Yesterday, while working on how to kill a protagonist I didn't really want to kill, (although said prot. surely deserved it, the way I have written it,) which therefore meant I probably just wasn't ready to do said prot. in, which definitely meant more background detail in a piece that already contains egyptian pyramids that … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Elementary, My Dear Watson.
Yes, I know the title sounds like Groucho Marx , dressed in tails and mortar board, lecturing on the state of the union. But Voila All I really mean is the fact that: Way back when, like 1671 someone, like George Villiers, second Duke of Buckingham, registered a play he wished to be published. A … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: “On The Socially Influenced Evolution Of The Rehearsal Comedy- And Other Noises Off.” LOL.
Every year I write a song for my choirs for Christmas. Basis: Thankfulness, joy of Christmas, lights, gala, gold tinsel, wassail, celebration, because of The Birth. And the tone? and this is a real joy for me- experimental traditional. Every year I try to push the envelope. Do something new. Learn something myself. A couple … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Falalalala And All That Jazz
This is the time of year when the carnival season- the "fifth season" over here- starting on the eleventh of November- elf stands for egalite, liberte, and fraternite, stops. Abruptly By church decree. It's the time when the nation mourns its war dead- and then begins fasting. The forty days before Christmas. A time of … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Where Elves Fast And Reindeer Dance.
Yes, please. Free him. Shakespeare, I mean. I am so tired of seeing form, content, beauty of the Welsh language, (there have been studies for years about the Welsh flow of his language, Welsh like the place and the language, not the other meaning of Welsh, ie strange, foreign, occult) being reproduced with actors on … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Free Will
Have there ever been moments in your life where you looked back on something and thought "Whatever was I thinking?" Ours was a so-called "night of horrors" put on by musicians and a writer I studied with several years ago, who run a marvelous actors company here called Kryptonite Radio Theater. And kryptonite it is. … Continue reading And Gutenberg Lived Here: Never Go To Something Named “Night Of Horrors”