about a type of metal band

The style suggests that repetition is rehashing, that sustainment begets staleness, and redundancy is unwanted. The sound is bait—it strings you along and promises the next moment will pay off. It could, just by percentages, but almost all of it will be lost and forgotten without any attachments or lasting connections having been made, leaving you wondering what you have been doing all this time.

 

about a bus ride on January 8

The police offered to take me to the detox center but I, of course, refused. I walked to the library and this girl followed me. I knew she hated me and was drama so I stayed away. But she gave me the finger from across the street. I still don’t know what I did to her. Soon after that, she emailed me a picture of her having sex with three guys, and she wrote a description about it all in the email to me. I did not know what to feel. Then I saw one of the guys in her picture sitting in the Safeway parking lot looking at his phone and shouting at it super-hard in his Mazda. We all heard it.

one line about being winter's ghost

My nearly invisible wave at them under gray snow clouds.

(posts) a Raymond Carver poem: "Deschutes River"

Deschutes River

This sky, for instance:
closed, gray,
but it has stopped snowing
so that is something. I am
so cold I cannot bend
my fingers.
Walking down to the river this morning
we surprised a badger
tearing a rabbit.
Badger had a bloody nose,
blood on its snout up to its sharp eyes:

     prowess is not to be confused

     with grace.

Later, eight mallard ducks fly over
without looking down. On the river
Frank Sandmeyer trolls, trolls
for steelhead. He has fished
this river for years
but February is the best month
he says.
Snarled, mittenless,
I handle a maze of nylon.
Far away —
another man is raising my children,
bedding my wife, bedding my wife.

 

 

 

Note: I liked this the first time I read it; when I revisited it several months later, I liked it less.

something about first reading David Sedaris

I knew of David Sedaris because I, probably like most people, had heard him on National Public Radio (NPR), including the annual Christmastime rebroadcasts of his 1992 reading of "Santaland Diaries." It is a funny story perfectly written. Call him a humorist and NPR celebrity, but Sedaris is a writer.

Sedaris's stories draw from his own life. I suspect much of it is stretched and embellished. Some parts could be completely fictional. But almost all of it is good.

So far, I have read Me Talk Pretty One Day and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. Both are collections of essays. These essays spin off Sedaris's childhood, his family, drug use, on-the-job and education experiences, and his relationship with his partner Hugh, which led to a relocation to France.

Me Talk Pretty One Day, published in 2000, might be Sedaris's most popular. He read some of the essays on the public radio show, “This American Life.” The stories I enjoyed most include "Go Carolina," which describes a young David going to his elementary school speech therapist for his lisp; the story about his brother Paul, "You Can't Kill the Rooster" (I think the accounts of Paul’s swearing are almost entirely fictional); and "Today's Special," which makes fun of fancy restaurant menus.

Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim is another collection of essays and was released in 2004. My favorites here include "The Change in Me,” in which Sedaris attempts to become a late-era hippie; “Slumus Lordicus," the story of working for his low-income-housing landlord-parents; and "The End of the Affair,” one I really enjoyed about Sedaris and Hugh disagreeing about a romantic movie.

Of the two books, my favorite Sedaris prose so far is in “Slumus Lordicus," when Sedaris is reflecting on the collection of low-income rental properties his parents now owned:

"So what do you think?" my father said. He wasn't talking about Lance or Minnie Edward's boyfriend, but all of it. Everything before us was technically ours—the lawns, the houses, the graveled driveways. This was what ingenuity had bought: a corner of the world that could, in time, expand, growing lot by lot until you could drive for some distance and never lose your feelings of guilt and uncertainty.

Note: Sedaris’s first collection of essays, Barrel Fever, was published in 1994. His sister is Amy Sedaris, who was Jerri Blank in Comedy Central’s “Strangers with Candy.”

 

about feelings couples have

 

There were a lot of people like her and a lot of people like me, but still we felt nobody was like us.

 

mercifully about a musician

Solo artist Samtar indulges

Samtar is the alternative’s alternative one-man band. Alone, he indulges, producing burlesque sounds influenced by System of a Down's Serj Tankian and maybe some Frank Zappa and a little Mike Patton. On Shadow of the King’s Charade, Samtar's weird renaissance and fantasy vibe side-steps the parade of sixth-generation Rolling Stones and Black Sabbaths.

 

The drifting chorus on album opener “The Shadow From My Dreams” plays to Samtar’s stronger suits—his softer, more restrained vocals and capacity for vocal melody. Hear it at 55 seconds, then at 2:10, capitalized at 2:30. (A guitar solo at 2:50 dissolves the moment.) And Samtar demonstrates his competent falsetto on “Echoes From Across the Sea.”

 

Although Samtar is not to my taste, I enjoyed sampling it. That enjoyment peaked with “The Man”; a supple acoustic moves, tells an old story under an evocative vocal melody. His nice falsetto again turns to burlesque. The album's best vocal melody comes in the chorus of “You Bleed.” Here, Samtar’s controlled Serj Tankian-like affectation works in the song’s favor.

 

The production on the album limps, though. Especially the drums. Cymbals rinse away in the background while the drum heads all sound deadened.

Samtar wrote, recorded, and mixed it himself. Shadow of the King's Charade was released January 13.

about a scene from the Columbo episode, “Any Old Port in a Storm”

“Any Old Port in a Storm” aired October 7, 1973, and guest starred Donald Pleasence as Adrian Carsini, a wine connoisseur who murders his half-brother to prevent him from selling the family winery. Peter Falk is, of course, Lieutenant Columbo.

Adrian Carsini's anxiety grows with each encounter with the amiable detective. In the just-one-more-thing scene (a staple of every episode), Carsini is almost begging to be caught and relieved of the pressure when Columbo mentions the detail that first triggered his suspicion: the dead man's sports car—which Carsini staged at the beach where he dumped the body—was spotless even though it had supposedly been parked there in the rain. Columbo yells his apparent afterthought—turning the screw even more—from the end of the winery's long driveway:

Columbo: Oh, Mr. Carsini! Sir! I just remembered one of the reasons they’re not releasing your brother’s body. I forgot to tell you the other day. Well, you know your brother’s car? It stayed out on that cliff for a week. During that time, it rained, and then we had some sun. But when we saw the car the morning we found the body, it looked like it just came off a showroom floor.

Carsini: What’s your point?

Columbo: No water marks. Can you explain that?

Carsini: No, I can’t.

Columbo: Well, there must be a reason for it. There always is!

Carsini: When you find it, will you tell me!?

Columbo: Believe me, sir, you’ll be the first to know!

Pleasence makes an excellent wine snob. His half-brother is handsome, athletic, an adventurer. But Adrian—short and prissy—has only wine, and his vulnerability is that his world is so small. It makes him desperate.

 

Note: 

- Peter Falk was on Johnny Carson right before the episode aired and expressed his great admiration and appreciation of Pleasance. 

- Dana Elcar has a nice little role as Falcon, a sweet-natured wine enthusiast from Texas.

 

 

(posts) a Raymond Carver poem: "The Other Life"

 

The Other Life

Now for the other life. The one
without mistakes.
- LOU LIPSITZ

My wife is in the other half of this mobile home
making a case against me
I can hear her pen scratch, scratch.
Now and then she stops to weep,
then – scratch, scratch.

The frost is going out of the ground.
The man who owns the unit tells me,
Don’t leave your car here.
My wife goes on writing and weeping,
weeping and writing in our new kitchen.