ie. his leftovers)
which included a highland pipers album, the latest from the Tone Dogs
(featuring the object of his drool, Amy Denio), a promotional video of Chris
Isaak (oh baby oh), Jon Hassel's _Fourth World_, Richard Thompson's _Strict
Tempo_ and a homemade tape of Calglia's _Music From the Balkans and Anatolia_
and Terem Quartet's _Terem_.

We also agreed that the Prokofiev purchase was a great way to earn valuable
Tim points while risking a mere 99 cents.  :)

>Sunday afternoon: we hooked up with Carol again and had a dim sum lunch in
>Chinatown, then moseyed on over to the Museum of Fine Arts and saw Hamza El Din
>play a free concert to celebrate their new gallery of Nubian art. He played oud
>(Arabic fretless lute, had at least a dozen strings, apparently all in pairs)
>and tar (frame drum similar to the bodhran, but a tad smaller and didn't have
>the crosspieces) accompanying his own singing. He was charming-- very soft and
>gentle voice, reminded me of John Cage in a turban.

Hamza El Din was way cool... and Michael attempted to point out token Dead
Heads in the crowd.  :)  This man's music was playful, sentimental and soothing
and he can serenade me to sleep anyday.

So... Boston was fun -- though I certainly could have used a longer stay since
I had a conference lumped in there too.  And I did behave myself, though I may
have to crowd into a confessional with the Reverend's Bob and Dave for the
appropriate penance relating to a slight indisgression with a charming creature
of the amphibious variety.

And, as an aside response to Marsha's comments about the male species in
general, I offer this:

The way to a Prince's heart is through his frog.   *rubbit*  ;)

  (with sincere apologies to Peter Gabriel)


Russ Gelinas sed:
>OMC:  We're building a practice room in my cellar.  What's a good cheap
>source of sound insulation?

The Libby solution:  Fill the room with 20 or so large breasted canookie
groupies.  Breasts are great insulation, just in case you didn't know that...

Of course, Libby is still pouting because of Michael's analogy of Libby Doe
to Santa Claus thereby implying that she is merely a myth.

Back!
- Carol

P.S. to Lenny:  Libby is polysexual.
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