Gratitude is in short supply these days. So allow me to take a moment to express a bit of it myself.
Gratitude is in short supply these days. So allow me to take a moment to express a bit of it myself.
Yours portly has been burning the midnight oil—and the candle at both ends—lately with composing, as I’m churning out Spooky Season III (tentative release date: Friday, 4 October 2024). Last week my church also had revival services, so I was in this weird situation of working late with lessons, cramming some food into my mouth, and then going to church. I’d then come home, exhausted but hyped up on the Holy Spirit and caffeine, and work doggedly at Halloween music (if that all seems incongruous, well, that’s just me, baby!).
In addition to the Halloween music, I’ve also been working on a number of arrangements for my Music Ensemble and private music students, such as an arrangement of the hymn “O Salutaris” for clarinet, violin, and cello (with piano reduction). Shew!
Naturally, this past weekend I crashed—hard. I spent most of Saturday asleep, then slept in some Sunday morning before church. I did not get done nearly as much as I’d hoped, but did get caught up on some World History slides (which I largely put on the backburner last week so I could compose), and slammed out some blog posts (including this one) before church.
Anyway, the late nights have reminded me of how exciting nighttime can be, especially when those hidden reserves of energy pump out quasi-mystical levels of creativity. Perhaps there is something hallucinogenic about operating on too little sleep (that said, I don’t recommend it) and too much inspiration. Maybe I’m just a workaholic.
But, in looking back at this piece, it’s notable how much fun stuff happens at night. It’s a weird, otherworldly time, especially as it veers into the wee hours of the following morning.
I’m a morning person (except for this past weekend), but there is something tantalizing and deliciously inspiring about a late night—even though now I much prefer being in bed under normal circumstances.
With that, here is 21 September 2023’s “TBT^2: The Frisson of the Night“:
On Saturday I asked whether or not we had forgotten the events of 11 September 2001. In asking, I noted that just two months after an attempt on President Trump’s life, we seemed to have already forgotten how close our nation was to bursting into the flames of political passion.
Well, Reality has a way of crashing back and reminding us of our foibles. A second would-be assassin was apprehended a day after my rhetorical post—and exactly two months to the day after the first! He concealed himself in a sniper’s nest for twelve hours, scoping out (literally) the golf course where President Trump would tee off Sunday.
The aged assassin looked pleased with himself:
I suspect the first assassination attempt was the result of elite powerbrokers looking the other way and allowing a troubled teen unprecedented rooftop access to take a shot at the President. Maybe the kid was trained and coached, maybe he was just decided on his own that he’d take out a man the Left considers “literally Hitler” (one of the most absurd propositions ever put to paper).
This second attempt, I’d wager, was an instance where the gunman believed he was “saving democracy” through his actions. Again, if you think our opponent—who will likely win the election—is “literally Hitler,” wouldn’t you stop at nothing to destroy his chances? You don’t need a grand conspiracy when plenty of losers are looking for Leftist accolades.
What I find particularly disturbing is that we seem to be shrugging our collective shoulders. The general attitude is, “well, that’s the way it is now.” That attitude is unacceptable.
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With so many releases this year, and with more releases in the works (I’m currently plugging away at Spooky Season III), I have kind of lost track of which album and which piece I’m supposed to be featuring here on Open Mic Adventures. Of course, the title of this series has itself become something as a misnomer, as now I might upload an actual open mic performance just a few times a year. D’oh!
Regardless, it looks like I’m still on pieces from White Boy Summer, my collection of smooth summer jams. This week’s feature, “Perambulating,” is an upbeat piece depicting a vigorous summertime stroll.
Growing up in the mid-to-late-1990s, I experienced the golden age of cable television, when you could pretty much always find some classic movie just casually screening in syndication at 2 PM on a Saturday. I also experienced the golden age of cheap DVDs, which saw classic movies just casually released onto an affordable format at my local Target.
The first DVD I ever purchased was either O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2001) or today’s film, Blazing Saddles (1974). My memory is hazy on the point, but they both constitute my first two DVD purchases, and I know I only paid $5—in the early 2000s!—for the films. Those two flicks should give you some insight into the impressionable young mind of a doughy young man chubbily flubbing his way through high school.
Blazing Saddles was one of those absurd Mel Brooks flicks that had just the right amount of wackiness and ribald situations to titillate and delight a total nerd like yours portly. As a lifelong fan of Young Frankenstein (1974) and Spaceballs (1987), I naturally couldn’t resist this send-up of Westerners (and people’s hang-ups about race).
I had the opportunity to see Blazing Saddles on the big screen last night as part of one of those Fathom Events special screenings. The flick has hit its 50th anniversary (as has Young Frankenstein), so it seems like a great time to review this film.
I feel like I write this phrase as frequently as Ben Shapiro says his wife is a doctor, but I am teaching World History this year—and I love it. I love getting to talk about ancient history, especially after focusing on the last five hundred years or so for most of my teaching career over the past decade. American history is fascinating, but it’s comparatively short. It’s also useful to remember that there was a lot of history before us, and that even the most ancient and enduring civilizations, like ancient Egypt, were around hundreds and thousands of years before even the Roman Republic. Heck, even the Egyptians talked about civilization that predated them. Whoa!
So here are some posts where yours portly had dipped his toe into the distant past, either historically or musically:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Other Lazy Sunday Installments:
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This past Wednesday marked another observation of 9-11, the events of 11 September 2001. While there were the usual tributes to the fallen, the observation seemed quite muted.
Perhaps we can chalk it up to the anniversary falling a Wednesday, the day of the week least-suited to hosting holidays both celebratory and reflective. I suspect, however, that there is more to our forgetful ennui than the inconvenience of Wednesdays.
Consider that President Trump narrowly survived an assassination attempt earlier this summer. Has anything really changed since then? Has the Left and its media toned down its murderous rhetoric?
Instead, they’ve ludicrously claimed that he brought it upon himself—or that his team coordinated a fake assassination attempt. Given the totally lax and inexperienced Secret Service detail, as well as the peeling away of President Trump’s most accomplished agents to cover some asinine speech from “Dr.” Jill Biden, these excuses smack of lame psychological projection.
Regardless of the hypocrisy of the Left—which isn’t going to change no matter how much we point it out—it’s clear that modern Americans have a woefully short memory about major events. If we’ve already moved on from the failed assassination attempt against a President and presidential candidate, how can we be bothered to remember a series of devastating terrorist attacks from twenty-three years ago?
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Yours portly uploads a bunch of content to YouTube. Most of those videos only get a handful of views.
A couple of weeks ago, I looked at “sleeper hits,” the videos that did better than I thought they would (which, to be honest, is every video). Today, I’m looking at videos that did as poorly as expected. In doing so, I’m hoping you, dear reader, can help give these little compositions the love they deserve.
The older I get, the more I appreciate animals. My parents have just taken in two precious kittens—a brother and a sister—and watching their cantering and playing is adorable. It’s also a good reminder of the playfulness of youth, in both humans and animals, and how enjoying that playfulness keeps us young, even if we’re not as spry as we used to be.
God Created some amazing stuff. The sheer biodiversity of our world is awe-inspiring, and demonstrates that our God Is Awesome. We serve an amazing Lord.
With that, here is 15 September 2023’s “Remarkable Animals“:
Somehow, yours portly ended up following the WordPress-powered website for the Buxton Museum and Art Gallery in Buxton, United Kingdom. Apparently, the cool little museum is closed temporarily due to some structural damage to the build that houses their enigmatic collection, but it still maintains a fairly active blog, with posts about Death’s Heads Hawk Moths and their summer programs (featuring an artist called “Creeping Toad“).
They recently posted a fascinating little piece about The Beatles performing in Buxton twice in 1963, featuring black-and-white photographs from the Buxton Advertiser. Attendees apparently sat on the floor, and girls who fainted were dragged to a changing room recuperate. According to the piece, “This was one of the last small gigs they played before playing to over 50,000 people in Shea Stadium in 1965.”