Today in 1809, the 10th Congress (one of about seven that haven’t totally sucked) created the Territory of Illinois. That being awesome, and Chicago being awesome, I give you the Blues Brothers.
Today in 1809, the 10th Congress (one of about seven that haven’t totally sucked) created the Territory of Illinois. That being awesome, and Chicago being awesome, I give you the Blues Brothers.
Curried tuna salad sandwich with avocado
• 4 oz. can of tuna
• ½ carrot, diced
• ½ celery stalk, diced
• 2 tbs. red onion, diced
• 1 tsp. curry powder
• Salt and pepper, to taste
• 2 slices bread
• ½ avocado
Place bread in toaster.
Toss tuna with curry power, carrot, celery, salt, and pepper in a bowl.
Scoop avocado out of its skin, and spread on toast, using a fork to mash into the bread.
Place tuna (or egg) mixture on the avocado toast bread.
Delicately season with salt and pepper again, to taste.
Serve open face.
…What? So what this isn’t about the music, or a funny story, or whatever? I just gave you the recipe for a delicious sandwich. Get your own blog.
I’ve been getting a lot of whining from certain people about how my musical tastes aren’t “melodic,” how I”m “obsessed” with “rhythm,” how “I” should “get out” more. I don’t appreciate your tone, and I find your statements outlandish, calumnious, and ill-informed. To prove it, I give you this Mozart thing. Here, you unwashed rabble. Have some damn melody (which, by the way, is supposed to start at 22:36, in case the YouTube video fails). But before you go, I will subject you to my favorite knock-knock joke.
Knock-knock.
Who’s there.
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Philip Glass.
It snowed a bit where we are. And I’m not being sardonic – it really only snowed a bit. Like, an inch and a half. It wasn’t even that heavy. And yet, every sidewalk from my apartment to the metro was 100% pure, un-messed-about-with snow. No shovel had disturbed its delightful whiteness. Hundreds of feet, however, had ground the snow into a luge, so I, being aggressively averse to falling down, walked in the street. I missed my sidewalks. What a terrible morning.
Hi there, Yankette Nation! I’m back! I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. Life, you know. But so many of you lovely people wrote and asked “WTF – where did you go?” that I pushed life aside to write you all small, vaguely inane blog posts about small, vaguely inane songs.
This song is small but not inane. George Ezra is a new up-and-coming singer-songwriter from Britain who has been making quite a huge splash. I can’t decide what I like better: the song, or the video. You decide.
I had the great pleasure of seeing these guys live a few months ago. Drop everything and go see them if they swing through your town. They are a real powerhouse.
Today, humans landed a spacecraft on a comet. On a COMET. I am overwhelmed with how incredibly awesome this is. Naturally, the only song to play is “Dancing Song” by the amazing and delightful U.K. band, Little Comets.
Watch this.
“So died these men as became Athenians. You, their survivors, must determine to have as unfaltering a resolution in the field, though you may pray that it may have a happier issue. And not contented with ideas derived only from words of the advantages which are bound up with the defense of your country, though these would furnish a valuable text to a speaker even before an audience so alive to them as the present, you must yourselves realize the power of Athens, and feed your eyes upon her from day to day, till love of her fills your hearts; and then, when all her greatness shall break upon you, you must reflect that it was by courage, sense of duty, and a keen feeling of honor in action that men were enabled to win all this, and that no personal failure in an enterprise could make them consent to deprive their country of their valor, but they laid it at her feet as the most glorious contribution that they could offer.”
– Pericles, funeral oration, 431 B.C.
Happy Veterans Day.
This heartbreakingly beautiful piece is from Schubert’s German Mass. I love the version with words, of course, but this simple instrumental version is haunting. It is my go-to for when I need to calm down and center myself.
“ABC: Always Be Cool. They need to teach at every school. ABY: Always Be You.”
Right on.