California is weird; New York is crazy; Texas is eccentric and interesting.
Most of the morning, I was on an early schedule, or so I thought, so most of the morning was busy since the muse deigned to get off her ass and pick up the phone. I was looking for an image of something, and as I scrolled through the digital photos, I got sidetracked. I posted two of them, but one is a repeat, so it would seem.
I didn’t think about it at the time, but those two pictures next to each other? I think there’s a message there. In the afterlife? Smoking or non-smoking? I can only hope I’ll be in the smoking section.
In addition to the regular work, I went back to teasing my buddy in the lake. He struck twice, but it wasn’t enough for a morning photo-op. Simultaneously, I was, for about the third or fourth time, ripping all 14 CDs of the Ring Cycle opera onto the mini-pod. Plus it was going at the same time. So I was tying on various bass baits while listening to Wagner Opera.
Might be a little eccentric. Bass baits and opera: interesting.
I had to crank up that one part, the flight of the large-chested women-with-wings bit. Horses. Fire. “Fire, huh-huh, huh-huh.”
Link-to-link to this. Which brought up a funny point to me. I think there’s even a song about it.
See, I started to realize, I’m too redneck for my rock-and-roll friends. But I’m too hard-rock (not rock hard) for my redneck friends. “Dude, you don’t wear a do-rag in a bait shop.” Guess I do.
On a windy afternoon, after working, then sitting by the lake and feeding the fish brightly colored worms, a “do rag” is perfect. Hair out of my face. Opera on the mini-pod. A little BBQ in the afternoon.
In that opera, I mean, the characters are singing in German, for cryin’-out-loud, it’s not like I can understand the words. But the feelings? And the way the orchestration loops back and forth with thematic elements, the drive of the woodwinds, the tenor brass, the soft kettle drums. Amazing sounds.
The best opera in the set is the third, Seigfried. The man character, oddly enogh, his name is Seigfreid, overcomes childhood adversity, slays a dragon, ges the girl. How much better can it be?
So this was a little diversion in Norse mythology. Yee-(something)-haw.
