The Manufacture of a Texas Sonata [Archive]

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-13-2009, 10:16 AM

I struggled with the decision as to where the following should be placed; here in the “General Movies, Music and Television” category or under “Short Story Sharing”. At first blush it appears as a short story, but it is in fact an informative account of what transpired yesterday pertaining to classical music. I have also attached two wonderful recordings at the end.
Never the less, I am at the mercy of the Administrators and their infinite wisdom in determining a proper home.
Respectfully submitted,
Gilliatt

Dumas; the Panhandle prodigy of the Texas high plains, scoured by eons of wind driven sand and tumbleweeds. A dusty delirium that found a foothold on the Llano Estacado. A land so vast and flat, it would certainly yield credence to Johnson and his Flat Earth Society. In Dumas you spit grit, fatten cattle, harvest cotton and as this sonata plays out, we will all learn of another insane characteristic among the “Ding Dong Daddy’s from Dumas”.

It was mid September when I rolled into Dumas (pronounced doom us) to get a truck load of superb Dumas dung. You’re most likely thinking; ah Gilliatt must be a gardener. No, you see I had heard rumors that Dumas dung makes a fine fire supplement for those long cold winter nights and now you’re asking; why does it have to be from Dumas? Well, the rumor goes on to indicate that Dumas dung is world renowned for its ability to produce beautiful flames in shades of blue and green.

I pulled off of Mainstreet veering toward a watering hole to wet my whistle. The joint was called the Dreary Beery. I sauntered in and sat down to a cold Lone Star while my truck was being loaded with prairie patties from a neighboring stock pen.
Sidled up to the bar were a few local sodbusters and cotton gin operators, “ginners” curling shots of Marillenschnaps, an Austrian apricot flavored Schnapps, followed by gin chasers.

Sitting in a dark corner was an old man with the appearance of an inebriated shaman. Following introductions with the boys at the bar, I inquired about the old man.
“Why that’s ole Jack Russell the “Terrier” he’s older than the hills”.
“Hell Billy, we ain’t got no hills round here.”
“Well he’s older than dirt anyway, and a smidgeon wiser ‘an Aristotle even with one arm tied behind his back!”
“Especially when it comes to eighteenth century classical music”, interjected one ginner.
“The Terrier taught us all bout that classical music stuff, specially bout that Motes Art feller from Australia.” “That’s Austria you dim wit” This was followed by another shot of Marillenschnaps and a round of back slapping and guffaws.

At this point the Terrier made a grumbling sound which brought an immediate, respectful silence throughout the bar. The shaman stood and began to shuffle toward me wiping a dribble of Schnapps from the corner of his mouth. Being new to these parts, I naturally grew tense. Perhaps he is coming to exorcize the intoxicating spirits from my mind?

“Cityslicker, I see you come for a truck load of our most prized commodity, but there is something I’ll share with you that is far more precious than fire Frisbees”

The dung loader popped his head into the bar to let me know the chips were about ankle deep in my truck; “jes wunderin if I should keep shovelin in more BS”.

“Yes, yes; let’s keep piling it on.”

Annoyed at the interruption, the Terrier continued: “City slicker, are you familiar with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart?
“Yes, to some degree and please, you may call me Gilliatt.”
“As you wish Gilliatt, do you believe that Mozart authored all of the wonderful compositions generally attributed to the creative juices of his own mind?”
“Well, yes, that’s what I been told and taught”
“Ah ha! You see fellas? He says: that’s what I’ve been told and taught”
“A typical response from an unenlightened, city slicked mind. Well let me enlighten you my friend. Mozart couldn’t compose his way out of a paper bag! He was a sham, a lackey made famous by the plagiarizing of music born right here on the high plains surrounding Dumas.”

You can imagine the shock and bewilderment on my face at this unfolding scene ill suited to the vernacular of the region. The murmurings of an impassioned debate could be heard from the boys at the bar. I couldn’t help but pick up on the name Rousseau and something about the Franciscan monks, Master Jacques de Molay, etc. It was all so confusing.

(aside) – Clearly these people aren’t playing with a full deck. I wonder how deep the manure is. I want outta here!

“SILENCE! Silence! you numb skulls why do you continue to espouse these confounded theories; It was the Franciscan’s, no it was the Jesuits and God only knows why, but Dusty over there believes Mozart’s notoriety was propagated by a sect of underground New Age Templar Knights. And you Rowdy, why do you insist that Mozart was capable of composing his own music?”

“D--n it all, how many times have I told you Francisco Vázquez de Coronado was the genius, the ghost writer if you will, behind Mozart’s success? Remember it was Coronado who, during that futile search for Cibola, first heard and recorded the wonderful melodious music emanating from the limitless ocean of sage and yucca that lay before him on this very spot. It was a cold winter night in 1541, a blue norther with a full head of steam was bearing down on Coronado and his men as they lay drunk and entangled in the sage following a night of debauchery. Soon a stiff cold wind was passing across the leaves of the sage, grasses and yucca creating the most wonderful music to the ears of the nauseous conquistadors. Coronado immediately put quill to paper and transposed the notes, sharps, flats, rests, staccatos, etc. He was a man possessed, feverishly documenting the wind born sonatas, concerto’s, operas and requiems. Coronado’s music eventually found its way back to Salzburg Austria, falling into the hands of Johann van Beethoven. It was Johann, who had a proclivity toward manufacturing great composers (such as is own son) that took interest in a young street urchin named Mozart. Johann had Mozart copy Coronado’s music so it would appear as though it came from his own hand and the rest, as they say, is history!”

The shaman finished speaking which was followed by a moment of silence. A shameful tear could be seen trailing from the eye of Rowdy. I was dumbfounded. Thank god the dung loader stepped in at this moment to inform me there was no more BS to be had. His timing was impeccable. I slapped a Jefferson on the table, tipped my hat and bolted out of there faster than you can say allegro. Putting the pedal to the metal, I was heading south on Highway 287. Myriad convoluted thoughts and images were racing through my mind. Glancing in the rearview mirror I noticed the sky to the north was a dark slate blue color. At first I figured it must be the swarm of flies trailing behind my truck, but I suddenly realized; a blue norther! I pulled over and stepped out to allow the cold refreshing breeze blow the insanity from my mind. While standing in a moment of solitude I began to hear the sound of music growing louder from the north. At first it arrived sporadically and unstructured but soon I was able to hear the piece, complete in its inviolable beauty. It was Violin Sonata No. 35 in A Major K526.

Next year I’m heading south of Dallas, to Italy for my fire supplement. I hear tell the locals down there believe that Shakespeare was the son of a Tuscany grape farmer.

Now for some actual music:

From the violin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hD0AaAqlyJo

To the fiddle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIYzNVuGGBA

Gilliatt

yanni

09-14-2009, 12:45 AM

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-19-2009, 11:04 AM

Nicely and bravely written Gilliat, but your comment ....

"Clearly these people aren’t playing with a full deck. I wonder how deep the manure is. I want outta here!"

....is rather immature and it shows.

You'll never be able to "outta here" unless you have reached solid bottom, head first. (keeping it "clear" while doing it, in Texas or Timbuktu alike).

Hello Yanni,

It has been a very exhaustive week of toil and I am only now finding time to respond.
Yes, I believe my “outta here” was a tad too colloquial, but I hope you can understand the momentary lapse in mature dialogue given the bizarre circumstances surrounding me at the bar.

Fortunately, I have never experienced the bottom of a steaming heap head first while attempting to maintain a clear perspective. I should think that one would be in want of goggles and a mask if they were to indulge themselves.
Your reference to Timbuktu made me realize that I left out roughly 200 years of detail between that glorious night on the Llano Estacado in 1541 to Salzburg Austria in 1763.

Coronado and the remaining conquistadors retraced their route back to Mexico. Coronado had fully intended to return to Spain and present the music to King Charles I of Spain, but he was detained by the distilled attributes of the native Agave plant. He was found dead, wasted away in Mexico City with the frozen concoction in one hand and a salt shaker in the other. In spite of his altered mental capacities, Coronado had enough forethought to send the wind born scores to his most trusted lieutenant; Miguel Cervantes. Lt. Cervantes returned to Spain in the region of S____ and gave the music to a Franciscan monk by the name of B_____ S____. BS placed the music in the sepulcher of a famous knight who hailed from the region of La Mancha.

Here the music remained until 1760, when a group of raiding Jesuits from Austria sacked the village and pilfered the knight’s sepulcher. Given the Jesuits passion for music, the discovery of the waxed sheets was a momentous occasion. The music was immediately returned to Salzburg and placed in the hands of the aforementioned manufacturer of composers.

Here is an interesting image from Wikipedia; a portrait of the young Mozart in the early stages of construction.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3f/Wolfgang-amadeus-mozart_2.jpg/180px-Wolfgang-amadeus-mozart_2.jpg

Note the hand placed under the lapel. It is rumored that Mozart was in the process of copying some of the music when the painter suddenly entered the room. Mozart hastily shoved the music under his coat and remained in that position for the portrait.

Now for some music:

Piano Concerto No. 21, K 467:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNX8QH6hstQ

And here’s Coronado’s coup de grace:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUTf5qvS0Lo

yanni

09-19-2009, 11:39 PM

Cityslicker,

I really enjoyed your creative piece and could not help but parallel its - freely flowing-scatological content with Mozart's own( a rarely mentioned peculiarity he allegedly developed late in life).

Goggles, mask, gin chasers, whatever, safety first by all means!

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-20-2009, 02:48 PM

Yanni,

I'm happy that you enjoyed it, but it is history that deserves the credit. I am only the messenger.
It is funny how sometimes truth can be stranger than fiction.

Gilliatt

yanni

09-21-2009, 01:15 AM

Fiction simply cannot catch up with reality's fast evolving perplexity.

(I already gave my cudos to "history")

Heh-heh!

Musicology

09-22-2009, 06:46 AM

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, having just composed an opera before breakfast, having written down from memory an entire mass, and having dozens of keyboard pupils, has decided to take a short break from his amazing adventures but promises to follow this demonstration of his genius by becoming one of the greatest piano virtuosos of all time. (The fact that nobody in Vienna knew anything about these abilities during the time when Mozart actually lived there is incidental). The fact that the said Mozart never spent a day in any school in his entire life, never studied music at any school under any teacher, nor ever studied composition for even a single month in his short life must not be used to call his myth and his achievements into question. Since everyone 'knows' the European music industry and the publishing industry would never lie to us. And we all know the history of music is safely in the hands of the European aristocracy. Who fund the writing of textbooks and whose knowlege must surely be far superior to us mortals. The rest, as they say, is academic. And, has it not been 'proved' by decades of advertising that the music of Mozart increases the yields of tomato growers, and also increases the intelligence of young babies ? Every educated person knows such 'facts'.

Tangled webs are weaved in defence of the amazing and continued control of the Mozart story on our education. But the real story is simple enough. It's a story of cultural deception, cultural control, academically supported mythology and the suppression of entire chunks of musical/cultural history. These replaced by the grinning 'genius' of the Salzburgian icon we all know today. And, as for reality, well, isn't real life more boring ?

As the trailer to the film, 'Amadeus' tells us, 'Everything you've heard is true'. So that settles it, right ?

I dare to suggest a lady working behind the checkout at a supermarket knows more, usually, of culture, of history and of human nature than the aristocratic patrons of Salzburg.

Regards

Robert Newman

Gilliatt Gurgle

10-01-2009, 11:29 PM

...The fact that the said Mozart never spent a day in any school in his entire life, never studied music at any school under any teacher, nor ever studied composition for even a single month in his short life...

And, has it not been 'proved' by decades of advertising that the music of Mozart increases the yields of tomato growers, and also increases the intelligence of young babies ? Every educated person knows such 'facts'.

Musicology,

While I am beginning to accept the fact that Mozart was clueless regarding music and that his notoriety was entirely manufactured, albeit I am a follower of the Coronado / Cerventes / marauding Jesuits / Johann van Beethoven manufacturing process, I have to disagree with your comment regarding our puppet’s lack of schooling.

According to my sources, I am told that Mozart was home schooled during his formative years in Salzburg, by Leopold and a hermit by the name of Andiamo from Azpeitia Spain.

By the way, let me pause for a moment to mention that my sources are none other than the Terrier and Dusty, back in Dumas, whom I had recently discovered on a popular online literature based Forums.

Andiamo was a brother in the St. Maximus hermitage located in the caves formed in the cliffs just to the northwest of the city. Andiamo’s presence in the Salzburg hermitage was a result of a hermit lend lease program established between Austria and Spain. Andiamo would descend the cliffs Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings to teach the “three R’s” (Read’n, Rite’n and Rithmatic) to the homeschooled children of Salzburg and its environs. Leopold volunteered his spacious Geburtshaus for all the children to gather for their lessons.
It should be mentioned that during the latter part of the eighteenth century, homeschooling was becoming a popular alternative to the Jesuit controlled public schools of the time. Many conservatives throughout the Bible belt region of Europe had grown despondent with the secular and humanistic curriculum of the Jesuits.

We found that Coronado’s music does wonders for cotton here in Texas. It is a common sight to see amplifiers lining the edges of cotton fields out west, pumping out the wonderful tunes plagiarized by Mozart.

Gilliatt

Musicology

10-20-2009, 07:15 AM

Great ! All you have to do is find people who can confirm this. LOL.

(We can all write nonsense. It's the easiest way to conceal our ignorance).

Regards

yanni

10-20-2009, 12:41 PM

Hi Gilliat,

As you seem to know all about Texas and relevant vegetation, can you please advise if the famous wild "Yellow rose" still grows there?

Somewhere, somehow, subconciously, I link them with Sam Houston, aka The Raven, but I am propably wrong!

Cheers.

Gilliatt Gurgle

10-21-2009, 07:38 AM

“Is he still alive?... Yes; but only by a “thread”.
“I understand the kind Athenian and the Conspiracy Host dragged him up together.”
“Should we call a Priest?"
"Only if he is Eastern Orthodox”
“But the nearest one is nearly 40 Km away!”
“St. Luke is among the guild, he can pray over him”
“Yes, yes!, that should be sufficient”
(aside) “God, I hope he’s not a Jesuit!”

Great ! All you have to do is find people who can confirm this. LOL.

(We can all write nonsense. It's the easiest way to conceal our ignorance).

Regards

Ah, but as the saying goes; “ignorance is bliss” and I am languishing in mine, sipping on the fruit of the Rhine.
Content in the fact that I have nothing to neither prove nor disprove, my sources have already been found and revealed, convincing me of the irrefutable facts regarding the true origins of Mozart’s music! The gauntlet has been thrown down. I challenge you or any other conspiracy theorist who doubts the Coronado line of fabrication, to produce evidence refuting the Coronado method. I too believed it to be nonsense at first, but now I am a firm believer.

In the meantime, the wind chimes outside indicate that the wind is up, so I shall venture outside, relax in the windswept Bouteloua curtipendula “Sideoats Grama” (The Texas state grass) and sooth my bad addled brain with some plagiarized music.

Now, for those who desire the truth and thirst for more facts, my Dumas sources are eager to share many more details regarding the manifestation of Coronado’s music into Mozart’s own.

Hi Gilliat,

As you seem to know all about Texas and relevant vegetation, can you please advise if the famous wild "Yellow rose" still grows there?

Somewhere, somehow, subconciously, I link them with Sam Houston, aka The Raven, but I am propably wrong!

Cheers.

Yanni,

The yellow rose of Texas still thrives in plant form, song and in the legendary seductress Emily West. Miss West was able to distract General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna just long enough to allow the Raven to swoop down and conquer the Mexican forces at present day San Jacinto. Santa Anna was…how shall we say?... caught with his pants down. You might be interested in the biography of Sam Houston written by Marquis James.

A quote on the book liner:

“An eagle swooped down near my head, and then, soaring aloft with wildest screams, was lost in the rays of the setting sun…I knew then that a great destiny waited for me in the West” - Sam Houston recalling a turning point in his life.

But alas, we digress as these events have no direct correlation to origins of Mozart’s music.

Gilliatt

yanni

10-21-2009, 10:58 AM

Gilliatt Gurgle

10-22-2009, 09:48 PM

...never more! (Edgar AllEn Poe for Sam Houston, in case you missed it)

If you do have to quote Wikipedia, grant the poor girl her full name (E.W.Morgan) and add a few more details on her "yellow"- skin- colour whence, allegedly, the Texas "Rose".

This select "historic detail" by Wiki comes second however to the wonderfull image-in same article- of Santa Anna running about San Jacintho, allegedly, without his pants.

Yanni,

It is possible that we are both correct. Our Lone Star heroine’s name was Emily West but was also referred to as Emily Morgan in reference to James Morgan. The attached link to The Handbook of Texas online will explain in more detail:

http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/WW/fwe41.html#

After thumbing through James’s biography, I learned how Sam Houston acquired the sobriquet; “Raven”. Houston lived among the Cherokee Indians at an early stage in his life and was given the name “Col-lon-neh” (Raven) by the Chief Ol-loo-te-ka. This is found in Chapter II; Part 5.

Now, if you will allow me to shift gears and get back on the Mozart trail, I thought you might find the following attachment interesting:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Coronado_expedition.jpg

If you look closely you can just make out the present day city of Amarillo. It is just below the word “APACHE” in red. Dumas is located north of Amarillo along Coronado’s return route from present day Kansas, where he had met with yet another failed attempt to find gold.

Gilliatt

yanni

10-22-2009, 11:50 PM

"Lone" and "Yellow" star?

Here is something that might interest you on the subject:

Addendum "The Raven"

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Rejoice, friends, the end is nigh, of this Poe Announcement at least!

No Poe paper can considered finished without some reference to The Raven. For personal reasons, least of which language, I shall address it using a quiz type outline!

As 1981 Rice graduate Elizabeth Crook said "we call these war stories the 'horribler' stories, meaning 'My story is horribler than your story.' Everyone thinks he or she has the 'horriblest' story of all, but they don't. Because I do."

Sorry, Lizie, mine is!

The Raven Quiz

1. Is it true that "Kala'nu" in cherokee means The Raven whereas "Καλά.... νού" is a modern greek expression usually said for someone with bird-like mental capabilities? (A slow, up and down, head nod usually accompanies "Καλά.... νού" or, conditions allowing, the head may rest on the speakers's palm, Rodin's "thinker" like)
2. Why do people insist calling Edgar "Allan" Poe?
3. Why did the US congress decide, 1901, to buy the Ellis & Allan trading Co archive?
4. Is it true that Frances "Allan", Edgar's mother, died a month or so after Kala'nu's marriage to John Allen's daughter Eliza at Allenwood, Gallatin, Tennessee?
5. Is it true that another Allenwood existed in Monmouth Co, New Jersey, so named after a famous filibustering captain Sam Allen?
6. Is it true that John "Allan", Edgar's foster father and John Allen, Andrew Jackson's top lieutenant were one and the same person?
7. Is it true that there was "another" captain John Allen (Kirby) and "yet another" captain John "M." Allen (with a brother "Augustus C.", the two known as Houston town founders), all enlisted in the "Texas navy"?
8. Is it true that "peripatetic lawyer, filibusterer and land speculator" John Allen and his brother congressman Robert had their family bibles printed by Matthew Carey in Baltimore, 1808-9?
9. Is it true that Sam Houston and Galveston's first mayor, John M.Allen, were at eachother's troats 1842-1843?
10. Is it true that Sam Houston let go of Texas (having done the same to "his" wise Cherokees earlier) 1844 and that The Raven was first published immediately after?

If your answer to all the above is "Yes" and if your eyeballs have not been pecked off yet, dear reader, you should then be able to interpret Edgar's "The Raven".

Cheers!

Emily West and the other "artisans", btw, were most propably previously employed at a "certain" Allen "establishment" in New York.

Gilliatt Gurgle

10-24-2009, 09:07 AM

Brilliant!, but where did you come up with that!? I am particularly amused at the imagery created by item 1. Your quiz has forced me to brew up another pot of joe; this is gunna take all week’in to figg’r out. It smells of another conspiratorial manufacturing process, perhaps a concerto? Or better yet-dueling banjos (Mozart versus the Raven):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uzae_SqbmDE&feature=related

Notice the gas pump attendant doing a jig at about 3:00 min in. He has a striking resemblance to the dung loader back in Dumas.

Speaking of Dumas, here’s another “dropping” in the Mozart prairie of evidence. The following link includes an excerpt regarding the St. Maximus hermitage mentioned earlier in the thread.

http://austriaroadways.blogspot.com/2009/10/salzburg-st-peters-hermitage-probably.html

As mentioned previously, it was from this hermitage that Andiamo would descend to educate Mozart along with the other children, thus refuting the claim that Mozart was not educated.

By the way, I was chatting with the shaman last night and he mentioned that the bar received their typical monthly shipment of Marillenschnaps from Salzburg, but this time the order included a box of Mozartkugel chocolates. Brings to mind, the adage; “life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re going to get” – kind of like this thread!

Gilliatt

yanni

10-24-2009, 10:24 AM

If you are not able to answer with yes all the quiz questions, it's because of #2 and 3. (I was in a hurry at the time and I did not check my post thru)!

They should read:

2.Do you know why do people insist calling Edgar "Allan" Poe?
3. Do you know why the US Congress decided, 1901, to buy the Ellis & Allan trading Co archive?

"Kala'nu" (much like your “Col-lon-neh”) in the meantime has disappeared and is not to be found today via google anywhere, excepting my Poe thread, so you might as well skip #1.

Cheers.

Gilliatt Gurgle

11-01-2009, 12:46 PM

Another Halloween has passed and how fitting that we should be discussing Ravens, one of many iconic images synonymous with the night of fright. However, the past few months of this year we have witnessed the manufacture of the most frightful image known to us mortal souls, or at least among us Americans since we seem to over indulge ourselves on the occasion of all hallows eve.
A burgeoning conspiratorial specter has reared its ugly head, lurking about, silhouetted by the silver light of the gibbous moon, waxing on about the many masks of Mozart. It is a poltergeist continually poking and prodding us while we try to remain “comfortably numb”, wrapped in our quilt of simple knowledge imparted to us by the sisterhood of the 12 inch ruler. The tick marks by which we measure the facts of Mozart have been embedded in our palms and the realm our skulls.
Throughout the night the Mozartgeist and the great Sith Lord-Ignatius of Azpeitia and their disembodied cronies; Gluck, Voltaire, Jacques de Molay, Diderot, The brothers Grimm, Vanhal, Josef Mysliveček (aka “The Moravian Monster”), von Paradis, Luchesi, JC Bach, Niemetscheck, Cagliostro, Casanova, Don Juan, Lorenzo da Ponte and last but certainly not least-Rousseau (aka St. Germain, Abbe Raynal, Abby Hoffman, Grimm, Jim Morrison, Chastellux, Cocchi),… whew…encircle our homes, ransack our closets, infiltrate forums and ooze out of faucets.

I awoke this morning to witness the rose fingered dawn shedding its serene and peaceful light upon my lawn, bearing witness to the fact that I survived the night. Heading out to greet the sun, I stepped on a Mozartkrugel that fell out of my son’s burlap booty bag. While gnawing on the manufactured delight, my attention was drawn to a mysterious image attached to the front door.
On the back were the words “Mozartgeist war hier” :

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/IMG_1328.jpg

Here is a little Halloween fugue:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSAvIhOQVgU&feature=related

Yanni,
Now back to the Raven interlude.
I will answer yes to nos. 2 and 3 based on the following:

Following the death of Poe’s mother, the father having died prior, Poe was adopted by a John Allan and his childless wife. “Allan” refers to the adopted surname of John Allan ?

The Ellis and Allan Trading company archives include Box No. 1-438 which includes “poems, letters and other items pertaining to Edgar Allan Poe”. ? Congress did not want the documents to fall into the hands of neo enlightenment sympathizers?

Incidentally, I let an important date in history slip by without a mention; October 22, 1836 was the official date that the Raven took the reigns of presidency over the new Republic of Texas. The Raven’s term ended on April 16, 1839.

Gilliatt

yanni

11-01-2009, 01:28 PM

Another Halloween has passed and how fitting that we should be discussing Ravens.....I stepped on a Mozartkrugel that fell out of my son’s burlap booty bag. While gnawing on the manufactured delight, my attention was drawn to a mysterious image attached to the front door.
On the back were the words “Mozartgeist war hier” :

Yanni,
Now back to the Raven interlude.
I will answer yes to nos. 2 and 3 based on the following:

Following the death of Poe’s mother, the father having died prior, Poe was adopted by a John Allan and his childless wife. “Allan” refers to the adopted surname of John Allan ?

The Ellis and Allan Trading company archives include Box No. 1-438 which includes “poems, letters and other items pertaining to Edgar Allan Poe”. ? Congress did not want the documents to fall into the hands of neo enlightenment sympathizers?

Incidentally, I let an important date in history slip by without a mention; October 22, 1836 was the official date that the Raven took the reigns of presidency over the new Republic of Texas. The Raven’s term ended on April 16, 1839.

Gilliatt

Ah, yes, but answering #2 and #3 in conventional(antireformist) manner, prevents you from continuing the quiz to the end!

....and btw, you also let another recent Poe celebration date slip by (the 200 years of his alleged birth-still unfounded historicaly btw, like his death).

Friendly advise: Stick to Mozartkugeln stinkies and participate next in Naked Pumpkin Runs if need arises!

Chase grimm away, and lots of gluck to you too!

:angel:

Gilliatt Gurgle

12-05-2009, 12:31 PM

“Beautiful flames in shades of blue and green” flicker on the ceiling and walls that frame the hearth, breaking up the dim yellow wash of the faltering artificial light.
Illuminati perhaps?
My corner of Texas finally received its first shot of cold weather. You guessed it; a blue norther had blown through, followed by a brief snow fall. Hot diggity dawg! my first opportunity to toss a few of those Dumas patties on the fire! It has been a challenge keeping the chips dry since I brought them home this past September.
Now I can sit comfortably in my fireside chair, feet propped up on the mantel, a liter of Marillenschnaps in one hand, a copy of “Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds” in the other while listening to…no, not Coronado…but the King of Texas Swing:

Here is a sampling:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGKvobvlnMU&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmfo5h_AX9w&feature=related

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/BobWills.jpg

Hello all, or to the one or two reading this. It has been quiet on the Mozart front until recently when I started noticing a flurry of Forum fodder from the Dumas gang. Apparently their ears have been burning the past couple weeks as a result of new Mozart garble they picked up from Europe on their HAM radios. A new name had surfaced that made the “Terrier” quite agitated. The Dumas boys heard the name “Hummel” mentioned several times adding that he was “boastful”. Terrier had never heard of this Hummel in his Coronado line of research. I learned from the Terrier that Hummel had become quite successful in manufacturing porcelain figurines that served as a front to transfer bootlegged copies of Coronado’s music inside.
My mother was very fond of Hummel dolls. I purchased one for her many years ago while passing through Koln.

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/HummelDoll.jpg

Until now, I would never have fathomed that Hummel; a master at manufacturing porcelain dolls also had a hand in the manufacture of Mozart.

Henry the VIII was also heard among the chatter. Henry the VIII’s great grandson Herman Noone, had become a grand hermit blessed with a wonderful operatic voice. Herman hand picked four other musically talented acolytes, one of which carried a magic flute, to join him in sharing God’s message through music and minstrelsy travelling throughout Europe. The entourage became quite popular eventually acquiring the moniker of “Herman’s Hermits”.

Enjoy these two pieces:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsCeVdCDqjE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOEn6ruJRck&feature=related

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/HermansHermits.jpg

Herman and his hermit’s joined a pilgrimage to St. _______ in Bonn Germany. While in Bonn, the minstrels met up with Johann von Beethoven and Hummel. Hummel and Beethoven handed over a sack of porcelain dolls to the unsuspecting hermits, knowing that Salzburg was the next stop for the pilgrimage. The hermits would soon meet up with Andiamo at St. Maximus and take over the education of the young Mozart, but we’ll save the details of that encounter for another chapter in the manufactured history of our young plagiarizing Austrian cyborg.

In the meantime, I better stoke up the flames of my fire to reduce the amount of smoke. There’s a group of Freemasons doing some pro bono work on my neighbor’s wall. It would seem that the stench suspended in the cold morning air intermingled with the hoarfrost, is causing them some discomfort.

Gilliatt

yanni

12-07-2009, 06:55 AM

Put out the (Alexander) Dumas patties fire immediately (you risk another Copenhagen round) and give the probono bros a piece of Bach to listen (they kinda lost their interest in reform music) to calm their nerves!

The Copenhagen Communiqué is an initiative of The Prince of Wales's Corporate Leaders' Group on Climate Change which is run by The University of Cambridge Programme for Sustainability Leadership.

Why "sustainability" I wonder?

Gilliatt Gurgle

12-13-2009, 12:09 PM

Yanni,

Your reference to Alexander Dumas prompted me to further research the history of Dumas, the city and to see if there was any correlation between the two. Louis Dumas founded the city in the early 1890’s, but there is no apparent relationship to Alexander other than an extremely remote connection that Rowdy informed of regarding a local rancher that acquired three new horses. The rancher named the horses Athos, Porthos and Aramis.

The following link will provide more details:

http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/DD/hed6.html

Later that day the weather improved to the point that I was able to open a window allowing some fresh air into the house. I placed a speaker by the window with the intent to spin one of my Bach LP’s to calm the Freemasons nerves as you suggested, but it turned out to be pointless due to the fact that my neighbor was already entertaining them with an a-cappella rendition of Floyd-“…just another brick in the wall…”

There has been much discussion over the past few years regarding the affects of livestock flatulent emissions on global warming (GW). And while there may be a case for the gas, I don’t believe the burning of the solids, which is essentially patties of grass, would have any more of an impact on GW than burnt emissions from grass fires that occur naturally, ignited by lightning strikes.

Texas has suffered a marked increase in flooding due to methane induced GW along with the El Chico phenomenon. Even the music industry has been impacted:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWLw7nozO_U&feature=related

Not sure if you appreciate this type of music, but as a personal aside, I was fortunate enough to see the late Great Stevie Ray Vaughn perform with The Who at a concert back in the 1980’s.

Gilliatt

Musicology

12-13-2009, 12:31 PM

Whatever is genuine will have its counterfeits. Only the other day I tried to get twenty pounds (of silver) by cashing in a British banknote of that value, Twenty Pounds, at the Bank of England in London. Pointing out to the astonished staff that this banknote clearly says -

'I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of £20 sterling'. And 'sterling' is, in banking legalise, real silver.

I even showed that the note contains the signature and a promise made to me by none other than the Chief Cashier of the Bank of England.

After pointing these things out to the amused receptionist and passing the banknote note over for my payout I took a seat there in the lobby and waited for the reaction, explaining that I had arrived to collect my promised twenty pounds of sterling (silver).

The next thing that happened was a silent pause of some minutes. Followed by the appearance of a security officer who arrived (complete with a cellphone in his hand) to explain that he was under instructions to gently escort me out of the premises, on the grounds that I was disrupting the business of the bank.

When I explained that I was only coming to redeem a legal promise made to me by the Chief Cashier of the Bank himself it was explained to me that the local pharmacy could assist me more than the Bank of England.

This adventure ended with me returning home to play some Bach. A touch of reality in a world full of counterfeits and corporate bankers. Or, if you prefer, an analogue antidote to this digital world.

:angel:

yanni

12-13-2009, 01:38 PM

My relation to music is somewhat peculiar, Gilliat, in view of the fact that I was shocked by its strength during a family gathering (all musicians and singers, including my elderly grandmother, an ex primadona who still sang an excellent russian "Occi Tsornia" -xcuse my spelling-that almost knocked me out) in post civil war Athens, around 1950, and decided, then and there, to avoid music because of its weakening(!) influence on six year old me. Nevertheless I love and listen occasionaly 60-70s greek music, written always in "Gluck's" style, ie music seconding lyrics. The presen "cultural state" here is terrible like everywherelse.

The whole GW thing is hot gas, imo, not because human action does not pollute but because they are all at it again, playing "Saviour" and selling it to the masses for profit.

An abundance of gas, natural or not, all available for good use!.

Copenhagen Forum Sees Natural Gas (ONLY?) as Key to Transitioning to a Low-Carbon Economy (COPENHAGEN, Dec. 12)

Cheers.

yanni

12-13-2009, 01:43 PM

Vivere pericolosamente, Viva Villa (Pancho), Viva!

Whatever is genuine will have its counterfeits. Only the other day I tried to get twenty pounds (of silver) by cashing in a British banknote of that value, Twenty Pounds, at the Bank of England in London. Pointing out to the astonished staff that this banknote clearly says -

'I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of £20 sterling'. And 'sterling' is, in banking legalise, real silver.

I even showed that the note contains the signature and a promise made to me by none other than the Chief Cashier of the Bank of England.

After pointing these things out to the amused receptionist and passing the banknote note over for my payout I took a seat there in the lobby and waited for the reaction, explaining that I had arrived to collect my promised twenty pounds of sterling (silver).

The next thing that happened was a silent pause of some minutes. Followed by the appearance of a security officer who arrived (complete with a cellphone in his hand) to explain that he was under instructions to gently escort me out of the premises, on the grounds that I was disrupting the business of the bank.

When I explained that I was only coming to redeem a legal promise made to me by the Chief Cashier of the Bank himself it was explained to me that the local pharmacy could assist me more than the Bank of England.

This adventure ended with me returning home to play some Bach. A touch of reality in a world full of counterfeits and corporate bankers. Or, if you prefer, an analogue antidote to this digital world.

:angel:

Musicology

12-14-2009, 01:01 PM

From, 'Chronicles and Perilous Adventures of the Late British Empire' - Volume 24. (An unpublished and irreverent view of England and its Oligarchs', 2009). :wave:

Vivere pericolosamente, Viva Villa (Pancho), Viva!

Musicology

12-14-2009, 01:14 PM

It is one of the predictable marvels of human existence that a person, having been educated to believe that what is really fiction must surely be real, and having conformed to these fictions to obtain some merit with society, and having expelled from himself the fair and reasonable solution to his difficulties being due to human nature itself, does fill his mind (this newly vacated by the vacuum which comes with his unbelief) with fantasies, these in direct scale and proportion to the quantity and quality of his misinformation. Since, as everyone knows, what is simplistic must therefore be true. And, if it is not so, he is not interested.

Another Halloween has passed and how fitting that we should be discussing Ravens, one of many iconic images synonymous with the night of fright. However, the past few months of this year we have witnessed the manufacture of the most frightful image known to us mortal souls, or at least among us Americans since we seem to over indulge ourselves on the occasion of all hallows eve.
A burgeoning conspiratorial specter has reared its ugly head, lurking about, silhouetted by the silver light of the gibbous moon, waxing on about the many masks of Mozart. It is a poltergeist continually poking and prodding us while we try to remain “comfortably numb”, wrapped in our quilt of simple knowledge imparted to us by the sisterhood of the 12 inch ruler. The tick marks by which we measure the facts of Mozart have been embedded in our palms and the realm our skulls.
Throughout the night the Mozartgeist and the great Sith Lord-Ignatius of Azpeitia and their disembodied cronies; Gluck, Voltaire, Jacques de Molay, Diderot, The brothers Grimm, Vanhal, Josef Mysliveček (aka “The Moravian Monster”), von Paradis, Luchesi, JC Bach, Niemetscheck, Cagliostro, Casanova, Don Juan, Lorenzo da Ponte and last but certainly not least-Rousseau (aka St. Germain, Abbe Raynal, Abby Hoffman, Grimm, Jim Morrison, Chastellux, Cocchi),… whew…encircle our homes, ransack our closets, infiltrate forums and ooze out of faucets.

I awoke this morning to witness the rose fingered dawn shedding its serene and peaceful light upon my lawn, bearing witness to the fact that I survived the night. Heading out to greet the sun, I stepped on a Mozartkrugel that fell out of my son’s burlap booty bag. While gnawing on the manufactured delight, my attention was drawn to a mysterious image attached to the front door.
On the back were the words “Mozartgeist war hier” :

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/IMG_1328.jpg

Here is a little Halloween fugue:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSAvIhOQVgU&feature=related

Yanni,
Now back to the Raven interlude.
I will answer yes to nos. 2 and 3 based on the following:

Following the death of Poe’s mother, the father having died prior, Poe was adopted by a John Allan and his childless wife. “Allan” refers to the adopted surname of John Allan ?

The Ellis and Allan Trading company archives include Box No. 1-438 which includes “poems, letters and other items pertaining to Edgar Allan Poe”. ? Congress did not want the documents to fall into the hands of neo enlightenment sympathizers?

Incidentally, I let an important date in history slip by without a mention; October 22, 1836 was the official date that the Raven took the reigns of presidency over the new Republic of Texas. The Raven’s term ended on April 16, 1839.

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

12-18-2009, 06:51 PM

Whatever is genuine will have its counterfeits...

My relation to music is somewhat peculiar, Gilliat, in view of the fact that I was shocked by its strength during a family gathering
...An abundance of gas, natural or not, all available for good use!.

Vivere pericolosamente, Viva Villa (Pancho), Viva!

From, 'Chronicles and Perilous Adventures of the Late British Empire' - Volume 24.

It is one of the predictable marvels of human existence...

Great Gluck!! Gentlemen please come in, come in…oooh careful Yanni, watch your step, I have a high threshold. To what do I owe the honor of your visit? This is such an unexpected pleasure. Panza, please, you must come and meet the world renown musicologists; Yanni from Athens and Count Robert of Paris…bless me, sorry about that, I was just reading the Waverly novels. Let’s make that Robert Musicology from London. Allow me to introduce my butler Panza Villa, he will collect your coats, hats and canes. You’ll find that Panza is headstrong and prideful being a descendent of Pancho Villa, but we must whisper when we speak of him around these parts or you’ll have Pershing turning in his grave!

Gentlemen please sit down; Yanni you may take the Cocchi lounge, Robert may take the Breuer “Wassily” and I shall have the Barcelona. We must talk my friends about music, counterfeits, the enlightenment and Venetian blinds, but first, a hot toddy to raise in a toast so that we may warm the cockles of our souls and disperse the clouds of confusion in your minds. Here’s to Mozart!…oh, excuse me Musicology I notice a grimace. Please forgive me. Perhaps Coronado is a bit more palatable. I believe we can all drink to Coronado, yes?

Gentlemen, let me begin by first saluting each of you in your tireless efforts in educating the masses to your perception of the tangled web of eighteenth century music and all the arachnids involved traversing the thin strands of facts. Your recent influx of communiqués has Dumas in a state of turmoil since there has been absolutely no mention of or even a slight nod to Coronado in your exhaustive treatise.

Panza, please be so kind as to turn down the Milli Vinilli while we chat. In fact, would you please switch to Dvorak and then take a moment to prepare a few morsels for our road weary guests? Perhaps some Stroganov seared in Smirnoff, a side of Figgie pudding, stuffed olives and Melomakarona for desert.

http://music.aol.com/photo-galleries/shocking-concert-moments/milli-vanilli-lip-sync-scandal

Yanni,
I would suspect the shock has worn off and in fact you look back quite fondly on those family gatherings. Sounds like a wonderful time to me.

Perhaps the natural gas can be harnessed in such a way to serve the aeronautical industry:
Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5akEgsZSfhg

http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ngkJ1cx4WAgCrM:http://terriafirmaproductions.com/images/The-Fifth-Dimension-Star-Dancing---Se-359284.jpg

Musicology,
I enjoyed your anecdote, particularly the line about the pharmacy. Perhaps you can redeem that banknote over here in Virginia City, Nevada. Beware of the counterfeits though, which typically comprise of lead ingots coated in silver enamel.

Here’s another entirely random selection from the “5th Dimension” that came back to haunt me when I searched for the “Up Up and Away”. This one is really out there!
Enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LANwIgpha7k&feature=related

Gilliatt

yanni

12-19-2009, 04:02 AM

Yes, funny isn't it: The world getting smaller but thresholds are growing taller.....must be the architect's fault, building on ancient classical plans all over the place....

....and, yes, again, but with compliments this time: Expert eyes only can see parallels between Panza and Pancho, lead and tungsten, while...

...the possibility of exploiting the high gas content in shale capillaries is being disputed as of late and, while the methane production of garbage bins worldwide has yet to be harnessed, scientists are now hoping the last "Fit to Stick" model of PPG(personal portable gasometer) will no more be rejected by carriers like the previous "Fit to Enjoy"** model.

Thus coming to local greek news:

While the new administration desperately seeks some 8 billion euros to plug the gap of coming year's budget, nobody-but the people-says a word on the about 20 billion spent for 2004 Olympics that dilated said gap...to the benefit of.....

...Flying pigs and their flu: Less than 20% from some two million doses in stock have been used so far but the declining rate of trusting volunteers now forces governement officials chose between cancelling the next batch of another two million doses* ordered or quatrapling relative promotion campaign funds....

...which brings us to conclude as per title!

Cheers.

*Today's news revealed 16 million shots were ordered in total (ie only about 2-3% have been used on the injuns thus far). Another 160 million US$ down the drain.
**But there are positive news too, exclusively for Poe decoders however: Kokorin(-ov) saved the (gas-)prom party in Copenhagen today!

Musicology

12-19-2009, 08:08 AM

Dear Gilliat Gurgle,

Thank you for your input on the role of fakes and misinformation within the history of western music. In these matters of culture (so-called) such unwelcome things as hypocrisy, exaggeration, falsehood, duplicity, forgery and fraud are unwelcome guests when we are reading textbooks on music, opera, and achievement in the arts as a whole. As unwelcome as these things are in our studies of literature, painting, sculpture, scientific discovery, and in the reputations, in fact, of many of the secular gods and heroes of our civilization. But these faults in human nature are today recognised by everyone to be big factors in fields such as international banking, high finance, politics, share dealing, government (local and national) and in virtually any other area of human activity. So that what we call the 'history of art' or literature or of music, has, in truth, largely been constructed on the fabulous reputations of manufactured individuals such as Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven, these serving as icons of our western culture (and I will add William Shakespeare to the literary list along with many others) which are only as as useful as they are useless. These icons patronised till now by ancestors of those who first patronised them in the first place. So that we, if we live on Easter Island, are surrounded by demi-gods who tower over our 'education' and are really as corrupt as the rest of mankind. But the fact of our state is hidden, unwelcome, and is even, routinely, suppressed. With we as a vital part of this process.

We escape, only with difficulty, from being as pagan, and as barbaric, as the ancient pagans themselves. Since we (like them) deify men whom we have carved in stone and whose legendary achievements we teach to students as coming from the greatest of men. When they were each, in actual fact, as corrupt as bankers, as any politician or mediaeval pope in their careers. This act of self-deception is of course an unwelcome feature of 'education' in these studies of culture. One which we ignore at our peril. Since we may spend our entire life proving the truth of it, and learn nothing more than when we first began.

We arrive at the inescapable fact that the great works of art owe as much to groups of people who are largely unknown to us, to networks of people whose names we hardly know and whom we care not to know, to the input of entire groups of people who were working behind the scenes to build their reputations as we do to these revered individuals themselves. So this cult of individualism which we see as one of the main features of western art and culture leads to deification of these individuals in the form of a pantheon and is a process of half-truth, at best. When, in fact, the careers and talents of men such as Mozart, and of Shakespeare, and of many other 'great' artists were founded on unwelcome facts and realities which any revision of the actual evidence will inevitably bring to us. But this is the hardest, most basic, and the most simple lesson of them all.

It is not the manufacture of Mozart's career which amazes us. It's that an entire industry exists and flourishes which says the very opposite.

Gilliatt Gurgle

01-16-2010, 02:06 PM

Mozartgeist haunted our minds
Ransacked our closets
Infiltrated Forums
And oozed out of faucets

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1328.jpg

The shaman from Dumas, a taster of humus,
exorcized the specter of conspiracy.
With a bottle of schnapps he struck his kopf
now transformed for all to touch and see

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1341.jpg

Biding his time at a gulag in Texas,
reflections of a ghost are obscure.
The Mozartgeist caught in a heist
stolen facts left the masses unsure.

“Sing Me Back Home”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zN5d4TY-wHM&feature=related

A Papal bull arrives from Rome
yoked with a solemn decree;
a pile of coals shall tickle your soles
born of burnt oak and hickory.

The Phantom of the Opera - "No One Would Listen"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1xHirK4k5U&feature=related

Extradited to Spain at Innocent’s command
The Man of La Mancha on New Year’s Day.
Sancho sells magnets, tee shirts and buttons
Profiting from the auto de fe…

__________________________________________
Described as follows: (imagine the following in the voice of the Brother from Monty Python’s “Holy Grail” in the holy hand grenade scene)

Three slabs of oak shall be placed equilaterally on three points from each other
i.e., a triangle.
The distance between the oaken slabs shall be one and a half arms length apart.
Neither more nor no less than one and a half shall they be.
If they be placed at three that is too far.
If placed at one that is too little, for it is one and a half they shall be.
The stake on which to bake, shall be centered in the triangle formed by the aforementioned oaken slabs placed one and a half arm’s length apart.
The stake on which to bake shall therefore, be buttressed by split logs of oak and hickory.

The musical heretic shall then be lashed to the stake on which to bake with bailing wire from Texas.
The heretic will thus be doused with one liter of diesel accelerant.
A symbolic juniper shall stand next to the fryer on his funeral pyre.
Six Roman candles shall be used to ignite the fryer and must be distributed thus:
One to a hermit from St. Maximus
Two to two Freemason’s
Two to two Jesuits from Azpetia
And one to the Illuminati
_____________________________________________

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1361.jpg

The time is nigh for someone to fry.
All eyes on Ivan, The Grand Inquisitor.
With the drop of his staff the sparks will fly,
igniting the evil conspirator.

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1365.jpg

Arthur Brown – “Fire”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOErZuzZpS8

Fully ablaze in perdition’s quest,
Dante’s Inferno is revealed.
Paradise Regained, no longer a pest.
Tortured minds will soon be healed.

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1367.jpg

It’s all over now return to your Forums.
The ashes of evil now born on the wind.
Drink in the streets, but keep good decorum
or a new plagiarist geist Ignatius will send.

“Agnus Dei Mozart Requiem”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKW9o_5jw6U

Gilliatt

yanni

01-16-2010, 04:12 PM

I raise my furcap-sobrero to salute you and cheer: Bravissimo, senor Dungloader!

Gilliatt Gurgle

01-23-2010, 11:08 AM

Yanni, thank you. I’m happy that you enjoyed it, but for god’s sake we must remain quiet. The reverberations from your audible clapping may collapse the tenuous firmament supported by the intricate lattice of eighteenth century phantoms.

With the burning of the Mozartgeist I fear that we have only awakened a sleeping giant. The Jesuit Sith Lord may cut the tethers to untold numbers of phantoms in the guise of eighteenth century Illuminators, Freemasons, Flat Earth propagandists, Venetians, Gothic period Gargoyles, global warmists, Franciscan marionettes, a pub owner from England, French revolutionaries and shape shifters all answering to a sundry of aliases.

In fact it may be too late, for look yonder beyond the birch copse. Towering cumulonimbus gather over the Forums where the burning was just held, gorging themselves on the manufactured words suspended on threads. Soon, critical mass will be attained resulting in a torrential rain of conspiracies.

"Riders on the Storm"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKbPUzhWeeI&feature=related

We have only one small hope to forestall the phantasmagorical onslaught. According to the Western Union I received from the Terrier, we must collect the ashes of the Mozartgeist and sprinkle some at the threshold of Mozart’s home in Salzburg, a portion shall go to the Fabio Luisi in Vienna for rosining bows and the remainder must be returned to Dumas and presented to the shaman.
The shaman will place a pinch between his cheek and gum and the remainder shall be thrown to the wayward currents playing out the measures of music on the sea of grass blanketing the Llano Estacado.

Oh, I nearly forgot, since we are here in La Mancha, I had promised my wife Boots of Spanish Leather -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Asjz6JjS4OQ&feature=related

Adios,

Gilliatt

yanni

01-23-2010, 12:24 PM

Gilliatt Gurgle

01-30-2010, 11:39 AM

Having replaced my computer early January (last one broke down December 22nd) I can return the courtesy.

Here is a old greek song by the name "Subtarranean birds" or "Poisoned times await":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbboHsBvJ5Q&feature=related

Adios to you too, gringo!

Yanni, thanks for sharing Του κάτω κόσμου τα πουλιά (Νίκος Δημητράτος). I truly enjoyed that, but the name “Subterranean Birds” or “Poisoned Times Await” has me scratching my head. As I watch this, I am reminded of your earlier response where you recalled the “shocking” days of your youth listening to your relatives sing and play. Does this video paint the picture of Yanni’s youth and could that be Yanni himself coming in at about 2:00 serving food to the family?

I would enjoy more traditional Greek music and songs if you have any.

Well, Yanni, looks like I better cut the chit chat. Your “Poisoned Times Await” is a perfect segue back to the sonata at hand. The missus is biting her nails in anticipation since I ended with a cliffhanger last week.
Aside (quietly): The missus is easily amused and besides she has no where else to turn for entertainment since I cut off her harlequin novel account.

Let’s see…where were we?...oh yes;

There is no time to waste, the next flight out of La Mancha leaves in one hour. I must get this urn back to the Dreary Beery, but first let us pour some of the ashes in this empty Copenhagen snuff tin for you. Hold on, I’m having trouble getting the lid off due to damage from the bombardment by the British.

http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:gCpEH9miicaVUM:http://buysmokelesstobaccocompany.com/smokeless_tobacco_brands/copenhagen_long_cut_smokeless_tobacco.jpg

My fiacre will arrive shortly and deliver you to Leopold’s Geburtshaus in Salzburg to sprinkle some of the ashes along the threshold. Don’t let Andiamo detain you. From Salzburg, you are to proceed directly to Wien to see Fabio Luisi. On the way to Vienna, you must remain vigilant especially on the low road between Bergern and Schrattenbruck, near the intersection at via Gioacchino Cocchi de la Gieseke. Lurking about this intersection is a blind Venetian who goes by the alias of Abbie Hoffmann but answers to “Guillaume Raynal”.

Raynal is a man of letters, most often seen etching them into the bark of trees along the low road. Pay close attention to the single letter carved on each tree. If the sequential order of letters spells out; “LONG LIVE THE JESUITS”, (heading east of course) we are truly in dire straights. On the other hand, if the letters spell out “CORONADO” then it is a sign that the auto de fe had some sway.
Of course you could just take the high road and avoid all of this.

I should be in Dumas by the time you arrive in Wien. These are dark times my friend, but I firmly believe that all will end well and the world will come to believe the true source of genius behind “Mozart’s” music.

We must leave now! The clouds are turning to Cumulonimbus mammantus.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7c/Mammatus-storm-clouds_San-Antonio.jpg/180px-Mammatus-storm-clouds_San-Antonio.jpg

Farewell,

Gilliatt

yanni

01-31-2010, 01:03 AM

Overtime, song titles are often "taken over" by another part of the lyrics the audience likes better, hence the two titles.

One should really ask and examine when, how and why the change in peoples view of things affected any song's title but I'd rather leave it alone for this one.

No, the video does not at all paint my youth (wasted in pursue of... etc etc) only my weak moments and music preferances eversince.

Here is another, with one and only title however: "There are no angels", sings Caterina: She means there are no faithfull men lovers but, in this case, the audience has just broadened the scope to include everybody else too!

No real angel has ever disputed her or the public, so the original song's title stayed unchanged .

As for your "better days ahead" suggestion: Even during this "deleveraging" century, every cloud will keep its silver lining and the sun will keep on rising fom the east, as always.

Cheers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2elu2w8IzU

Gilliatt Gurgle

02-07-2010, 01:22 PM

http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:wzQbd8a1c5hsbM:http://boydwords.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/rod2.jpeg

It was a rough take off, but we just made it out of La Mancha ahead of the squall line. The sudden down burst of hot air from all the phantoms, ghost writers and aliases actually aided in my escape by pushing the craft along.

I must first tell you of an incident that took place as I was boarding the plane. The size of my Cocchi leather Bagge, in which I had stowed the ash urn and the Boots of Spanish Leather, was in violation of the airline overhead stowage policy. I refused to check it knowing the airlines proclivities toward losing luggage. In our best Ben Stiller style, the stewardess…oops, sorry, the flight attendant and I struggled over the bag and we exchanged a few heated words. However, when I explained the contents of the bag, she suddenly changed her tune and allowed me to hold the bag in my lap.

Once seated, I took a quick survey of my fellow refugees. Directly across the aisle were Mrs. Brown and her daughter. Seated directly behind me were the hermit minstrel’s; Hermann’s Hermits and well…looks like that’s all. We eventually reached cruising altitude which calmed my nerves a bit. Looking back I was astounded at the phantasmagorical display taking place over Spain. I confessed my sins to St. Augustine and asked St. Christopher to intercede on your behalf, realizing that you must be in torment bounding along the drenched, muddy road to Wien in my convertible fiacre. I’m certain the fabric roof must have been shredded from all the words hailing down.

Poe came to mind, so I began reading “The Unparalleled Adventures of One Hans Pfaall”. It didn’t take long for the soothing drone of four Wright Cyclone engines, supplemented by the minstrels serenading Mrs. Brown’s lovely daughter to lull me to sleep.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/72/Wright_R-1820_Engine.jpg/300px-Wright_R-1820_Engine.jpg

A soothing sound
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d4HQ8ZM_2k&feature=related

“Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv8k0VI9tBc

Then it started!
A new sound that broke the unvarying tone of the engines, wrenched me from sweet slumber. It was a raucous sound of banging combined with that of sheet metal being torn from fasteners. I peered out of my port side portal and noticed a humanoid form pounding on the plane with a Freemason’s brick and ripping stressed aluminum panels from the no. 2 engine nacelle. Fuel lines were wrenched igniting the fuel creating a plume of flames flowing across the wing. The creature realized that I was peering at it and immediately ran up to the portal and began pounding on the acrylic glazing. Now being able to make out the features, I gasped and screamed out; “Myslivecek!” it is “Myslivecek” the “Moravian Monster”.

http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:hefk7z37-3WmhM:http://www.rodserling.com/theystartedontz/0220K.jpg

He must be after the Mozartgeist ashes! Being half Czech and recognizing the origins of the Monster, I immediately recalled the Lomcovák. Yes, the Lomcovák will certainly get rid of this ghost writer. Grabbing a barf bag from the seat pocket, I scribbled a diagram of the Lomcovák and directed the flight attendant to deliver it to the pilot with orders to carry out the indicated maneuver immediately.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SrF5On5xIk&feature=related

Will the Lomcovák loosen the grip of the Moravian Monster?
Will Gilliatt make it safely back to Dumas with the ash urn?

Find out next week when we turn to the next page of this thrilling Sonata.

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Gilliatt

yanni

02-08-2010, 02:02 AM

Gilliatt Gurgle

02-15-2010, 12:29 AM

Yes, but the plot is much thicker!

The plane's pilot was Sir Walter Scott, uncle of the stuardess who served you a plate of expired musli. Muslivecek spirit's efforts failing, you passed out, unable to notice they were carrying the british crown jewels, stolen from Ford Knox.

When you wake up, they'll be gone with the jewels, and you, a half-czech, will be arrested, brought to Buckingham Palace's Royal Court, to be accused for the heist.

You'll loudly protest, only your lower half is czech afterall, but the Queen is furious and won't hear a thing.

Her Prince however, upper half greek as you know, supports your case but wants the Mozart urn in exchange. He is a genuine Mozart geist fan from birth and as rumors want, has ordered the heist himself .

The nauseating possibility the British Royal House will end up with their crown jewels and the Mozart urn both, highly disturbs your already upset stomach, the expired musli, having developed in the meantime their full downward-outward irreversible momentum, sound repeatedly their, definitely mozartean, warning signals.....

Apres moi le cataclysm, you are heard shouting among the pandaemonium, with a slight, yet immediately noticed, lower bohemian accent...

Enters the court jester, a world famous musicologist, suitably equipped.....

Yanni that is remarkable! Do you realize the significance of the events you’ve just described?
What you have just related regards my alter alias; Václav Jan Dusík baptized in Čáslav.
(aka – Dussek, Duschek and Düssek).
My alias and Myslivecek were at odds with each other as a result of a long standing family feud over the rights to a kolache recipe.

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1406.jpg

It is true that Dusik’s greatest weakness was his love of muesli. Dusik would devour the stuff any time he chanced upon some, knowing full well that it did not agree with his irritable bowel syndrome (IBS).

However, I must correct you on one detail. The pilot was actually Louis Burton Lindley, Jr (the alias of Slim Pickens), a proud descendent of the famed Edinburgh bard. Coincidentally, the copilot’s name was Ivanhoe who kept a box of Waverley crackers wedged between the throttle levers. My alias must have split off into his parallel universe somewhere over Scotland, likely from the jostling we experienced during the Lomcovák maneuver. I’m certain it was Scotland since I caught a glimpse of Loch Katrine and Ellen’s island below as we were flipping and rolling.

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1410.jpg

I can assure you the sentient portion of Gilliatt landed in Amarillo, the details of I will share with you now.

The Lomcovák was successful in separating us from the Moravian Monster. Looking back from the port side gunners position, I could see the Moravian Monster descending to earth riding on the no. 2 engine nacelle. The scene was very much like this:

“Slim Pickens riding bomb”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcW_Ygs6hm0

The old Fortress was still airborne, but only by a thread. The nose of the fuselage was torn off, the outer third of the port wing was torn off, the fin and a portion of the rudder had gaping holes, the aerial mast was torn off, leaving us with no communication to the outside world. Myslivecek really did a number on the old bird!
We were on final approach into Amarillo “Comin’ in on a Wing and a Prayer”

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ae/B-17_Damage_Cologne.jpg/180px-B-17_Damage_Cologne.jpg

“Comin in on a Wing and a Prayer”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuNq6M1kL60&feature=related

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1411.jpg

Under the circumstances, Pickens performed an admirable job landing the injured bird keeping those on board unscathed. The hermit minstrels helped Mrs. Brown and her daughter out of the craft. I followed with the Cocchi Bagge containing our last hope for survival.

As I was desperately pushing my way through the rioting Gordon’s, Catholics, and members of the Flat Earth Society, I couldn’t help but overhear a reporter interviewing the local sheriff talking about ghouls and how to dispose of them. I shuddered from the realization that the plagiarist ghouls, phantoms and aliases had made it to the States. Here is an excerpt from the interview. You only need to listen to the first two minutes. The actual interview starts at about 0:45 seconds:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTu4HV-5dYA&feature=related

Rowdy and a couple of other “ginners” from Dumas skidded their pick up toward me, stopping just short of my boots. Time was of the essence so I jumped in the bed of the truck and we headed north to Dumas. As luck would have it, I found myself rolling around in a pile of BS that Rowdy had loaded in the bed of the truck!.....

Stay tuned next week folks and find out how the Athenian fared back in Austria and which road he decided to take. How will Gilliatt’s triumphal return to Dumas turn out?

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Gilliatt

yanni

02-15-2010, 05:50 AM

Musicology

02-15-2010, 09:00 AM

Meaningless twaddle, Yanni !

How is man free ? He makes myths. He tells himself he is in control of that which, in fact, he has no control over. Man is free without faith to make a fool of himself before other fools.

What IS faith ? It is not something we are born with in the natural world. In fact faith is the opposite of human reason. Faith is something we either have, or do not. It is not based on an abstraction but upon a revealed reality. The fruits of human 'reason' take the human race nowhere except in more and more circles. The reason of God and the reason of the natural man are incompatible. Because one is the mind of the divine and the other that of a sinful brute. Who, at his worst, tells himself he is free.

Laugh at Rousseau, who says everything and nothing at the same time.

Gilliatt Gurgle

02-15-2010, 11:29 AM

Man is free, but his freedom ceases when he has no faith in it; and the greater power he ascribes to faith, the more he deprives himself of that power which God has given to him when He endowed him with the gift of reason. Reason is a particle of the Creator's divinity. When we use it with a spirit of humility and justice we are certain to please the Giver of that precious gift.

(By Casanova -Rousseau etc)

Touche Yanni, if that was in fact a jab at my sanity or lack therof. Ha
I am taking medications in the liquid form.

Meaningless twaddle, Yanni !

How is man free ? He makes myths. He tells himself he is in control of that which, in fact, he has no control over. Man is free without faith to make a fool of himself before other fools.

What IS faith ? It is not something we are born with in the natural world. In fact faith is the opposite of human reason. Faith is something we either have, or do not. It is not based on an abstraction but upon a revealed reality. The fruits of human 'reason' take the human race nowhere except in more and more circles. The reason of God and the reason of the natural man are incompatible. Because one is the mind of the divine and the other that of a sinful brute. Who, at his worst, tells himself he is free.

Laugh at Rousseau, who says everything and nothing at the same time.

"I don't know whether it's the result of your flattery or wheteher it's the truth - I'm not sure. This struck me suddenly, and I haven't thought enough to decide how far to believe it. Are you wondering what I'm talking about? What do you think? You've almost persuaded me, not that I'm happy - only the wise are happy - but that there is a sense in which I'm happy. It's the same as if you were to call someone a "man" when he is a man only "in a sense" when you compare him with the Platonic ideal; or when we describe things we can see as "round" or "square" when they differ greatly from the perfect shapes that a few minds perceive".

From "The Letters of St. Augustine" - To Nebridius, His Friend"

Gilliatt

yanni

02-15-2010, 11:32 AM

Gilliatt Gurgle

02-21-2010, 01:23 PM

I only quoted Casanova for our flyer friend Gilliat who, endowned as he is with the gift of reason, functions herein as a mythcreator, aiming for the "common good" (constrained as it may be within the narrow borders of litterature).

Well thank you Yanni, but I can assure you this is no myth. I'm pinching myself as we speak and it hurts!
______________

We had been on the road heading north for some time. I was laying down with my head on the Cocchi Bagge, I was suddenly aroused by a new distinct odor permeating the air overpowering the manure surrounding me. It was a smell vaguely familiar…then it struck me; Dumas! I leaned over the bed of the truck looking ahead. Sure enough, tharr she blows…the skyline of Dumas, that diamond in the rough, the “dusty delirium on the Llano Estacado! “

"A view down main street Dumas"

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/6/64/Downtown_Dumas%2C_TX_IMG_0575.JPG/120px-Downtown_Dumas%2C_TX_IMG_0575.JPG

Rowdy slowed the old Ford down as we entered town. A chorus of cheering, applause and shouts of praise resounded from both sides of Main Street. A shower of Cholla bouquets descended upon the truck all the while the masses were chanting in unison; “All hail Gilliatt”

“A cholla bouquet”

http://www.cactuscactus.com/images/Staghorncholla%20(600%20x%20450).jpg

We pulled up to the Dreary Beery and I immediately jumped out of that stinking bucket of bolts!
A couple of stray dogs scampered up sniffing the manure embedded in my crinoline pants and to add insult to injury, one of them hiked a leg on me and soiled my boots. No matter, we have matters far more important to worry about. Rowdy and Dusty Rhoads pushed the crowds back allowing me to enter the Dreary Beery.

Passing through the swinging doors of the bar opened up the gates to a flood of mixed emotions. I collapsed on the floor sobbing. I felt shame for the rude and abrupt way I departed Dumas back in September convinced that these people were a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic. There was a feeling of anxiety; how long will the manufactured terror last? Lastly, I felt a feeling of warmth in my soul from the unconditional love and acceptance bestowed upon me by these simple, apple pie folks. In fact I was the embodiment of their Anthony Quinn, there Judah Ben Hur…their Pale Rider!

The shaman, looking quite lugubrious, shuffled up to me wiping a dribble of schnapps from his mouth and placed his hand on my shoulder coaxing me to stand up. I regained my composure and took a visual survey of the old joint. There was a Haggard looking bloke from Scotland leaning over the juke box that took up temporary residence in the bar. He was wearing a kilt and holding a riders crop in one hand. His face was bathed in the blue glow of the juke box illuminating his mumbling lips. He plunked in 20 pence:

“Swinging Doors”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxfgkDzL5Po&feature=related

Billy Aristotle was sitting at the bar along with Rusty Springs who was proof reading his latest children’s primer; “Pee in the Pot, Not on the Cot” and back in the stock room, I could see the dung loader listening to garbled messages from Austria on the HAM radio. The town Priest and teacher, Padre Martini remained seated at the table where he and the terrier had been discussing the ominous events over the past few weeks. There was a strong Bond between Jack Russell and the Padre. Padre Martini looked quite shaken but not stirred.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUUq5mRCimo

“Sit down Gilliatt. Rowdy would you please fetch Gilliatt a Wild Turkey and don’t shake it.”
“Is that the Cocchi Bagge with the urn?”
“Yes, along with a pair of Boots of Spanish Leather for my old lady back home.”
“We have bad news Gilly. While you were in Spain, “Prairie dog day” had come and gone.”
“What in tarnation is Prarie dog day?”
“It is our equivalent to Ground hog day up there in Puxa…Pawxi…oh, hell somewhere up in Pencilveineeuh.”
The shaman continued; “There is a paddock behind the Dreary Beery that encloses a prairie dog village. If Puxadumas Phil sees his shadow on February 2nd, then we will have six more weeks of manufactured terror”
“Well, I suppose we could hold out another six weeks”
“You don’t understand. Here in Texas, you can’t have just one prairie dog, there’s thousands of those varmints! Puxadumas Phil is the collective name. Here, I’ll let Dusty explain:”

“Prairie dogs must uh bin two hund erd of ‘em! Hell thays so many dern prairie dogs an shaduhs scurry’n about, we couldn’t make hide ner hair of which one seen thay shaddy or not.
The way I figur, let’s jus say at lease half of em seen thays shaddy well that ud be bouts 100. Rowdy’s the only one who knows figgurin numbuhs on is fingers. What’s uh hundred shaddies times six weeks come out to?”

http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_qnF5r8wyMtNtM:http://www.nps.gov/wica/naturescience/images/Prairie-Dogs.jpg

“Well Dusty that would be six hundred more weeks of manufactured dialogue” answered Rowdy.

Suddenly the dungloader yelled from the stock room; “I picked up the Athenian’s frequency! The signal is a bit garbled”
“I made it to Salzburg…stop”
“Ashes were placed on threshold…stop”
“I took the low road to Vienna and saw the blind Venetian; Abbe Raynal…stop”
“Why the hell did he take the low road?” I interjected.
”shhh…quiet, he’s still speaking;
“I saw the letters carved in the trees. They spelled out: “LONG LIVE THE JESUITS…stop…over and out”

The shaman’s head dropped in despair and he quietly whispered; “Our only hope lies in the ashes of that urn, but we’ll have to wait until the next installment to find out. I’m tired”

“A Tribute to Frank McCourt”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3x0XtaE4Li0

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

02-27-2010, 10:45 PM

Where did everyone go?
The village idiot is left high and dry playing alone in his sandbox, his only companions now being the “gatti di Roma” looking for a place to deposit last night’s trash can buffet.

I believe it was Vitruvius (or Da Vinci?) who postulated one of life’s theorem’s that goes something like this:
“The pure proportions of a man become distorted when he resorts to enigmatic soliloquies and responds to his own posts.”

So what d’ya say we make an attempt to round this thing up and close the gate?

Panza walked over and gave me a waking nudge and handed me a cup of joe and a few strips of fat back. I wiped the gravel from my eyes, hopped off the table I slept on and stepped outside the Dreary Beery for some fresh air. Crowds were flocking into town to witness the great spectacle this afternoon. What spectacle am I referring to? It turns out that the prairie dogs behind the bar saw their shadows just before sundown yesterday; indicating that there will be a blue norther the following day (today) at 3:00 pm. In order for the Mozartgeist ashes to take full affect, they must be disbursed on the gales of a blue norther while standing on the sacred ground where Coronado first transcribed the music born of the wind.

( later that day)

A pilgrimage lead by the shaman, headed north up Main Street toward a virgin patch of native prairie grasses, sage, cholla and yucca just outside of town.

The entourage included:
Old man Jack Russell aka the “terrier” and his alias; “the shaman”
The kind Athenian:
Count Robert of London:
Dusty Rhoads
Rusty Springs
Rowdy Yates
The Dungloader
Billy Aristotle
Mrs. Brown and her lovely daughter
The Minstrel hermits; Hermanns Hermits
Panza
The haggard bloke from Scotland
The shaken Padre Martini
The flight crew from the B-17
Inhabitants of Dumas
And yours truly

We reached an area encircled by twenty cow chip cairn’s defining the hallowed ground. A brisk wind emanating from a wall of dark slate blue clouds to the north, pressed against us. The shaman gazed at me pensively, providing the cue to hand over the urn. The shaman removed the lid releasing a horrific gurgling scream from within. Inside the urn lay a small piece of paper along with the ashes. The paper was removed and handed to Hermann, the minstrel with the melodic voice. At this point the wind velocity escalated to a point that we began to hear the most wonderful music:

(Play both at the same time for the full effect)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hD0AaAqlyJo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3i1f1ODkKY&feature=related

The shaman wore a necromancer’s cloak
Mambrinos helmet was placed on his head.
He began to pour the ashes out
The minstrel hermit lay down and read…. :

“Not that, in sooth, o’er mortal urn
Those things inanimate can mourn,
But that the stream, the wood, the gale,
Is vocal with the plaintive wail
Of those who, else forgotten long,
Lived in the poet’s faithful song,
And, with the poets parting breath,
Whose memory feels a second death.
The maid’s pale shade, who wails her lot,
That love, true love should be forgot,
From rose and hawthorn shakes the tear
Upon the minstrel’s bier:
The phantom knight, his glory fled,
Mourns o’er the field he heaped with dead,
Mounts the wild blast that sweeps amain
And shrieks along the battle plain;
The chief whose antique crownlet long
Still sparkled in the feudal song,
Now, from the mountains misty throne,
Sees, in the thanedom once his own,
His ashes undistinguished lie,
His place, his power, his memory die;
His groans the lonely caverns fill,
His tears of rage impel the rill;
All mourn the minstrel’s harp unstrung,
Their name unknown, their praise unsung.”

(Sir Walter Scott – “Lay of the Last Minstrel”; Canto V, Part II)

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1421.jpg

Gilliatt

yanni

02-28-2010, 02:38 AM

Gilliatt Gurgle

03-07-2010, 12:12 PM

Allow me, in count Robert's absence, to mount the musicology podium and announce that Anton Eberl was the same person as Mozart (who staged his Vienna death, vanished from Vienna for a while to serve as Nissen in Tripoly, 1801-1807, and attempted to publish his own biography later)...

...So the question is: Where (what part of Germany) was Mozart 1791-1796?

Yanni,

In the words of Arte Johnson…”Very eeenteresting”.

I read the Wiki entry regarding Eberl, however, Wiki fails to mention the Texas connection. According to my sources, Eberl had a daughter named Angelina who managed to flee Europe, just ahead of Napolean’s return in 1815 and head to the U.S. In 1814, Angelina arrived in New Orleans in the midst of heated battle between the American’s and the British:

“Battle of New Orleans”
(No offense to my friends across the foam)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxB42cjHTGg

Angelina eventually settled in Austin and altered her last name to Ebberly in order to avoid the paparazzi. It should be mentioned that Angelina Ebberly played a small, but notable role in the history of the Republic. Here is an excerpt from “The Raven” (biography of Sam Houston by Marquis James) :

“…In the fall the capitol was transferred to Washington-on-the-Brazos as a compromise, and Buck Pettis went to Austin for the Archives. The citizens sheared the mane and tail of Captain Pettis’s horse and sent the rider back without the papers.
The President dispatched Captain Thomas Smith to remove the records secretly. At midnight on December thirtieth (1842) Mrs. Angelina Ebberly, a boarding house mistress whose table had been depleted by the turn of affairs, saw a wagon being loaded in an alley back of the land office. She repaired to Congress Avenue where a six pound gun had been kept loaded with grape (shot) since the days of the Lamar Indian Wars. Turning the muzzle toward the land office, she blazed away. The shot perforated the land office and around the town.”

Now to answer your question; "...So the question is: Where (what part of Germany) was Mozart 1791-1796?"

According to my sources, Mozart returned to Bonn in 1791, to comfort the ailing Johann van Beethoven, the patron who was responsible for much of Mozart’s manufactured notoriety. Please refer to the following excerpts from the “Sonata”:

...Coronado’s music eventually found its way back to Salzburg Austria, falling into the hands of Johann van Beethoven. It was Johann, who had a proclivity toward manufacturing great composers (such as is own son) that took interest in a young street urchin named Mozart. Johann had Mozart copy Coronado’s music so it would appear as though it came from his own hand and the rest, as they say, is history!”...

“Beautiful flames in shades of blue and green” flicker on the ceiling and walls that frame the hearth, breaking up the dim yellow wash of the faltering artificial light.
Illuminati perhaps? ...
...Hello all, or to the one or two reading this. ... A new name had surfaced that made the “Terrier” quite agitated. The Dumas boys heard the name “Hummel” mentioned several times adding that he was “boastful”. Terrier had never heard of this Hummel in his Coronado line of research. I learned from the Terrier that Hummel had become quite successful in manufacturing porcelain figurines that served as a front to transfer bootlegged copies of Coronado’s music inside.
My mother was very fond of Hummel dolls. I purchased one for her many years ago while passing through Koln.

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/HummelDoll.jpg

Until now, I would never have fathomed that Hummel; a master at manufacturing porcelain dolls also had a hand in the manufacture of Mozart.

...Herman and his hermit’s joined a pilgrimage to St. _______ in Bonn Germany. While in Bonn, the minstrels met up with Johann von Beethoven and Hummel. Hummel and Beethoven handed over a sack of porcelain dolls to the unsuspecting hermits, knowing that Salzburg was the next stop for the pilgrimage...

...In the meantime, I better stoke up the flames of my fire to reduce the amount of smoke. There’s a group of Freemasons doing some pro bono work on my neighbor’s wall. It would seem that the stench suspended in the cold morning air intermingled with the hoarfrost, is causing them some discomfort.

Johann eventually died in Bonn on December 18, 1792. Mozart quickly composed a requiem for the funeral Mass from a few scraps of Coronado’s music he found among the Hummel dolls on Beethoven’s bureau. Mozart remained in Bonn for several years in an effort to expunge all evidence of Coronado’s music and dispel the suspicions held among the Bonnian’s

____________________________

Litnet public service announcement:
It appears that the shaman’s ash ritual had little effect. The Mozartgeist has been resuscitated along with a new following.

Gilliatt

yanni

03-07-2010, 12:20 PM

Originally Posted by ERS
And Cocchi also had a chess player alias? My, our good Italian appears to have had more identities than there are Chins in the Beijing White Pages…

For a hornblower with a lawyer flare, you are obviously confused:

Composer -chess player Rousseau's chess match with David Hume is legendary already and I have no doubt that Gioachino Cocchi and general Washington enjoyed the game too.

Jefferson certainly did (study Philidor and joined his chess society while in Paris) but there is no record of ever playing with him.

http://www.chess.com/article/view/us...ents-and-chess

Gilliatt Gurgle

03-21-2010, 01:35 PM

From gas to hot air, the great greenmailer was gambling on wind for his next strategic move on the board, but found himself in checkmate with China. Now the King wiles away the waning years shuffling around the board postponing certain defeat with the aid of a few remaining pawns, hastily purchasing a legacy by virtue of having his name plastered on as many institutions, stadiums, clinics, etc., as possible.

http://blog.cleantechies.com/2009/07/06/china-trumps-t-boone-pickens-wind-power-project-20-gigawatt-farm/

Picken’s swan song: (This is the music tie in)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnqj31VPNoE&feature=related

Originally Posted by ERS
...Composer -chess player Rousseau's chess match with David Hume is legendary already and I have no doubt that Gioachino Cocchi and general Washington enjoyed the game too.

Jefferson certainly did (study Philidor and joined his chess society while in Paris) but there is no record of ever playing with him...

Perhaps not, but we do have evidence of Napoleon Bonaparte and Benjamin Franklin trying their luck against one of the greatest European chess masters of the latter 18th and early 19th centuries. I speak of none other than the “The Turk”. Given the timeline of “The Turk’s” popularity and achievements on the board, it is reasonable to assume that Jefferson was at least aware of “The Turk” and may have challenged “The Turk” while serving as ambassador to France. “The Turk” was capable of defeat, having succumbed to the talents of Charles Godefroy de La Tour d'Auvergne and François-André Danican Philidor, while competing in France in the early 1780’s.

Edgar Allan Poe observed “The Turk” in action at a time when “The Turk” was touring the U.S., in the early part of the 19th century. Poe was not impressed, having smelled the manufactured fraud an ocean away, eventually publishing an essay exposing the inner machinations of the automaton. Please see Poe’s essay; "Maelzel's Chess Player" (There’s your literature tie in)

I found no evidence of Coronado playing chess, but I learned that another Spanish explorer/ conquistador, Hernando de Soto, taught the Inca sovereign emperor; Atahualpa, to play chess while he was held captive by the Spanish plunderers. Atahualpa was eventually executed, but I don’t think it had anything to do with his talents on the chess board.
As you may have guessed, there’s not a lot of chess playing in Dumas and absolutely none played at the Dreery Beary, though you will find a lot of checkers and dominoes hustlers around town.
The Terrier used to play three dimensional chess back in his avante-garde days under the tutelage of Oskar Schlemmer at the Bauhaus in Weimar.

Here are two other notable masters of three dimensional chess:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFeMD2MfNDg&feature=related

By the way, for you one or two loyal readers, I apologize for the long absence. My son and I spent the last week rambling and camping around New Mexico (more on that in a separate posting) and yes, I made my way through Dumas as I headed west out of the Republic:

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1429.jpg

Yours truly fitted out in a woolen military coat, U.S. Army surplus winter helmet liner and one Montechristo cigar.

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

04-06-2010, 10:13 PM

“Whacha doin Gilly and what’s that you got settin up thar on on the bar?”
“Oh…just contemplating something and this Dusty, is called a globe. It’s like a baby earth”
“Wuts condom platin mean?

“Well, Dusty it means I am in deep thought, shielded from external reality. Sometimes I find myself recoiling into the deep recesses of my skull and think. In this case I was just thinking about one of my teachers back in Catholic grade school; Sister Mary Inertia.”

“Is she the one that slapped you with the 12 inch ruler whenever you questioned Mozart’s authenticity?”
“Be careful Dusty…you’re using those big words again and no, Sister Inertia taught science and she was especially passionate about astronomy and the cosmos.”
“Carl Sagan was her hero. I can still recall how she beamed at the sound of Sagan’s voice when he would say “billions and billions of stars…”

“Ahh, but I digress. In point of fact, I was thinking about the rotation of the earth and how as a child I always had a hankering to run in circles around the yard with this globe in my hand while at the same time spinning the globe on its axis.”
“Why would you want to do something like that?”
“I really don’t know, my mother referred to it as orbital trolling”
“Anyhow, I recently found my toy globe and I brought it here to the Dreey Beery to share with you, my friends”
“When I found it, it was fixed, but now it spins fine.”
“I don’t understand Gilly, if it was “fixed” and now it spins then it must now be broken? Right”
“No, no, I mean it was stuck, but now it is fixed! See it spins.”

“Well that’s damned confusin Gilliatt, but no matter, it’s 2:00 pm”
“What’s so special about 2:00 pm? Is there an eclipse?
“Naw I don’t have a lisp, why it’s time for the Shaman’s favorite show”:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHwDi8HarxY&feature=related

More importantly, it’s Merle Haggard’s birthday !!!
Happy birthday “Hag”

From the Dreery Beery’s jukebox:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxfgkDzL5Po&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YG1qrT4gxI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVq27glkY_A&feature=related

yanni

04-07-2010, 01:22 AM

For the past few days I am sittin' a'starin' my (musicology's actually) pile of pre 1800' loose ends, Gilliat, and can't possibly refocus on Edgar's Pocasin right now, yet I did dare a brief look at your suggested Poe’s essay; "Maelzel's Chess Player" (There’s your literature tie in) and indeed found it very relevant in view of the time of its publication in the Messenger (strongly linking the esssay to "Zante", "The Visionary", "Berenice" and obviously John Cassin, Lewis Cass and their french connections).
That's all I can offer, I am afraid, for the time being and the forseeable future.

I must finally distinguish between the few different needles of my haystack.

All the best with your farorient chessmatches:

Wisemen say never start a game you can't successfully finish but what do they know: Nobody will take away our foolsparadise and Baron James de Rothschild* is long dead. Or perhaps not?

Regards.

*“You may tell your government that you have seen the man who is at the head of the finances of Europe, and that he has told you that the U.S. Treasury cannot borrow a dollar, not a dollar!”

From gas to hot air, the great greenmailer was gambling on wind for his next strategic move on the board, but found himself in checkmate with China. Now the King wiles away the waning years shuffling around the board postponing certain defeat with the aid of a few remaining pawns, hastily purchasing a legacy by virtue of having his name plastered on as many institutions, stadiums, clinics, etc., as possible.

http://blog.cleantechies.com/2009/07/06/china-trumps-t-boone-pickens-wind-power-project-20-gigawatt-farm/

Picken’s swan song: (This is the music tie in)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnqj31VPNoE&feature=related

Perhaps not, but we do have evidence of Napoleon Bonaparte and Benjamin Franklin trying their luck against one of the greatest European chess masters of the latter 18th and early 19th centuries. I speak of none other than the “The Turk”. Given the timeline of “The Turk’s” popularity and achievements on the board, it is reasonable to assume that Jefferson was at least aware of “The Turk” and may have challenged “The Turk” while serving as ambassador to France. “The Turk” was capable of defeat, having succumbed to the talents of Charles Godefroy de La Tour d'Auvergne and François-André Danican Philidor, while competing in France in the early 1780’s.

Edgar Allan Poe observed “The Turk” in action at a time when “The Turk” was touring the U.S., in the early part of the 19th century. Poe was not impressed, having smelled the manufactured fraud an ocean away, eventually publishing an essay exposing the inner machinations of the automaton. Please see Poe’s essay; "Maelzel's Chess Player" (There’s your literature tie in)

I found no evidence of Coronado playing chess, but I learned that another Spanish explorer/ conquistador, Hernando de Soto, taught the Inca sovereign emperor; Atahualpa, to play chess while he was held captive by the Spanish plunderers. Atahualpa was eventually executed, but I don’t think it had anything to do with his talents on the chess board.
As you may have guessed, there’s not a lot of chess playing in Dumas and absolutely none played at the Dreery Beary, though you will find a lot of checkers and dominoes hustlers around town.
The Terrier used to play three dimensional chess back in his avante-garde days under the tutelage of Oskar Schlemmer at the Bauhaus in Weimar.

Here are two other notable masters of three dimensional chess:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFeMD2MfNDg&feature=related

By the way, for you one or two loyal readers, I apologize for the long absence. My son and I spent the last week rambling and camping around New Mexico (more on that in a separate posting) and yes, I made my way through Dumas as I headed west out of the Republic:

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/IMG_1429.jpg

Yours truly fitted out in a woolen military coat, U.S. Army surplus winter helmet liner and one Montechristo cigar.

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

04-09-2010, 11:34 PM

Yanni,

Piles of loose ends!? You really do take this business seriously. I am stupefied at yours and Count Robert’s tenacity on such matters as Koch’s, aliases, Mozart and the eighteenth century in general.
Your “Pocasin” stumped me for a moment, then I realized the play on Poe. Out of curiosity though, I researched the word and came up with a slight variation on the word; "Pocosin".

From Wiki – “Pocosin is a term for a type of palustrine wetland with deep, acidic, sandy, peat soils. Groundwater saturates the soil except during brief seasonal dry spells and during prolonged droughts. Pocosin soils are nutrient deficient (oligotrophic), especially in phosphorus.”
My curiosity has been stirred, so tracked down a copy of “Maelzel’s Chess Player” on line.
Here is a link to the essay if you are interested:

http://www.eapoe.org/works/essays/maelzelb.htm

I should look into the other essay’s you referenced.

Now for some music(?) with a Tolkien twist:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC73PHdQX04&feature=related

Gilliatt

yanni

04-10-2010, 01:38 AM

"Pocasin" was a very clever penname used by John Cassin, the ornithologist, in a letter to his friend Edgar Allen Poe.

What he is saying actually is that Poe himself was somehow related to the Cassins (through Poe's elder poet-sailor brother, William Henry Leonard, born Cassin, who wrote part of Al Aaraaf and perhaps other works "by Poe" as well), hence....

....Poe-Cassin!

Posts 177,8 of http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15023&page=12

One has to respect the departed!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZe8EBkQUF4&feature=related

Regards.

Yanni,

Piles of loose ends!? You really do take this business seriously. I am stupefied at yours and Count Robert’s tenacity on such matters as Koch’s, aliases, Mozart and the eighteenth century in general.
Your “Pocasin” stumped me for a moment, then I realized the play on Poe. Out of curiosity though, I researched the word and came up with a slight variation on the word; "Pocosin".

From Wiki – “Pocosin is a term for a type of palustrine wetland with deep, acidic, sandy, peat soils. Groundwater saturates the soil except during brief seasonal dry spells and during prolonged droughts. Pocosin soils are nutrient deficient (oligotrophic), especially in phosphorus.”
My curiosity has been stirred, so tracked down a copy of “Maelzel’s Chess Player” on line.
Here is a link to the essay if you are interested:

http://www.eapoe.org/works/essays/maelzelb.htm

I should look into the other essay’s you referenced.

Now for some music(?) with a Tolkien twist:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC73PHdQX04&feature=related

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

04-17-2010, 03:35 PM

Yanni,

I bow in your general direction.
It would appear that you are quite versed on Poe and I hadn't noticed until now that you have been around Litnet for some time.

The classical music radio station serving my part of Texas, had recently featured variations on the Kyrie Eleison. Haydn's composition is one that I recall being played.
very nice!

Gilliatt

yanni

04-18-2010, 02:16 AM

To "carefully and in detail observe", Gilliat, is an essential first part of reasoning (with Poe and many other everyday matters).

With regard to music: I absolutely agree with count Robert's natural tendency towards "simplicity" and as such I'll pass on your Haydn offer.

Thanks all the same.

Gilliatt Gurgle

05-14-2010, 10:27 AM

Gentlemen,
You are more than welcome to discuss Koch's and Bach's here if you like.
The vacancy sign is on, though the gas is fading fast in the neon light. The Sonata was about to fall off the front page.
Or we can head over to the Dreary Beery and manufacture something over a cold one.
Maybe we can discuss the merits of Franz Schubert ?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu8jv-mow9c

Like the old Motel 6 commercial adds say; "We'll keep the light on for ya"

Velcomin

Gilliatt

yanni

05-14-2010, 11:04 AM

Forkel's?

Gentlemen,
You are more than welcome to discuss Koch's and Bach's here if you like.
The vacancy sign is on, though the gas is fading fast in the neon light. The Sonata was about to fall off the front page.
Or we can head over to the Dreary Beery and manufacture something over a cold one.
Maybe we can discuss the merits of Franz Schubert ?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lu8jv-mow9c

Like the old Motel 6 commercial adds say; "We'll keep the light on for ya"

Velcomin

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

05-22-2010, 07:44 PM

Thanks for the Forkel drop.

Following a drive by review on Wiki, I see that Forkel “is often considered the founder of historical Musicology”, and a admirer of Bach. Needless to say, I’m sure our dear friend Count Robert could enlighten us further on Forkel.
Maybe he’ll stop by for a visit…?

Yanni,
I’m in a blue mood, what with the financial turmoil, oil in the Gulf of Mexico and a desolate Dreary Beery. Now I feel a bit ashamed for making light of old man Pickens and his wind farms and natural gas pursuits. That Bartlett shale has suddenly become more attractive!
By the way, thanks for that natural gas gift you sent me.

I decided to head up to Dumas and hang out at the Dreary Beery this weekend hoping to lift my spirits in the buzzing asylum, but instead I find the joint nearly empty and silent.

As I peer about I can see the shaman helping Padre Martini edit his homily and accompanying score for Mass tomorrow. From what I can hear, it sounds like the homily is based on the Gospel according to John.

Here is the rough draft:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HLWJ_ytjps&feature=related

Sitting at a table, I see an attractive woman with classic features sitting alone, staring at an ashtray and singing a woeful song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb2oXxvvfMw

Well, since we’re all feeling down, why not enjoys some music from the Beery’s juke box to suit the mood:

Bob Wills- “Empty Bed Blues”:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5yAbuYPd2k&feature=related

B B King - “The Thrill is Gone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fk2prKnYnI&feature=related

Bo Diddley and Muddy Waters – “My Babe”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_BNz_B1PNg&feature=related

Anyone else have some blues favorites ?
_________________

On a serious note, I hope all is well with you in Athens.

Gilliatt

yanni

05-23-2010, 01:13 AM

...prevented me from accessing count Robert's "divine things":

To make divine things accessibly human and human things conscious of the divine; such is Bach, the greatest and purest moment in music of all time''. - PABLO CASALS (1876-1973)

Lots of things happened as your Texas Sonata was developing, Gilliat, can't say they were "unexpected" though, forecasts came true infact in a world where it's so hard to distinguish between light and darkness, right or wrong, Forkel or Koch, Grimm or Gluck.

"Blue mood", as blue as the fin of the last tuna!

Here is something to add to Dreary Beery's jukebox:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg5xEdpnHaE&feature=related
(Haroula links saints blessings to "progress" and more....)

"All well in Athens?"

Heh-heh, that cheered me up for sure.

Yeah, "all well", as "well" in fact as the Bank reform bill squeezing thru Congress!

That's the way things are, unfortunately and, before we can change them, we have first to survive, not an easy task, therefore....

...back on the nat-gas-prom-party:

Tomorrow begins Turkmenistan's culture week celebrations in Moscau and SaintPetersburg, an important event.......musicaly.

Do look it up, "carefully and in detail"!!!

And many thanks for your selection of souls, I enjoyed B. B. King's The Thrill Is Gone most.

Thanks for the Forkel drop.

Following a drive by review on Wiki, I see that Forkel “is often considered the founder of historical Musicology”, and a admirer of Bach. Needless to say, I’m sure our dear friend Count Robert could enlighten us further on Forkel.
Maybe he’ll stop by for a visit…?

Yanni,
I’m in a blue mood, what with the financial turmoil, oil in the Gulf of Mexico and a desolate Dreary Beery. Now I feel a bit ashamed for making light of old man Pickens and his wind farms and natural gas pursuits. That Bartlett shale has suddenly become more attractive!
By the way, thanks for that natural gas gift you sent me.

I decided to head up to Dumas and hang out at the Dreary Beery this weekend hoping to lift my spirits in the buzzing asylum, but instead I find the joint nearly empty and silent.

As I peer about I can see the shaman helping Padre Martini edit his homily and accompanying score for Mass tomorrow. From what I can hear, it sounds like the homily is based on the Gospel according to John.

Here is the rough draft:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HLWJ_ytjps&feature=related

Sitting at a table, I see an attractive woman with classic features sitting alone, staring at an ashtray and singing a woeful song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb2oXxvvfMw

Well, since we’re all feeling down, why not enjoys some music from the Beery’s juke box to suit the mood:

Bob Wills- “Empty Bed Blues”:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5yAbuYPd2k&feature=related

B B King - “The Thrill is Gone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fk2prKnYnI&feature=related

Bo Diddley and Muddy Waters – “My Babe”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_BNz_B1PNg&feature=related

Anyone else have some blues favorites ?
_________________

On a serious note, I hope all is well with you in Athens.

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

05-23-2010, 10:33 AM

"Blue mood", as blue as the fin of the last tuna!

Ha, ha ... A coworker said "at least we don't have to add oil to to the pan to fry our shrimp"

"Here is something to add to Dreary Beery's jukebox:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg5xE...eature=related
(Haroula links saints blessings to "progress" and more....) "

Thanks for sharing. She sounds wonderful. I'll need a translator.

"...back on the nat-gas-prom-party:

Tomorrow begins Turkmenistan's culture week celebrations in Moscau and SaintPetersburg, an important event.......musicaly.

Do look it up, "carefully and in detail"!!! "

I promise to look it up. It sounds interesting, but I have to run for now.

__________________________________________________

In the meantime, here are a few more blues greats:

Muddy Waters – You can’t lose what you ain’t never had
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTHt8oC5BF8&feature=related

John Lee Hooker – “Big Legs Tight Skirt”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuFbePO72gE&feature=related

John Lee Hooker – Hobo Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYrVwGxlcFA&feature=related

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

05-23-2010, 06:51 PM

I took a closer look into the Turkmenistan's culture week celebrations you mentioned.
Here is one link that I found:
http://www.turkmenistan.ru/?page_id=3&lang_id=en&elem_id=17005&type=event&sort=date_desc

Thanks for mentioning this. It is funny how we really do learn something everyday! For example, I honestly was not familiar with this country, likely from being so far removed geographically and the country’s somewhat recent independence from the USSR. So many countries suddenly realized independence from Russia that, for me anyway, Turkmenistan was lost in the mix.

I’m now curious as to why you mentioned Turmenistan and the cultural celebrations. Do you have any affiliation with Turkmenistan? relatives, nationality? Or is it simply a random item of interest?
Having read a bit about the country, I see that they are ranked fourth in world reserves of natural gas (according to Wiki). Is that one of your hidden details ? ha

Here is an image of the “State Museum of cultural Arts” in Moscow mentioned in the article above:
http://www.moscow-taxi.com/images/museums/museum-of-oriental-art.jpg

The article also mentions that the “Concert Hall named after Tchaikovsky will host a gala concert of masters of arts of Turkmenistan”

http://www.bolshoimoscow.com/index.html?sid=2Y0KX93M4GX42N7nr21L&theatre=237&page=catalog&play_date_from=01-May-2010&play_date_to=31-May-2010

As I read through the information about the Concert Hall, I suddenly realized this may be the same Hall where “A Texan conquered Russia” in 1958.
I speak of Van (Harvey Lavan) Cliburn who won the first international Tchaikovsky piano competition. From Wiki – “Cliburn's performance at the competition finale of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1 and Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3 earned him a standing ovation lasting eight minutes.”

Fort Worth Texas now hosts the annual International Van Cliburn piano competition.

Now for some music.
I found this wonderful video showing landscape, architecture and wildlife of Turkmenistan accompanied by what I presume to be traditional form music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZUW2fIMZYQ

Van Cliburn performing in Russia:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwZ6mIwhyec

Gilliatt

yanni

05-24-2010, 12:28 AM

"With persian Saadi on his Gulistan" (Al Aaraf,Poe, 1829)

In the 18th century, Turkmenistan was part of a greater geographical area, known as "Gulistan" and as such, it has been, for quite a while, wthin my roots research interests, triggered by- and based on -culture among others.

Yes, they, my ancestors, were certainly involved in developments there as well (google for Edgar Poe+Gulistan+d'Anastasy+Yanni) and were propably connected, somehow, to first turkmen poet Magtymguly Fragi.

My call to you to look it up however was not in the context of culture but "survival":

....we have first to survive, not an easy task, therefore....

...back on the nat-gas-prom-party:

Tomorrow begins Turkmenistan's culture week celebrations in Moscau and SaintPetersburg, an important event.......musicaly.

So try again with survival in mind!

:nod:

Gilliatt Gurgle

05-30-2010, 10:05 AM

You expect me to work for this?
You do realize I am American which entitles me to instant disposable gratification!?
On the other hand, I was born and bred in the south where life carries on with a leisurely, contemplative pace in the shade of a tree.

John Hurt – Avalon Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klcDgu2f_pQ&feature=related

I can do this!

RE: Survival
Are you alluding to the survival of a people and their culture, whose homeland served as the door mat on the Silk Road, trodden over by a multitude of conquering nations?

Or possibly the survival of -
“The basic cultural milestones of Turkmenistan are related to the traditions of Turkic-speaking oguzs. The latter go back to the pre-Islamic period. The oguzs' traditions found their reflection in literature, music, folklore of the Turkmen.
The most known source of that period is the national oguz epos "Oguz-nameh" also belonging to the cultural legacy of the Turkmen, Azerbaijanis and Turks. It was passed orally from generation to generation and was written down in the mid-16th century. Another epic monument is the poem "Kitabi Dede Korkud" which reflected pre-Islamic tribal culture of the oguzs and the influence of Islam in the 11th - 12th centuries. Epic poems were performed by national singers-storytellers.”

The quote above was copied from the following source:
http://www.advantour.com/turkmenistan/culture.htm

_________________________________
Excuse me for a moment Yanni.
“Fellas, would you please back away a little?”
“I’m having a hard enough time figgurin out what survival means, without you breathing and drooling down my neck in amazement!”
“Maybe you can explain Billy; what am I doing that captivates this lot?”
“They are both shocked and amazed Gilliatt. Shocked by the fact that Mozart is nowhere to be found and amazed by that glowing contraption there on the bar”
“My laptop?!” You mean to tell me the Dreary Beery has never laid eyes on a computer?”
________________________________

Is survival found here:
I googled your suggested- “Edgar Poe+Gulistan+d'Anastasy+Yanni” and found the following:

“*After the fall of Venice to the french, a succesion of protectors ruled the island of Zante (jacobine french and russians-allies of the Ottomans then- imperial napoleonic french and finally english 1809). Zante joined Modern Greece in 1864.
Greece was liberated after four centuries of Ottoman occupation by the war for independence 1821-1827.”

Or perhaps surviving the period of Russian rule?

Tell me; what is survival? ----

John Hurt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-GN-BP_Qlk&feature=PlayList&p=AD7D9A0E6315CBBF&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=2

Leadbelly:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7hOqz9vbdQ&feature=related

Gilliatt

yanni

05-30-2010, 12:04 PM

"Survival" is a game, Gilliat, requiring the most of one's physical and mental capabilities. It only has one rule: know thy enemies (there are many, most in disguise), forsee their next moves, be there first and maintain the illusion of victory in a world without "economy" (οικος-νομος=house rules) ie lifethreatening and in constant change.

Poe's "Gulistan" is key to "West vs East" energy market game which is transitioning from oil to natural gas within a bigger philosophy game of "big corporates" vs "state capitalism".

You may try adopting your music accordingly or not, your choice in a free market.

Here is Alberto Sordi's adaptation process:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV8AdNNQYrw&feature=related

Gilliatt Gurgle

05-31-2010, 08:39 PM

Ahh, now I see.
I was focusing on the cultural aspects of Turkmenistan’s survival. My musical “adaptation” was an attempt to shed light on another side of cultural survival.

Here is another:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1GOpJvq7Ho&feature=related

The camera movement is a bit annoying, but the music is mesmerizing. By the way, the round structure you see is known as “The Great Kiva of Casa Rinconada”. It is approximately 1,000 years old.

Here is a picture from Wikipedia showing a petro glyph character playing a flute. The character has come to be known as “Kokopelli”
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7e/Kokopelli_1.jpg/180px-Kokopelli_1.jpg

Coincidentally, my son and I had recently travelled to Chaco Canyon. If you are interested in further reading, you might consider this:
http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=52419

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It is Memorial Day here which causes me to reflect on any number of survival episodes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOXlw3Qt_g8

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Is “Gulistan” the title? I do find it within the body of “Al Aaraaf”

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Alberto Sordi is hilarious with his deep raspy voice.
“Macaroni, macaroni…”
I see that he was the voice for Oliver hardy in the Italian version of Laurel and Hardy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOkPGfUYMmw&feature=related

Gilliatt

yanni

06-01-2010, 12:21 AM

Went thru carefully all you post and attachements and can now read you better!
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Memorial day with you, Bank Holiday in UK, Titanic was launched on same day, 31st May, some century or so ago, Greece is sinking in debt and fat leaders.
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Al Aaraaf is the title of the poem (a joint work by Edgar and his brother "William Wilson") linking d'Anastasy and family to "Gulistan" (described above).
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"Laurel and Hardy":
I grew up with them, who can forget them? I just don't dare touch them today (critical analysis of their work in the context of history) as I had to do with Poe and a few others.
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Coincidentaly I have been just reading on a Texas company (Moncrief) losing their courtcase in Germany (their claim on a large gas field in Siberia) to Gazprom.
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Wish you and family all the best.

yanni

06-15-2010, 01:08 AM

On the quality of prophecies and texan sonatas:

http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-06-14/gazprom-profits-yielding-three-times-bonds-signal-micex-rally.html

Have been telling you all along, Gilliat!

Gilliatt Gurgle

06-16-2010, 10:58 PM

Ahhh…Gazprom!, a Russian energy company. Now I understand.
Up to now, I figured it was something akin to an exclusive prom party attended only by natural gas magnates. My ability to observe things “carefully and in detail” failed me on this one.

Here is a somber bit of Texas trivia related to natural gas. In 1937 there was a tragic natural gas explosion in the crawl space underneath a school in New London; a small town in East Texas. According to Wikipedia, the New London tragedy lead to the addition of thiols or mercaptans to natural gas in order to produce an odor for detection.

Here is the Wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_London_School_explosion

On a lighter side, your numerous references to Poe are beginning to rekindle my interest in him again.
Once I finish Conrad and Solzhenitsyn, perhaps I will take a shot at your “Al Aaraaf” for starters and then move on to some “Pit and the Pendulum”?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buRFANaKp0c

Gilliatt

yanni

06-17-2010, 12:26 PM

Ancient greeks blamed Cassandra for predicting disasters only, Gilliat:

http://beforeitsnews.com/news/76/057/Scientists_Warn_Gulf_Of_Mexico_Sea_Floor_Fractured _Beyond_Repair.html

Came across it this morning via AV of the Financial Times and my natural inclination towards "lighter mood" was gone, even if my prediction of natgas's brighter future was
confirmed.

(also see http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&sid=axf3BvFrR9XM)

Re Gasprom: Draw your own conclusions, ALWAYS. The tune across the pond favours shale gas.....but...

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"My" Al Aaraaf is the only way to the real Poe (and many other "matters" as well) but it's anything but "light".

Imagine yourself descending down a tiny opening to an underground labyrinth leading you further down and down, searching for something that has propably defined you, is
propably highly valuable (as Poe believes) and has been well hidden because of that, only to discover, when you reach the very deep bottom, not the certain treasure but
the same thing as Napoleon's general Cabron discovered in Waterloo. That's what happened to me at the end (ie Beethoven's Kochs).

A dolphin girl to cheer you up:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VgQNBXzrXM&feature=related

Gilliatt Gurgle

06-19-2010, 01:01 PM

As the years go by I become more and more skeptical of the news I hear or read, but I will say the article does not paint a pretty picture. Nuclear blast well capping! - Wow!
I wonder if Red Adair (Texas tie -in) ever considered that method back in his glory days.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Adair

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIlD3_Z92wM&feature=related

Also see the John Wayne movie - "Hellfighters"

Barton - Another bigfoot in the mouth by a politician, of course in a situation such as this, the media is scrutnizing every word spoken on the subject, preying for the slightest slip up to make hay of. I looked up Joe Bartons district (the geographical area he represents) and I see that it cuts deep into east Texas Bigfoot country which might explain the rationale behind his statements.

http://joebarton.house.gov/DistrictProfile.aspx?section=5

"Bartlett" shale is the hot commodity these days and it hits pretty close to home. A neighboring community has several natural gas wells established, tapping into the Bartlett source.

Speaking of big oil and the glory days, I thought you...

Hold on Yanni, I'm going to stop here for a moment and remind the other one or two people that might dare to read this thread, the "Sonata" was not meant to be a two horse town. Feel free join in.

OK, where were we? Oh yes...I thought you would appreciate the following two photos. The photos include my paternal Grandfather when he worked on an oil drilling crew near Shidler Oklahoma. Eventually he and the family made their way to East Texas continuing in the oil business.

My grandfather is second from left in this photo:

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/GrandpaGurgle01.jpg

and in this photo he can be seen leaning against the pump directly above the "C" in "Connecting" :

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/ConnectingGang.jpg

Gilliatt

yanni

06-20-2010, 05:26 AM

The Russians claim an 80% success rate in their nuke well capping attempts so far (5 in total, all surface).Their report concludes there is no other means to cap this one. There is no sleeve,the well walls have been damaged and, thru ground cracks, more leaks from same source are spilling away at a distance at seabed level, a major one some five miles from the wellhead.

Have been reading, on and off, natural gas and its prospects while discussing Mozart with Musicology. My conclusions were drawn before this one. Below two interesting views on energy and its outlook. They are some seven years apart and do not include BP's-a landmark imo that will certainly affect the industry.

http://wdstudio.net/gulfstreamturbine/brink.htm
http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=fracking-to-free-natural-gas-10-02-28

...and here is latest news on subject:
http://in.reuters.com/article/idINIndia-49470220100620?rpc=401&feedType=RSS&feedName=businessNews&rpc=401

Thanks for the photos of the 40’s oil crew and your grandfather: Having spent 1970-2000 in construction sites all over , mostly refineries and chemical plants, I strongly relate to the subject myself (not by family tradition however).

Yanni.

Gilliatt Gurgle

06-20-2010, 07:39 AM

...Have been reading, on and off, natural gas and its prospects while discussing Mozart with Musicology...

Thanks for the photos of the 40’s oil crew and your grandfather: ...

Yanni.

A quick reply:
Mixing natural gas with Mozart and Musicology creates a highly volatile cocktail. I wonder how our friend is doing?

The photos actually date from the early 1920's !!
And now I stand corrected, my "Bartlett" terminology was close. The Scientific American article uses the correct term; "Barnett".

Having spent 1970-2000 in construction sites all over , mostly refineries and chemical plants, I strongly relate to the subject myself (not by family tradition however).

Ahh, now I have a little better understanding of your interest in the subject.

I'll take a moment to read the articles and by the way thanks for the mermaid gift!

And in return:

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/11908

Gilliatt

yanni

06-23-2010, 01:08 AM

Cocktail talk latest:
http://www.vanityfair.com/business/features/2010/06/fracking-in-pennsylvania-201006?currentPage=all

Re: "I wonder how our friend is doing?",

In my opinion, Robert has been standing and staring down crossroads for quite sometime now:

His attempt to hang "it" on the jesuits may have given him some publicity earlier on but, subsequent to his relative introduction of the subject in this forum, he just can't keep on trying to make it stick anymore:

A google search for "Manufacture of Mozart" rates.....

http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?p=770786#post770786

...as #1 in 276000 search results.

Cheers.

yanni

07-30-2010, 03:06 AM

From Bloomberg today:

The Micex Index of Russia’s largest stocks rose 8.3 percent and shares in gas monopoly OAO Gazprom surged 15.1 percent this month.

(There has been talk on reliability lately).

Gilliatt Gurgle

08-01-2010, 10:02 AM

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a2/Moai_Rano_raraku.jpg/450px-Moai_Rano_raraku.jpg

“Hey fellas, long time no hear! How’s the Dreary Beery been holding up?”
“It’s bin fair to midland around here Gilliatt. That Athenian friend of yours has dropped by a couple of times keeping us afloat. He convinced us to buy shares of Russian Gazprom stock. Good move since the stock prices soared. Now we’re livin high off the hog.”

“Rusty Springs, how you been? Looks like your working on a puzzle.”

“Yeah, it came from London, but there was no name on it, most likely sent by the Count.”

“Sweet mother of Cocchi, who or what is that coming down the street?!”

“Ahh, that’s the new kid in town. No one knows his real name. Terrier will swear on Coronado’s grave, that his name is Handel while Dusty Rhoades believes it is Botch. Otherwise, the rest of Dumas knows him as Quasimodo.

“He’s a sod buster hired by Billy Aristotle over at the Broke Bach farm.”

“Poor fella looks like he’s been breaking dirt for some time, look at that hunched posture.”

“Gossip tells Gilliatt, that he was hired as a favor owed by Billy’s Pa. kind of uh…“I’ll scratch your bach if you scratch mine” arrangement.”

“Boy, Billy’s Pa must have done a lot of scratching… just look at the size of that so called bach of his. Where was he born?”

“Padri Martini tells us he was delivered on the Brandenburg farm down near Amarillo just a stones throw away from Cadillac ranch.”

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/95/Cadillac_Ranch.jpg/220px-Cadillac_Ranch.jpg

“They were rushing the mother off the ranch trying to get into Dodge City to see Doc Adams, but they didn’t quite make it. He was “delivered” just as they reached the Brandenburg’s gate. He jus sort uh dropped out by the gate post. He’s one tough cuss, let me tell ya!”

(Doc Adams is the one with the black hat)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6FfHhamRFs&feature=PlayList&p=3BB91305371BAB9D&playnext=1&index=14

“All that remains from his childhood is a baby rattle he carries in his pocket along with a copy “Of Mice and Men”. The rattle portion is modeled after an Easter Island head tied to a piece of rope from St. Germaine’s bell tower.”

“Quasimodo likes the soft texture of the rope. Padre says Thor Heyerdahl brought the Easter Island head back from his “Kon Tiki” expeditions.”

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8b/Kon-Tiki.jpg/250px-Kon-Tiki.jpg

“Hmmm…interesting. Well Rusty, tell me about your puzzle.”

“This Gilliatt, is a puzzle featuring Johann Sebastian Bach. The final composition will reveal variations of Bach manufactured by combining brushes with watercolor or oil.”

“Here is the completed picture on the bachs cover”

“Terrier claims that this variation you see at the upper right superimposed over the map of Vienna, is actually George Frideric Handel. In fact he believes Bach and Handel are one in the same postulated on the belief that they underwent a face transplant. Kind of like that movie “Face Off”.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/49/Face_off_movie.jpg/200px-Face_off_movie.jpg

“I fear we are flirting dangerously close to manufactured events from our recent past.”

“No need to get the jitters just yet Gilliatt, the firmament appears to be stable for the moment. Bachs and Handels are being addressed by competent chiropractors and the “AbCirclePro” respectively.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQybBoWBC7U

http://hometrainer-offers.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/abcirclepro.jpg

Gilliatt

yanni

08-01-2010, 12:49 PM

In the shipyard, many a worthy schooners are just lying quietly in their births, Gilliat: Indeed, these couple-of-centuries-old beauties might prove much too bulky for the litttle harbour to receive them, the waters might rise, the harbour's famous ostrich eggs might break.

Btw, I still enjoy a full omelette every now and then but "living off"-or on-"the hog" (massaged or not) is not a choice anymore, having chosen a pythagorean diet.

Odor-oh-no forever, said the bean spillionaire-to-be.

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-11-2010, 11:17 AM

... Indeed, these couple-of-centuries-old beauties might prove much too bulky...

Btw, I still enjoy a full omelette every now and then but "living off"-or on-"the hog" (massaged or not) is not a choice anymore, having chosen a pythagorean diet.

Yanni, (and Robert if you happen to stop by)

“…these couple of centuries old beauties…” Did you intend to post pictures of those worthy schooners? Were they among the thousand ship armada launched by a face?

Here is a picture of the Elissa…

http://www.galvestonhistory.org/ElissaPhotosWeb/images/Full_sail%2C_a_calm_day_on_the_Gulf.jpg

…a more seaworthy vessel than Heyerdahl’s reed sponge.

Her home port is Galveston Texas. I haven’t sailed on the Elissa, but I caressed her hull, stole glances at the supple curvature of her gunwales, marveled at her firm stern, but when she turned her bow towards me revealing those inflated jibs, my untamed desires set sail on the uncharted waters of wild abandon.

By the way, there is a Greek connection with Elissa and no, I’m not referring to Elissa, aka Dido / Carthage / Aeneas / Troy / Iliad. I just read in the attached link that Elissa was in Greece on her way to being scrapped.

Link to Elissa:

http://www.galvestonhistory.org/1877_Tall_Ship_Elissa.asp

Music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_50zj7J50U

“RA”; Heyerdahl’s reed sponge:

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/RAExpeditions.jpg

It is interesting to note that the first chapter is titled: “One Riddle, Two Answers and No Solution”, which brings to mind the dynamic duo dilemma of Bach / Handel.

In Texas the hogs are feral, mean and too tough too rub. Your preferred dietary theorem is a wise application when faced with one of these:

http://open.salon.com/blog/mrs_michaels/2009/02/01/files/feral_hogs1233526969.jpg

Gilliatt

yanni

09-11-2010, 05:43 PM

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-18-2010, 09:30 PM

You'll have to search for pictures of re schoon(ers) in my "Poe decoded" thread, Gilliat! Be carefull not to knock them free to glide in the water or else the ostriches may transform themselves to hogs and you don't want that, do you?

When it comes to ostrich eggs, one can never be too carefull:

Mr Neace flew into a rage when his wife Sandra, 54, brought him some eggs for breakfast, a relative of the neighbours he killed said.

Ahhgh..So you send me on another exhaustive egg hunt!
So be it ! I may as well get comfortable with your "decoded" thread anyhow since I will be attempting "Al Aaraaf" soon.

In the meantime, when in Rome... I plan to attend the "Green County Cheese Days" festival tomorrow in Monroe Wisconsin.

http://cheesedays.com/default.htm

There will be ample amounts of locally brewed beer, Wurst and of course cheese.

In keeping with the premise of this general chat category, I give you music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwcem2xRszA

Gilliatt

yanni

09-19-2010, 02:07 AM

Hunting for eggs thru google should be prohibited by law as unfair!

Best of luck with both (E.A.Poe and Cheese festival). As for myself, I am still studying the art of bachwurst manufacture by professor Newman.

See us all at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsjnR-sOoY8

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-26-2010, 12:39 PM

...Best of luck with both (E.A.Poe and Cheese festival). As for myself, I am still studying the art of bachwurst manufacture by professor Newman.

See us all at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsjnR-sOoY8

Haha
Thanks for sharing that.

The late great Lloyd Bridges! Remember “Sea Hunt”?
You’ve loosened the dock ropes and set me sailing back to my childhood days recalling those seafaring adventures played out on the den floor in the warm glow of our Zenith TV.

In the kitchen I imagine submarines in the form of wurst, being buffeted and tossed about in a boiling four liter ocean. Poseidon reaching in with her wooden spoon poking and prodding my hero helplessly trapped inside his midget submarine:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8536444113396567514#

“Well what do you think of her now?”
“She answers nicely to controls now, but uh, we still got a little work to do on pitch characteristics.”

Sounds like a great come on line at a bar…”hey baby, you look like you could use a little help with your pitch characteristics?”

Bonus: Here’s an episode I found with a young Vulcan, whose ears haven’t fully matured:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vnCWNKFGgI&feature=related

Speaking of sausage and Sinclair, I have been enjoying the wurst one liners you and the Count have been tossing at each other.

I’ll take the Grey Poupon please.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmannAYiwh0&NR=1

I’ll close with some music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uzUfSzCBxY

PS Poe is waiting in the wings, so the schooner search is on hold for now. I'll let you know when he takes center stage.

Gilliatt

Musicology

09-26-2010, 01:01 PM

Hi Gilliat,

That's a wonderful sailing ship, the Elissa. Wow !! They are so elegant, yes ?

When I was 7 I remember seeing a fleet of large sailing ships sailing near Edinburgh. Unforgettable sight !!

Thanks for this.

Good old Texas !!!! Nice people there.

Robert

Yanni, (and Robert if you happen to stop by)

“…these couple of centuries old beauties…” Did you intend to post pictures of those worthy schooners? Were they among the thousand ship armada launched by a face?

Here is a picture of the Elissa…

http://www.galvestonhistory.org/ElissaPhotosWeb/images/Full_sail%2C_a_calm_day_on_the_Gulf.jpg

…a more seaworthy vessel than Heyerdahl’s reed sponge.

Her home port is Galveston Texas. I haven’t sailed on the Elissa, but I caressed her hull, stole glances at the supple curvature of her gunwales, marveled at her firm stern, but when she turned her bow towards me revealing those inflated jibs, my untamed desires set sail on the uncharted waters of wild abandon.

By the way, there is a Greek connection with Elissa and no, I’m not referring to Elissa, aka Dido / Carthage / Aeneas / Troy / Iliad. I just read in the attached link that Elissa was in Greece on her way to being scrapped.

Link to Elissa:

http://www.galvestonhistory.org/1877_Tall_Ship_Elissa.asp

Music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_50zj7J50U

“RA”; Heyerdahl’s reed sponge:

http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae114/tabuka1/For%20the%20Sonata/RAExpeditions.jpg

It is interesting to note that the first chapter is titled: “One Riddle, Two Answers and No Solution”, which brings to mind the dynamic duo dilemma of Bach / Handel.

In Texas the hogs are feral, mean and too tough too rub. Your preferred dietary theorem is a wise application when faced with one of these:

http://open.salon.com/blog/mrs_michaels/2009/02/01/files/feral_hogs1233526969.jpg

Gilliatt

yanni

09-26-2010, 01:23 PM

I have thrown every wurst and all sorts of mustard on Rev Robert to get him off my back but nix.

Grey Poopon, La Dijonaise was it?

Spreading this old brand has proved messy in the past. Perhaps as a measure of last resort!

From the good old-fashioned diving days at Tarpon Springs:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fd61i535SgQ

Musicology

09-26-2010, 02:01 PM

Claude Debussy
The Sea ('La Mer')
1st Movement

(Port Aransas, Texas)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO25PNmF2Kg&feature=related

Gilliatt Gurgle

09-29-2010, 01:12 PM

Well I see you two have gone from wurst to nuts!
Pecans are my favorite and let’s not forget that we’re talking about the Texas state tree!

http://www.lsjunction.com/tree.htm

Here’s an interesting morsel I found inside of one; Governor James Stephen Hogg requested that a Pecan tree be planted at his gravesite, a sentiment that eventually lead to adopting the Pecan as the State tree.
By the way, Hogg named his philanthropist daughter “Ima”.
Many have claimed that he had a second daughter named “Ura”, and a son named “Hesa”, but that is an urban legend.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ima_Hogg

(Now we’re back to the hog theme!)

Yanni,
Thanks for: “Beneath the 12 Mile Reef” – “…bringing you the intrepid adventurers who challenge the bottomless oceans for booty, more power, for love!”

Musicology,
Thanks for “Le Mer” and the video of Port Aransas. I’m listening as I type.
The rise of the sun orbiting the earth is beautiful.
Port Aransas is a favorite hang out for migrating birds and those who watch them from the reeds.

http://www.portaransas.org/birds.html

Speaking of nuts, I just realized September is nearly passed and I failed to get my load of Fire Frisbees from Dumas. The missus back home is checking to see if the Dreary Beery has stepped into the modern age by offering online orders. Unfortunately, I am unable to make my annual excursion.
Looks like a cold winter ahead, so keep your Bachs to the wind and Handels in your gloves.

Music (?):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8pjAXiGn-7w&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NFsuDEsEaY&feature=related

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

10-31-2010, 03:18 PM

I had recently informed the Blokes of the 10th annual Texas Bigfoot Conference that was held yesterday (30th Oct) in Tyler Texas. The conference is hosted by the Texas Bigfoot Research Conservancy (TBRC).
While perusing the TBRC website for latest updates on activities, sightings, field camera results, broken twigs, fur wedged in tree bark, etc., I noticed a blurb heralding the attendance of representatives from MDM Productions LLC.
No, no…look closer, that’s MDM not MGM.

MDM Productions is currently working on a film entitled “Skookum”, one of many monikers used to identify gigantopithecus.

Link to “Skookum” website:

http://skookumthemovie.com/

Link to the TBRC’s blurb regarding the movie:

http://www.texasbigfoot.org/index.php/news/news/48-news/184

Now it’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie in which gigantopithecus plays the leading role, but as far as I’m concerned nothing to date could stand up to; “The Legend of Boggy Creek”.

I saw “The Legend of Boggy Creek” when I was perhaps ten or eleven years old. To this day I am still haunted by the blood curdling screams issuing forth from that hairy forest dwelling banshee.

The Legend of Boggy Creek trailer (screams come in about 1:00 minute):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9V44D9xZ70

The bathroom scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SANuxH6Ptdo&feature=related

It will be interesting to see how MDM’s Skookum stands up to “The Legend of Boggy Creek”…those are some big shoes to fill.

I’ll keep the Forum posted on “Skookum’s” development.
No trouble at all, you can thank me later.

Gilliatt

Gilliatt Gurgle

01-26-2011, 09:56 PM

Happy post mortem birthday Mozart (Jan 27th)
Your(?) music shall live forever.

In your honor I wanted to share a few excerpts from a journal I kept during my adventure to Dumas back in 2009:

"...Sitting in a dark corner was an old man with the appearance of an inebriated shaman. Following introductions with the boys at the bar, I inquired about the old man.
“Why that’s ole Jack Russell the “Terrier” he’s older than the hills”.
“Hell Billy, we ain’t got no hills round here.”
“Well he’s older than dirt anyway, and a smidgeon wiser ‘an Aristotle even with one arm tied behind his back!”
“Especially when it comes to eighteenth century classical music”, interjected one ginner.
“The Terrier taught us all bout that classical music stuff, specially bout that Motes Art feller from Australia.” “That’s Austria you dim wit” This was followed by another shot of Marillenschnaps and a round of back slapping and guffaws.

At this point the Terrier made a grumbling sound which brought an immediate, respectful silence throughout the bar. The shaman stood and began to shuffle toward me wiping a dribble of Schnapps from the corner of his mouth. Being new to these parts, I naturally grew tense. Perhaps he is coming to exorcize the intoxicating spirits from my mind?

“Cityslicker, I see you come for a truck load of our most prized commodity, but there is something I’ll share with you that is far more precious than fire Frisbees”

The dung loader popped his head into the bar to let me know the chips were about ankle deep in my truck; “jes wunderin if I should keep shovelin in more BS”.

“Yes, yes; let’s keep piling it on.”

Annoyed at the interruption, the Terrier continued: “City slicker, are you familiar with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart?
“Yes, to some degree and please, you may call me Gilliatt.”
“As you wish Gilliatt, do you believe that Mozart authored all of the wonderful compositions generally attributed to the creative juices of his own mind?”
“Well, yes, that’s what I been told and taught”
“Ah ha! You see fellas? He says: that’s what I’ve been told and taught”
“A typical response from an unenlightened, city slicked mind. Well let me enlighten you my friend. Mozart couldn’t compose his way out of a paper bag! He was a sham, a lackey made famous by the plagiarizing of music born right here on the high plains surrounding Dumas.”...

...“SILENCE! Silence! you numb skulls why do you continue to espouse these confounded theories; It was the Franciscan’s, no it was the Jesuits and God only knows why, but Dusty over there believes Mozart’s notoriety was propagated by a sect of underground New Age Templar Knights. And you Rowdy, why do you insist that Mozart was capable of composing his own music?”

“D--n it all, how many times have I told you Francisco Vázquez de Coronado was the genius, the ghost writer if you will, behind Mozart’s success? Remember it was Coronado who, during that futile search for Cibola, first heard and recorded the wonderful melodious music emanating from the limitless ocean of sage and yucca that lay before him on this very spot. It was a cold winter night in 1541, a blue norther with a full head of steam was bearing down on Coronado and his men as they lay drunk and entangled in the sage following a night of debauchery. Soon a stiff cold wind was passing across the leaves of the sage, grasses and yucca creating the most wonderful music to the ears of the nauseous conquistadors. Coronado immediately put quill to paper and transposed the notes, sharps, flats, rests, staccatos, etc. He was a man possessed, feverishly documenting the wind born sonatas, concerto’s, operas and requiems. Coronado’s music eventually found its way back to Salzburg Austria, falling into the hands of Johann van Beethoven. It was Johann, who had a proclivity toward manufacturing great composers (such as is own son) that took interest in a young street urchin named Mozart. Johann had Mozart copy Coronado’s music so it would appear as though it came from his own hand and the rest, as they say, is history!”..."

Violin Sonata K526:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A943YXT-nko

"Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_a7rG2rxoI&feature=related

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Gilliatt Gurgle

05-22-2011, 01:53 PM

....I noticed a blurb heralding the attendance of representatives from MDM Productions LLC.
No, no…look closer, that’s MDM not MGM.

MDM Productions is currently working on a film entitled “Skookum”, one of many monikers used to identify gigantopithecus.

Link to “Skookum” website:

http://skookumthemovie.com/

Link to the TBRC’s blurb regarding the movie:

http://www.texasbigfoot.org/index.php/news/news/48-news/184

Now it’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie in which gigantopithecus plays the leading role, but as far as I’m concerned nothing to date could stand up to; “The Legend of Boggy Creek”.

I saw “The Legend of Boggy Creek” when I was perhaps ten or eleven years old. To this day I am still haunted by the blood curdling screams issuing forth from that hairy forest dwelling banshee.

The Legend of Boggy Creek trailer (screams come in about 1:00 minute):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9V44D9xZ70

The bathroom scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SANuxH6Ptdo&feature=related

It will be interesting to see how MDM’s Skookum stands up to “The Legend of Boggy Creek”…those are some big shoes to fill.

I’ll keep the Forum posted on “Skookum’s” development.
No trouble at all, you can thank me later.

Gilliatt

Forum members, thank you for your patience. I apologize for the delay, but the long awaited movie update is here.
Beginning with the movie’s website; http://skookumthemovie.com/# , I see that nothing has changed on the homepage since October. Being the adventurous type I decided to click on the Facebook link found under the “news” heading and it is here that we learn that the movie appears to be in the works.

Facebook link to “Skookum’s” photo album:
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.148041208595393.33605.103161056416742

A few photos feature a young lady that appears to have been roughed up by Skookum. I’m guessing the young lass is Anna’s sister (read the “synopsis”), but what thrills me most is that we are treated to the first glimpses of the star standing by a tree. I suspect that “Skookum” is male, judging by the male pattern stance adjacent to a tree.

The film poster:

http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225010_155170521215795_103161056416742_352829_7520 537_n.jpg

I like the tagline; “There’s some truth to almost all legends”. I couldn’t help but think about Mozart and Coronado as I read this.
Since the world didn’t end yesterday, as predicted by Harold Camping, the crew may resume filming, while we wait with bated breath for the arrival of “Skookum”.

Again, you may rest easy and go about your business as I will keep vigil on updates.

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