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What of the verse, the bridge and the chorus?
1. It is very likely that I will be offline for the rest of today, as I am seeing the American stage premiere of Franz Schreker's Der ferne Klang (1912) at Bard College tonight. My mother was offered five-dollar rush tickets for being an alumna. At that price, I can almost afford it. Hello, upstate New York.
2. In praise of Ben Burtt, static interference, and the lightsaber.
3. Holy mother of little green apples, somebody fanvidded Eduard Graf von Taaffe.
I mean, as a kind of diabolical Machiavellian puppeteer. But nonetheless: MY BRAIN. MY SWEET PRECIOUS FUCKING BRAIN.
Later.
2. In praise of Ben Burtt, static interference, and the lightsaber.
3. Holy mother of little green apples, somebody fanvidded Eduard Graf von Taaffe.
I mean, as a kind of diabolical Machiavellian puppeteer. But nonetheless: MY BRAIN. MY SWEET PRECIOUS FUCKING BRAIN.
Later.