I'm just going to lay on the pavement for a second here, son

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1. The first round of dealing-with-mold has been accomplished; we shall see what happens. Regardless, the weekend worked out. There was Tea last night with sen_no_ongaku and sigerson and before that an hour of Blues Jam at Johnny D's. Sadly, I missed the trombone solo.

2. Pleasant discovery of the afternoon: that I had enough pocket change to buy the new kind of cookie from Lakota Bakery. Coconut macaroon, chocolate-dipped with almonds just beneath the surface. Oh, God, Pesach is the end of this week.

3. Have an interview with Roger Miller of Mission of Burma.

4. Have an interview with Neil Marsh and Rob Noyes of the Post-Meridian Radio Players.

5. Outtakes from Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas (1977). Just keep watching.

Happy National Poetry Month. I should maybe post some poems.

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I remember it was a rather depressing story since Emmet loses the battle of the bands to the hooligans and their rock and roll (they are singing "I Shot the Sheriff" if I remember right - which is an injustice that anyone can win with that terrible song) and then goes back to being poor.

The Riverbottom Nightmare Band wins with their bad-ass signature number, named after themselves. ("The grass does not grow on the places where we stop and stand / Riverbottom Nightmare Band!") I can't find the original on YouTube, but it seems to be frequently covered by grindcore bands. At least they weren't that one guy with the banjo butchering "Barbecue."

It's a version of "The Gift of the Magi," so it's bittersweet by origin, but I think it comes out more sweet than not.

But that drum scene just kept going. I didn't even know what they were trying for by the end of it.

Samuel Beckett!