A. )
Manna wrote: didn't notice this mood as being any more or less odd than any other mood you've portrayed.
That is the really weird and scary and odd thing about it.
It never does change.
2. )
Manna wrote:... so of course, you may very well know all this.
no no no,
god no.
Then why on earth would I have asked?
No,
I didn't know anything
at all about it.
(Or honestly didn't think so at the time.)
Literally just seconds before I posted that question
I heard sample #8
Blackest Crow, Willy Milo,
from here:
http://cdbaby.com/cd/wilymilo
...and I thought that I was being funny,
...because although it does sound a little bit like "salivated",
I was quite certain that that couldn't possibly be right.
I was sure it had to be a portmanteau,
--something like salvation+saved, maybe,
--with a deep West Virgini accent.
I think maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do.
I am pretty sure that all of my posts have been a homogeneous mixture
of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
that is, - of things that I already knew a little bit about, and things
that I only just then learned something more about,
but most of all, of things that I am implicitly asking if anybody else
knows more about than I do, so that I can learn something.
(For example, "The People's Song Book" was very famous
back in "'60 folk-revival". And I finally got a copy of it
(-about 40 years too late.)
The songs in it had to be among the most influential of all
for Leonard Cohen, so that I am always hoping that somebody else
has a copy of it, and has the energy to go through it and locate
all the specific influences on LC from it, in terms of rifts and phrasings etc.
Whenever I mention that book, that is what I am fishing for. )
(Also, I have well over a terabyte of storage connected to my computer,
and it's over 80% full, and I have "Windows Indexing Service" disabled,
so that it is not always easy for me to find things around here,
so that I sometimes post things on the internet mainly because
they then become indexed, and then it's much easier for me
to find them again. I apologize for doing this.)
(Also, all my posts are always relevant to the thread.
But to explain how they are might sometimes make them even
10 times longer. The implicit connections that I'm usually thinking of
are not clever or subtle or puns or anything like that,
but they may have to do with common experiences
of people my age, which I keep forgetting not everybody is. )
Tertiary. )
DR. LECTER >
You're sooo ambitious, aren't you...?
You know what you look like to me,
with your good bag and your cheap
shoes? You look like a rube. A well-
scrubbed, hustling rube with a little,
taste... Good nutrition has given
you some length of bone, but you're
not more than one generation from
poor white trash, are you Officer
Starling...? That accent you're trying
so desperately to shed - pure West
Virginia. What was your father, dear?
Was he a coal miner? Did he stink of
the lamp...? And oh, how quickly the
boys found you! All those tedious,
sticky fumblings, in the back seats
of cars, while you could only dream
of getting out. Getting anywhere -
yes? Getting all the way - to the
F...B...I.
-Silence of the Lambs
So, who was I thinking of by quoting that?
My "x".
She was from West Virginia.
And then she got her doctoral from Yale in Eng Lit.
Sometimes she'd put on the accent,
when she was feeling hoity-toity.
I miss her.
~~
As for "One Morning in May" aka "The Unfortunate Rake",
- the latter rang a bell for me, but it wasn't very clear
until I searched and found this
THE UNFORTUNATE RAKE
As I was a-walking down by St. James' Hospital,
I was a-walking down by there one day,
What should I spy but one of my comrades
All wrapped up in flannel though warm was the day.
-
http://sniff.numachi.com/pages/tiLAREDST5.html
Now, that's a very loud and clear bell for me.
As I was a-walking...one day
immediately connected to "Streets of Laredo"
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen
All wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay
(the same tune)
A friend of mine in high school, like me, had an absent father
at the time. His came to visit once, and he sang
"Streets of Laredo" the whole time.
Then he died a few months later.
And
As I was a-walking down by St. James' Hospital
immediately connected to "St. James' Infirmary"
I went down to the st james infirmary
Saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long white table
So sweet...so cold...so fair
(same tune)
My father used to sing that when I was very little.
He sang opera, and his a cappela delivery of St. James' Infirmary
scared the hell out of me, and every one else, when I was little.
It still would today.
~greg.
Also wonderful for your child (is it a boy or girl, have you said elsewhere?)