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I think there's moss growing on me
Mar. 8th, 2009 09:38 pmIt has been raining continuously since Friday evening. Not torrential rains, but continuous ones. Everything is drowning and soggy. The mud outside is so deep and thick that it tries to suck calf-length rubber boots right off my feet, with sounds worthy of a B grade monster movie. The sump pump under my study here has been going off every 35 seconds for several hours. Only the ducks are happy with this. Well, and the neighbors' chickens but that's only because they're too stupid to know better. She's letting them run loose again, so I expect the fox to show up any day now.
I feel as if I'm trapped in that old Ray Bradbury story, "Death by Rain," about the explorers or scientists on the planet Venus, where it never stops raining, looking for that shelter called "the sun dome" where they can get dry and warm...
Took Gary's mom to hear him sing in a local composer's premier of "Americana" this afternoon. It's a cycle of 19th century American hymn tunes, some arranged in jazzy fashion and some done more or less normally. Musically it was quite interesting, and he also included two interludes with instrumentals performed by Gary and his friends who make up the Kishwaukee Ramblers. They did Shaker tunes and other folk tunes of the post-Civil war era.
I knew all the tunes, every one of them. Interestingly, I found I was pretty much repelled by the lyrics, which were all typical 19th century church stuff. Long ago in a galaxy far far away, when I actually used to go to church, it was probably more for the music than anything else. But when I say music, I mean literally the music, not the words.
And that's the weekend. Sigh.
I feel as if I'm trapped in that old Ray Bradbury story, "Death by Rain," about the explorers or scientists on the planet Venus, where it never stops raining, looking for that shelter called "the sun dome" where they can get dry and warm...
Took Gary's mom to hear him sing in a local composer's premier of "Americana" this afternoon. It's a cycle of 19th century American hymn tunes, some arranged in jazzy fashion and some done more or less normally. Musically it was quite interesting, and he also included two interludes with instrumentals performed by Gary and his friends who make up the Kishwaukee Ramblers. They did Shaker tunes and other folk tunes of the post-Civil war era.
I knew all the tunes, every one of them. Interestingly, I found I was pretty much repelled by the lyrics, which were all typical 19th century church stuff. Long ago in a galaxy far far away, when I actually used to go to church, it was probably more for the music than anything else. But when I say music, I mean literally the music, not the words.
And that's the weekend. Sigh.
