11 June 2009

Quodlibet

It all began innocently enough on Tuesday.
Nick Danger (1969)

I’m gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An’ ride him all along the border line
With a pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand,
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand.
— Frank Zappa , “Valhalla”

I am not a fascist. I hate Tchaikovsky and I will not conduct him.
But if the audience wants him, it can have him.
Pierre Boulez

Breakfast with the Gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve – in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light the old Valhalla.
Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull), “Cold Wind to Montana”

If you spell my town inside-out, you get Legs On Sale.
Nick Danger (2001)


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