Last night I watched the President's speech on ABC. Afterward they had a semi-improvised, loosely defined "Special" on the Iraq situation called "When Democracy Fails..." ABC seemed to have a problem in terms of content coming in conflict with the choice of music. It came off as "When Democracy Fails... the disco music begins."
Actually, I think someone at ABC noticed, as all their break music afterward was picked from cues that were a bit more demure and serious (and appropriate to the gravity of the issue at hand.)
I note that dance music and newscasts seem to be a more common combination these days. The disco dance music with the repeating "beep" that the BBC uses for its newscasts always makes me visualize Donald Rumsfeld and Yasir Arafat "doin' the bump" (with perhaps Ariel Sharon trying to chisel in...) Hell, when I was a kid, Huntley/Brinkley used the second movement of the Beethoven Ninth (anyone else remember that? That's how I got to know this music.)
Well, the President has given Saddam Hussein 48 hours to get out of Iraq, and by now about half of that is gone already. I certainly hope that he is able to use the time constructively (-:. Hopefully, Mrs. Saddam wont try to make him go shopping...
Did I get away without going shopping today? No. We had to go to a Wal-Mart wayy out in Canton after work and pick up a new computer desk. Then it was my privelege to roll this huge, heavy carton up the three flights of stairs to my apartment. It sure was heartening to see the little symbol on the side of the box that reads "team lift".
Yesterday at my desk I looked down for a second and nearly passed out. When I came to, I had a tune in my head which I jotted down on a little notepad next to me. Its main theme is scored in chords for saxes, french horns and flute, with muted trumpets playing a rhythm part and a sort of continuo played by bassoon and banjo. I call the sketch "Cheesy Eurojazz" and discovered that "The Peanut Vendor" fits with it also, so I indicate that. With "The Peanut Vendor" and a repeat of the head it lasts 24-32 measures. I suspect it's inspired by the sound of the Beau Hunks Orchestra, and I mean that in a nice way. (-:
Mrs. Lewis wants to replace all the carpet in this here apartmentcome this Saturday. I was resisting her only on one point, in that I really did not wish to take down my big shelving unit full of CDs, many of which were already filed in order. That problem was solved last night, as the whole shebang came CRASH-ing down on its own. Fortunately, although many cases came through cracked or broken, it appears that none of the actual discs were damaged. It was just that I was ready to go to bed, but now I gotta get down and play, let's say, "1002 pick-up".
The one thing I did notice was the location of the big, heavy metal Bill Evans box with the hinged lid. It was laying on the computer desk, about where my head would've been had I been a-sittin' there. And I HAD been - just ten minutes before. I almost hear the voice of Providence speaking down from above: "David - - she wants to change the carpet."
I'm not set up yet to deliver the Playlist from Monday's show. Please forgive me and I'll try to do so tomorrow.
Uncle Dave Lewis