e.a.d.g.
everything influences everything
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just spent 15 minutes trying to purge all the trash reblogs that inhabit this tumblr. gave up
it’s been nearly a year since i’ve spent any time with tumblr and i think it’s time to get back. i need a place to think and sort out of my thoughts. a lot has happened in the past year. a lot more will be changing in the next year.
i need a place to parse these things out.
so i just wanted to say hi.
and you’ll be seeing a bit more of me, tumblr.
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i scoffed at twitter for a while, but here’s more proof why twitter is amazing (foodie edition)
april 11 was when the frites’n’meats truck exploded on the 9A -
lately have been having anxiety dreams about music. i need to get back to work.
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- Charles Dickens: Please, sir, I’d like a martini.
- Bartender: Sure thing. Olive or twist?
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- James Joyce: I’ll take a Guinness.
- Bartender: So Charles Dickens was in here yesterday.
- James Joyce: (drinks)
- Bartender: And he asked for a martini and I said, “Olive or twist?”
- James Joyce: (drinks)
- Bartender: You see, it’s funny because he wrote a book called “Oliver Twist.”
- James Joyce: What a shitty joke.
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- Ernest Hemingway: Gin.
- Bartender: So Charles Dickens was in here two days ago.
- Ernest Hemingway: Joyce already told me that story. Fuck off.
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- Mark Twain: Give me a brandy.
- Bartender: So Charles Dickens came in the other day and ordered a martini.
- Mark Twain: Did he take an olive or twist? Ha ha ha!
- Bartender: (tearful) You did that on purpose, didn’t you?
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- Virginia Woolf: I’ll take your second-best cognac and unadulterated experience.
- Bartender: We don’t have that. This is a bar.
- Virginia Woolf: Patriarchy! (drowns herself)
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Roald Dahl. You share more qualities with Stephen King than we probably know of.
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is it just me or doesn’t a song (a short musical composition of words and music) affect you more deeply than a tune (a pleasing succession of musical tones : melody) [definitions from Merriam-Webster]? if so, why do we in jazz always write “tunes”?
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Gershwin got this right at least: The car horns and the syncopations in An American in Paris are all French. What that American misses is the bluesAdam Gopnik - The Rookie
