Wednesday, February 4, 2009

My 25

20090204 typecast pt1
20090204 typecast pt2

7 comments:

Strikethru said...

#22 I am glad someone else out there hates melons.

mpclemens said...

Oh, they're awful. I feel like I'm defusing land mines every time I sit down to enjoy fruit salad. "Is that an apple? NO! HONEYDEW! GAH! RINSE, RINSE!"

Mike Speegle said...

The concept of a small-but-localized tumor that muddles numbers is something I find darkly hilarious.

(Also, the bit above about RINSE! reminds me of that bit from Misery. Brrrr.

Oliver said...

You're making it very difficult for me to continue resisting this particular meme.

CStanford said...

I remember a wooden escalator at the top of I think Kaufmann's in Pittsburgh (before it got taken over by Macy's GRRRR): my wife and I snooped around up there around Christmas time and attracted the attention of a guard, so we weren't able to explore as much as we wanted.

Which minimalist composer do you think your music piece sounds like? I have been listening to Steve Reich and Philip Glass for 13 years now and composed a couple of early-Glass-like bits a couple of years ago.

mpclemens said...

I bet it was Kaufmann's (some 'Net searching bears that out.) I recall it being very narrow, and to my young eyes (4? 5?) quite steep and a little frightening. I also have a very faint memory of taking one of the trolleys that ran in our suburb (South Hills.) Phew.

Olivander, join us... join us... Although I must say I'm filled with regret at the boringness of many of the entries, as I thought of a bunch of better things after the fact. Curse the semi-permanence of the typecast form!

mpclemens said...

Oh bother, forgot to add:

Reich would have been a big influence for sure, though it would be very big-headed of me to compare anything I've written to established composers. (Different Trains knocks me over every time I hear it.) I suppose I regret not having the chance to be encouraged by their output instead of discouraged at my own. I've still got some cassettes of stuff I recorded off the computer's speaker jack -- the auditory equivalent of angsty teenage diaries written when the world was pretty much school and your bedroom walls.