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The problem with people today is they let a little moisture scare them away from a perfectly good picnic spot. Yes, I know, our site is a bit damp. So maybe volleyball is out. So maybe we need to change the major recreational actiivty to snorkeling.


Under Chain Bridge. They call this the floodplain, because, as the name implies, sometimes it is subject to being rather plain.


Chain Bridge from the VA bank, Sunday late afternoon. Normally the river is about 70 feet deep here (it's a submerged gorge, as you know), so let's call it 80 feet deep at the moment. Lotta water. But I don't think this bridge is budging anytime soon -- it's been built and rebuilt so many times that this latest version could survive a Roland Emmerich movie.

By Joel Achenbach  |  March 15, 2010; 7:29 AM ET
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Posted by: martooni | March 15, 2010 11:43 AM | Report abuse

Yay, Toons!

It's still awfully gloomy out. And I'm *expletive* tired of it. If anybody's listening. Which nobody is.

*sigh* *snort*

Want some daffodils. Really, really badly.

Posted by: -ftb- | March 15, 2010 11:46 AM | Report abuse

Martooni! You must know that we are in need of some fairy doors.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 11:50 AM | Report abuse

Take me to the river! Love this song.

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 11:56 AM | Report abuse

Hey Martooni, how are you? Those pics could be from around here. I have a puddle at the end of the driveway that has waves. My forced forsythia are blooming but it's not enough to brighten the gloom here.

Posted by: badsneakers | March 15, 2010 11:58 AM | Report abuse

No garden or home is complete without one, yello. ;)

It's an ugly gloomy day here in Ohio, too. We've had some flooding, but nothing major. At least my back yard hasn't become a lake like it usually does this time of year.

I want the weather we had last week. It was *so* nice to be able to work with the shop doors open.

Posted by: martooni | March 15, 2010 11:59 AM | Report abuse

Thanks and good to see you, martooni.

That there is some high water, Joel. I hope you were safe taking those pictures. When I lived in SoCal, they used to send TV reporters to stand in the middle of the dry washes and river beds during heavy rains, to emphasize the danger involved in the floods. Someone would always be inundated.

People here tend to build on flood plains. We have never figured out why; the state is young enough that there's pretty much always someone around who can remember a given area flooding, often more than once. Builders, sellers, etc. have to mention the flood plain drawback. Yet, the inevitable water to the door (or worse) comes as a surprise to the proud homeowner.

Posted by: Ivansmom | March 15, 2010 12:00 PM | Report abuse

I'm doing well, sneaks. Been fighting my usual battle (or should I say bottle). Ended up in rehab again early last month but doing great since then. Friday was one month sober and -- this is the scary part -- absolutely *no* cravings or desire to pick up. I just keep praying that lasts. At least just for today.

Posted by: martooni | March 15, 2010 12:05 PM | Report abuse

The rain in Spain has fallen mainly on the Mid-Atlantic Seaboard (western shore).

Which doesn't scan, but it has the virtue of being accurate.

And a tune cootie for Chain Bridge:

Yes, it's the great Aretha, and Chain of Pools.

Posted by: curmudgeon6 | March 15, 2010 12:08 PM | Report abuse

LOVE that song as well Mudge.

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 12:11 PM | Report abuse

Why does the Circus Maximus ad at the top of this page show a painting of Andy Richter?

Posted by: curmudgeon6 | March 15, 2010 12:11 PM | Report abuse

The Eva Cassidy version of Chain of Fools is worth a listen as well.

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 12:13 PM | Report abuse

TWC is supposed to hit 60 F this week. Yippee!

There's some flooding along the Des Plaines River in the nw and far north 'burbs. So far, that's it.

CasaJS is next door to a retention ditch. Not aesthetically appealing, but the area basements stay dry as a result. No one complains cuz we all like dry basements.

Very powerful photos, Mr. A. Thank you.

MrJS' coin pile turned out to be worth $42.87. I'm encouraging him to blow it on fancy baking chocolate and King Arthur flour. The deli idea is appealing, but there are none within walking distance.

Posted by: MsJS | March 15, 2010 12:13 PM | Report abuse

wow, now that's some crazy flooding you've got there Joel!... makes our little river seem like a joke.

Posted by: MissToronto | March 15, 2010 12:17 PM | Report abuse

My ad at the top of the page was for the National Nuclear Safety Administration.

Posted by: bobsewell | March 15, 2010 12:20 PM | Report abuse

Good day to all!

After my husband and I made sure that our house wasn't going to float away (unless the power to our sump pump saviors went out) and saved our driveway from the developing sinkhole, we went out to gawk at the flood waters up at Williamsport, MD. The arches on the C&O canal aquaduct linking the Potomac to the Conococheague were entirely underwater, with only the keystones peeking out. Dam #4 on the C&O canal was also impressive. The river was almost the same height above and below the dam, and there was a huge tree caught in the currents at the dam base. The entire tree would be pulled under, only to shoot up halfway out of the water moments later to repeat the cycle.

It always amazes me how water can be so soothing and tranquil at times and so raging and powerful at others. Happens in the blink of an eye, too.

Posted by: MoftheMountain | March 15, 2010 12:22 PM | Report abuse

Good to hear that, Martooni. Stay in the day, be grateful for that - I know you know this ;-) I'm rooting for you!

Posted by: badsneakers | March 15, 2010 12:23 PM | Report abuse

Sorry for the flooding and sorry to be a boodlehog. The last bit of the Foege story for today is at the end of the last Kit.

Off to enjoy my warm, yet overcast day. I'm thinking of pictures I saw last night on the Web of the San Gabriel River that flows through Georgetown, Texas, at flood stage. The San Gabriel, named after the archangel, that flows into the Brazos.

Posted by: laloomis | March 15, 2010 12:23 PM | Report abuse

I am amazed at the flooding. I mean, I knew it was raining there, and there was a lot of snow to melt, but really. After all, it hasn't rained here in several days. How can you flood when we have no rain?

One day at a time, martooni. It is all any of us ever really does; you just have more reason to pay attention right now.

Posted by: Ivansmom | March 15, 2010 12:41 PM | Report abuse

The highest velocity known to have been recorded with a current meter by the U.S. Geological Survey was 22.4 feet per second. This occurred at Little Falls on the Potomac River just upstream of Chain Bridge on May 14, 1932. This translates to a bit over 15 mph. Today's flow is about 200,000 cubic feet of water per second, far short of the 1936 flood level of 473,000 cfs. I have paddled that stretch of river many times at lower levels and would not attempt it at this high volume, but I have canoed a river traveling faster than 15 mph. Back in the early 80's some friends and I canoed the flooded South Canadian River in central Oklahoma from Norman to Purcell, a distance of at least 18 miles, in one hour. The water was so silt laden that there was an audible swishing sound on the hull of the canoes. Of course it was impossible to see anything in the water and the primary hazards were trees and debris suddenly rising to the surface.

Posted by: kguy1 | March 15, 2010 1:11 PM | Report abuse

Martooni! I hope things continue to go well for you.

It is officially spring: I saw green on a weeping willow tree when I was out and about this morning. The Bradford pears are about to pop, and I have blooms opening on my camellias. The latter are very late, a consequence of the cold winter.

Weed, thanks for the link to the Bach. It helpsd a lot.

Posted by: slyness | March 15, 2010 1:15 PM | Report abuse

Re: Floodplains - People have been building in floodplains about as long as they have been building anything, because they wanted to be close to a steady source of water. And up until around the middle of the last century, it was pretty much caveat emptor as regards someone buying property and knowing whether or not it tended to flood. More progressive jurisdictions now typically ban any kind of habitable construction in the 100-year flood plain, but in a lot of areas such regulations are considered an assualt on property rights, and therefor may not have any such controls.

Posted by: ebtnut | March 15, 2010 1:34 PM | Report abuse

interesting timing: the nyt has an article regarding the aging of our water and sewer systems, the cost of replacing them, and the fact that locals aren't too keen on raising taxes or fees to pay for it.

the fact that so much is demanded of public systems when the taxes that provide the revenue for these systems are being cut is beginning to grate on my last nerve. when the systems begin to fail, nobody seems willing to pay what it takes to fix it.

Posted by: -jack- | March 15, 2010 1:35 PM | Report abuse

The heavy rain of the weekend did not cause any flooding that I know of. The systems here are geared to receive a massive snow melt that hasn't happened as there were so little snow.
On the other hand the rain has caused a definite greening of the grass where it is exposed. Thanks to the Parliement's southern exposure its lawn has a definite tinge of "fresh growth" green.
Next thing you know the protesters will be in short sleeves.

Posted by: shrieking_denizen | March 15, 2010 1:45 PM | Report abuse

ftb, here are your daffodils (and a couple of camellias as a bonus):

Posted by: slyness | March 15, 2010 1:47 PM | Report abuse

Ohhhhhh, my dear, sweet slyness. I am hereby faxing exceptionally powerful numbers of *hearts* to you for sharing your springtime blossoms with me.

*reaching for the Kleenex to mop up -- not because of emotional release (although could be), but because of virtual pollen*

You made my day!

Posted by: -ftb- | March 15, 2010 1:51 PM | Report abuse

I have been to Blue Plains where they keep the master sewer and water maps for DC. You don't want to know what I know about that system.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 1:53 PM | Report abuse

There's a map? You've got one up on Ottawa and Montreal.

Posted by: shrieking_denizen | March 15, 2010 1:58 PM | Report abuse

We're having such a lovely, early spring here I hate to keep mentioning it (my hyacinths are in full bloom). But last year, we had a cold, rainy spring, so I suppose things even out over time. Hope you all get a break in the weather soon.

Posted by: seasea1 | March 15, 2010 1:58 PM | Report abuse

O.K., a water theme. Let me finish up on the material about Foege that I wanted to share today.

Bill Foege is coming out with a new book. The hint of the book is here, a press release from Southwestern that promotes last Thursday's lecture and that I found just last night:

He is currently writing a book titled "House on Fire" that will deal with the eradication of smallpox.

The book could as easily be titled "Islands of Infection," these being Foege's own words, quoted on page 277 of Joel Shurkin's 1979 book, "The Invisible Fire: The Story of Mankind's Victory over the Ancient Scourge of Smallpox."

When I crossed into the San Gabriel House Bed and Breakfast in Georgetown, Texas, Thursday afternoon, I hadn't realized that Foege was working on a book--let alone that he and his wife were staying under the same roof that night--soon to be released.

I received that bit of literary information from Paula Foege when were seated together on the white couch in the living room. She said that the "House on Fire" title had been her idea. "The fire a metaphor for smallpox?" I said that I had assumed. "Yes," she replied. I guessed that the title was in part derived from the practice of ring inoculation. Much surprised at my words, perhaps my knowledge, Paula shook her head. "Yes."

Donald Hopkins, in his 1983 book orinally called "Princes and Peasants: Smallpox in History" and subsequently renamed "The Greatest Killer: Smallpox in History" mentions Foege only several times in the concluding pages of his work. Hopkins was a member of the SEP (Smallpox Eradication Program) team.

Shurkin delves much further into the story of the effort in the late 1960s and 1970s to eradicate smallpox worldwide and Shurkin mentions Foege a number of times throughout his book about smallpox. Shurkin covers Foege's efforts to mass inoculate the people of the island of Tonga, "virgin territory" (much like Friedman's very recent mention of Iraq's virgin democracy). Shurkin also details Foege's work in Africa and India, as well as behind the desk as director of the CDC.


Posted by: laloomis | March 15, 2010 2:05 PM | Report abuse

Oh, and I meant to say that slyness's camellia is beautiful. The ones here seem to get brown almost immediately. And since they tend to be red or white, they always remind me of the roses in Alice in Wonderland.

Posted by: seasea1 | March 15, 2010 2:05 PM | Report abuse

I am glad that Foege is writing his memoir, his version of events, the book to come out in the fall with the full title "House on Fire: The Fury of Smallpox," the subtitle explained by Foege at Friday's breakfast. The subtitle was added by the publisher, the University of California Press. A good thing perhaps, since a quick Google search shows a number of other works by the same title of "House on Fire." I offered that perhaps the subtitle was added to play off the alliteration of the words fire and fury.

I asked Foege if he were going to go on a book tour in conjunction with the release of his book. This giant of a man said it is his "hope" that he would tour, his hope to introduce the book to schools of public health across the United States this fall, rather than make presentations to the public.

I asked him how long it had taken him to write "House on Fire"? "I've been working on it 30 years," he replied. I'm looking forward to it. His reply made me not feel not so bad about my slow effort.

I was able to ask him what I consider three key questions at breakfast Friday morning. This is a story, too, since I kept my pad and pen, out of sight, alongside my right foot, but did not bring these note taking aids to the linen-covered breakfast table, nor alongside our breakfast plates of frittata, a slice of tomato and two asparagus spears. These three question I asked of Foege so easily could have led to 30. And, that said, I easily could have 3x30 questions for D.A. Henderson.

Posted by: laloomis | March 15, 2010 2:14 PM | Report abuse

Martooni!!! Good to hear from you.

The pictures are great, if not the content. We knew that snow had to go somewhere when it melted, but that's a lot of water. Some nice hot sunshine should dry things out. We have the sun, but it's still chilly.

Just getting back from the doctor. Another epidural. Once one starts going to these folks, no end in sight. Next. week.

Posted by: cmyth4u | March 15, 2010 2:18 PM | Report abuse

Slyness love the photos, my daffodils are just poking through the ground, the sunny warm weather over the next few days should see some significant growth. Camelias though I cannot grow, at least one zone too cold here, even in a protected spot I am at best a US zone 6, big sigh.

Been continuing yard clean up off and on today.

Martooni, ment to mention earlier - good luck to you, if you get a craving - boodle instead.

Cassandra hope you feel better soon.

Shriek laughing at the protestors remark, still remember the lone fellow who camped out on the Parliament lawn pretty much for the four years I was there at university, long forgotten what he was protesting. The G&M has a collection of photos of spring, one is a late day/early morning shot looking across the river to the back of Parliament hill, lighting is just beautiful in the picture. Which brought this to mind, is erosion on that hillside an issue?

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 2:28 PM | Report abuse

Good afternoon, all.

Happy belated Einstein's Birthday, Pi Day, and !Happy! !Happy! !Ides of March!

This weather in the Mideast is giving everyone's basement sump pumps a run for their money. And then some.

I like both Al Green's original and darn near every other cover of Take Me to the River I've ever heard (cheez, I can think of a half-dozen artists who have recorded versions of that song...)

Spent a little time on Saturday checking on the some of the local waterways, and noted that some flood plans are now classic swamps. This should get interesting in a few weeks as the warm weather kicks in... mosquitos roughly equivalent to Predator drones and Peeper Madness.

Wish I had more time today, but I have work to do (and hopefully, brackets to fill out).

Have a good day, folks.


Posted by: -bc- | March 15, 2010 2:30 PM | Report abuse

ebtnut, I suspect that those property owners who complain about (government) infringement on their property rights are among the first to file claims on their government-subsidized flood insurance.

Posted by: rashomon | March 15, 2010 2:49 PM | Report abuse

bc, I love the word 'predator.'

When I was in 4th grade I decided the school librarian was a predator because she stamped all our books with an earlier date so we'd end up paying overdue-book fines.

It was my first feeble attempt at word play.

Cassandra, you're right about them epidural folks. Ya gotta know when to say when.

Martooni, we are gifted with a new day each and every morning. Few understand the value of this gift more than you. Thank you for reminding the rest of us.

Slyness, thank you for the flowers.

Posted by: MsJS | March 15, 2010 2:54 PM | Report abuse

SCC: "... and the sonic assault of Peeper Madness."

Glad you like that word, MsJS.

'tooni, good to see ya, dude.


Posted by: -bc- | March 15, 2010 3:01 PM | Report abuse

Lots of daffodils at Mrs. Lee's daffodil garden right now (pictures at The history is interesting too.
The ground here is finally drying out enough to work in the yard, and the birds proclaim spring each morning.
Looks like porching season up there could turn into interube season.

Posted by: km2bar | March 15, 2010 3:18 PM | Report abuse

The Apocalypse is upon us. ABBA is going in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. ABBA. Opium! Hemlock! Epicac!

Posted by: kguy1 | March 15, 2010 3:29 PM | Report abuse

ftb, if you want real daffodils, Trader Joe's has them for $1.49 for a bunch of 8-10 stems. I bought some on Saturday, and they sure did brighten up the gloom in my kitchen.

Count me one that loves the extra daylight in the evening from DST. The early-morning wake up call? Not so much.

No flooding in my neck of the woods, unless you want to count the soggy dog towels hanging in the garage.

Posted by: Raysmom | March 15, 2010 3:31 PM | Report abuse

I too am related to royalty. Of course, everyone is.

I'm also related to other unwashed and cruel brigands and thieves, and, no doubt, waitresses, a.k.a., "serving wenches."

Posted by: Jumper1 | March 15, 2010 3:39 PM | Report abuse

To which, I say "About time."

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 3:40 PM | Report abuse

Yeah, Take Me to the River. If Joel was on television, he might even be a Talking Head.

Then again, you may prefer the original by the Rev. Green.

Posted by: edbyronadams | March 15, 2010 3:47 PM | Report abuse

I really liked that article, Jumper, thanks. Never really thought about it that way before. Not on that scale, anyway.

Posted by: MoftheMountain | March 15, 2010 4:02 PM | Report abuse

IMHO the only reason anyone should ever be subjected to the sound of ABBA is viewing Toni Collete and Rachel Griffiths (I'm a sucker for a brunette with an overbite. It's a Gene Tierney thing.) in "Muriel's Wedding."

Posted by: kguy1 | March 15, 2010 4:09 PM | Report abuse

yello: I know a bit of what you speak re: the DC sewer system. The dirty secret is that for decades the storm drains were tied into the city's sewer system (maybe some still are). That meant that any time we had a serious rainfall, all that storm water blew right through Blue Plains and into the Potomac, carrying any untreated sewage along with it.

Posted by: ebtnut | March 15, 2010 4:20 PM | Report abuse

Wasn't ABBA the reason Mute buttons were invented?

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 4:47 PM | Report abuse

I understand the Swedish Academy took away ABBA's citizenship after "Mama Mia" came out. Is that true?

Posted by: curmudgeon6 | March 15, 2010 4:51 PM | Report abuse

Good one dmd!

Posted by: badsneakers | March 15, 2010 4:56 PM | Report abuse

I was raised in a valley formed by a glacier-fed river. Before the freeway spur went through, our street led directly to the riverbank. One of my earliest memories is cavorting with my brothers along the rocky edges of the mighty Puyallup. Or, more precisely, I recall the ashen-faced anger and fear of my mother when she found her wee boys cavorting along the rocky edges of the mighty Puyallup.

Further downstream, the river was tamed with huge slabs of concrete that formed a stable channel. These slabs prevented the river from meandering and provided a ready canvas for enthusiastic graffiti artists. Although long gone, there used to be an enormous painting of a face that looked suspiciously like a copyrighted rodent. This face was used as an informal way to assess the height of the river. When somebody said the river was up to Mickey's Eyeballs, you knew it was time to get worried.

The river has never actually flooded in my lifetime, although it has come dangerously close a few times, especially in recent years. Whether this is because of climate change, vegetation loss, God's Will, or simple randomness is a hotly debated topic. I do know that once, years ago now, they closed the high school for a day so that the students could help put sand-bags along vulnerable spots.

Man, some kids have all the luck.

Posted by: RD_Padouk | March 15, 2010 5:07 PM | Report abuse

Oh sure, hate on ABBA. Because, you know, it's such a lame seventies thing.

Hey. I listened. And I'm proud.

Well, maybe not proud.

But I did listen.

Posted by: RD_Padouk | March 15, 2010 5:09 PM | Report abuse

honey, honey,

Knowing me, knowing you, does your mother know the name of the game? I wonder, because she should have taught you that the winner takes it all and it’s money, money, money or you meet your Waterloo. Baby, those are the rules for one man, one woman.

I have a dream and you should take a chance on me because you have a hole in your soul that can only be cured by a dancing queen or nina the pretty ballerina.

So don’t settle for the S.O.S. because I need to thank you for the music. Otherwise, so long and hasta manana, because I dance while the music still goes on, Chiquitita. Watch out because when all is said and done you owe me one.

Do I want them to gimme gimme gimme kisses of fire? I do, I do, I do, so I will stay a super trooper because lovers live a little longer.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 5:37 PM | Report abuse

Interesting article here on who has not made it to the RRHOF - couple of my favorites in there:

Posted by: seasea1 | March 15, 2010 5:50 PM | Report abuse

Hi, Martooni!

As best I can tell, anytime there's a flood, only a small percentage of the people affected seem to have flood insurance. Including in New Orleans, with its history of flooding even when the levees held.

A while back, I was talking to a North Carolina expert on hurricane-resistant construction. We got around to building houses on stilts, as in the Florida Keys, where there's been a recent crackdown on homeowners who have been enclosing their under-house areas. He asked me how big a wave it would take to tear out a wall. I guessed a three-footer would do. No, a foot and a half. It's easy enough to build a downstairs garage so the walls will detach in a flood; building a downstairs apartment is another mater.

Posted by: DaveoftheCoonties | March 15, 2010 5:51 PM | Report abuse

I made it to #7 before outrage set in, ABBA makes it but Joe Cocker still isn't there?

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 5:58 PM | Report abuse

You know, aside from Dancing Queen, which seemed to have been a favorite of DJs at wedding receptions during the '80s, I managed to completely miss out on the apocalyptic insipidity of ABBA. Another reason to be grateful for the much lamented WHFS and WGTB.

Posted by: rashomon | March 15, 2010 5:59 PM | Report abuse

Say what you will, ABBA was great accompaniment to long drives across the bald prairie in the late 70s. Energetic, cheerful, easy to hum to; perfect stay-awake while driving music.

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 6:08 PM | Report abuse

I made it to #13, dmd. ABBA in, but not Dr. John? Travesty isn't strong enough.

Posted by: rashomon | March 15, 2010 6:17 PM | Report abuse

Jumper... when they built the retention pond behind my house for the new neighborhood back there, above the level of my yard, I looked into buying flood insurance. This is what I found out:

Nothing in my basement would be covered except "built ins" like my furnace and possibly my washer and dryer. For any other of my possessions or house to be covered, the water would have to rise up into the main level of my house. I have a full basement (almost all underground... no walk-out--very typical around here; you'd be unlikely to find a house that DIDN'T have a full basement like mine).

Even if the water were to rise into the main level of my house, nothing would be covered unless there was "a general area of flooding." In other words, the entire neighborhood.

So if the retention pond clogs up and the water pours into my house and yard, the only way to get any financial help would be to sue that neighborhood's HOA and/or the county. Yes... that's what my insurance company told me.

Posted by: -TBG- | March 15, 2010 6:31 PM | Report abuse

If you look at the criteria, inclusion in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is not about recognizing the "best" music out there. Nor could it be because that is an innately subjective decision.

Inclusion is about recognizing that a musical act had a significant influence. That it was, in a sense, important.

It is an objective fact that ABBA was largely responsible for the development of the "layered" harmonic sound which has had a huge influence on popular music. Further, let's not forget that ABBA was tremendously popular. According the their wiki page, they have sold 375 million records world-wide - number 4 on the all time list

Unfortunately, there seems to be a belief that until each and every "superior" act of more fashionable eras is recognized, the music of the late 1970s should just stay hidden in it's dark attic where it belongs.

But this approach ignores a large and important era in popular music. Which, to my mind, is contrary to what the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is all about.

Posted by: RD_Padouk | March 15, 2010 6:34 PM | Report abuse

Another under-appreciated band: The Mamas and the Papas. Great driving/singing songs, too, Yoki. ("No one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass!")

Posted by: -TBG- | March 15, 2010 6:38 PM | Report abuse

The 2010 WinOlys are bearly over, but the UN and environmentalists are bearing down on the organization overseeing construction at the 2014 Games.,0,4014170.story

In part, the article reads:
"Russia's dated Black Sea resort of Sochi is under the spotlight as the next Winter Olympics host. As constructors set about building all facilities from scratch, environmental activists say the ecosystems have already sustained irreversible damage and bird and bear habitats have been destroyed."

It's unbearable, I tell you.

Posted by: MsJS | March 15, 2010 6:39 PM | Report abuse

Well said, rd. While mere popularity should not be the some criteria for inclusion, ABBA was a very influential band and worthy of noting their historical significance.

The 25 year waiting rule has peculiar side-effects in that historical genre-changing movements only come around so often. IMHO, the Class of 2003 was perhaps the most collectively significant group of performers as in included AC/DC, The Clash, The Police, Elvis Costello, and The Righteous Brothers. 2006, for example was a mop-up year as nearly no group was inducted from their first year of eligibility.

With rap now over 25 years old, the prominence of pure 'rock' bands will have to take an increasingly marginalized role as other genres have overtaken it as the predominant popular music idiom. ABBA paved the way for a more sonically defined style that would eventually lead to disco.

I have railed against the tone deafness of the RRHoF before, but I think they are striking the right balance between what snobs like and what people actually listen to. Rock is a mass media and should be recognized as such.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 6:52 PM | Report abuse

Denny and Cass and the crew were inducted in 1998:

When you look at the depth and breadth of the people they have inducted, the odd omission is less glaring.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 6:57 PM | Report abuse

I believe that it was the introduction of high-speed dental drills that led to acceptance of the Bee Gees, ABBA, and their ilk.

Posted by: Boko999 | March 15, 2010 7:18 PM | Report abuse


Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 7:23 PM | Report abuse

So glad someone else remembers WGTB! (pj does too)

Posted by: seasea1 | March 15, 2010 7:38 PM | Report abuse

Hey, apart from a particularly deer-in-the-headlights-look-but-what-the-heck-we're-game appearance on SNL, ABBA made some pretty darn good music videos.

Not leastwise because Frida and Agnetha were involved.


Posted by: Scottynuke | March 15, 2010 7:41 PM | Report abuse

in time of daffodils

in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me

e.e. cummings, of course

Tomorrow, Baby Moon daffodil will bloom....others contemplating the unfurl and shaking out of yellow dimity bonnets...

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 8:20 PM | Report abuse

Look for colors this spring in fashions and accessories: palette id called 'hypnotic.'

Frosti, in the center is a frosted celery green. One of the reds is very bloody Mary of itself, I do say. So, we shall have an early summer cocktail on the grounds of the Frostbitten demesne north, if you will host.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 8:27 PM | Report abuse

Girl, Driving
Late on a Friday,
Wired on gas station coffee
And the prairie summer night,
Driving the long, straight highway
To Claresholm and this guy
I knew. Just enough money for gas,
Coffee, and maybe a gumball,
Not much more.
Abba on the radio, AM band,
Somewhere out of Edmonton or Calgary,
Maybe, bouncing off the night skies
Where the Northern Lights hung out.
And then after Abba Frank Mills
And his honkytonk piano
Playing Music Box Dancer.
Learning how to be, learning
How I am. And the long, long ride
Back the other way
On Sunday morning. Me and the radio,
And the prairie summer nights,
Long beams of the headlights
Illuminating the world.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 8:33 PM | Report abuse

Girl, Driving
Late on a Friday,
Wired on gas station coffee
And the prairie summer night,
Driving the long, straight highway
To Claresholm and this guy
I knew. Just enough money for gas,
Coffee, and maybe a gumball,
Not much more.
Abba on the radio, AM band,
Somewhere out of Edmonton or Calgary,
Maybe, bouncing off the night skies
Where the Northern Lights hung out.
And then after Abba Frank Mills
And his honkytonk piano
Playing Music Box Dancer.
Learning how to be, learning
How I am. And the long, long ride
Back the other way
On Sunday morning. Me and the radio,
And the prairie summer nights,
Long beams of the headlights
Illuminating the world.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 8:33 PM | Report abuse

Ooops. My Dell hiccuped.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 8:34 PM | Report abuse

Love that Mudge.

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 8:39 PM | Report abuse

A Mudgeon original? Very glad to read this.

And, when losing stations, tuning in vain, you will find:

Conway Twitty
Hank Williams
Kitty Wells
Skeeter Davis

Buck Owens and the Bakersfield sound....

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 8:39 PM | Report abuse

Yanno, I been thinking: the return trip ought to be Sunday afternoon, not morning.


Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 8:41 PM | Report abuse

Had to be back in time to get dressed for church, probably.

Posted by: bobsewell | March 15, 2010 8:45 PM | Report abuse

Yes, for lounging and coffee in oversized Peter Max mugs, underneath a macrame hanging basket of slightly dusty but exuberant golden pothos leaves ....with Ian and Sylvia playing on the high fidelity....FOur Strong Winds....or Buffy Sainte Marie

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 8:46 PM | Report abuse

A Mudge original? That's a really tricky question. More like a Mudgeon extensive literary borrowing (that sounds so much niocer than "plagarism," don't you think?).

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 8:48 PM | Report abuse

Sigh, This is for you DoC.

Posted by: bh72 | March 15, 2010 8:49 PM | Report abuse

that's okay, Mudge. I needed the hiccup to blink the unexpected tear away. Very nice.

What a good Boodle.

Posted by: Ivansmom | March 15, 2010 8:51 PM | Report abuse

Bob, CqP has it right. This implies a situation where one not only lingers, one might shall I say this? ... enjoy a reprise. An encore, if you will. (Well, if she will. Which I think she would. Should.)

And yes, the Buffy is a great touch. Maybe some Janis Ian? Some would add Joni's "Blue" album ... but some don't like Joni, e'en tho' they be neighborly, like.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 8:57 PM | Report abuse

We must check with the Canoockies....Ian and Sylvia is their duo....we could have

Suzanne of Leonard fame....Janis Ian is not quite right, I think. A different sort of triste....but Joni would strike that jazz undernote....

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:00 PM | Report abuse

Sylvia T. wrote this:

When I woke up this morning
You were on my mind
And you were on my mind

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:03 PM | Report abuse

The episode of "House" that just went off concluded with Procul Harum's "Whiter Shade of Pale" as the background music. And ya know, it worked.

(In the twisted synapses of my brain, this connection is "on kit," because both "Take Me to the River" and "Whiter Shade of Pale" are on Annie Lennox's stellar "Medusa" album. Right next to each other, in fact.)

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 9:07 PM | Report abuse

Mudge, the trip down the byways is precious....thank you. Now, thinking of Darcy Farrow and One Tin Soldier and the haunting Earl King...

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:15 PM | Report abuse

For some reason I liked the "We Five" cover better, CqP. Very big during the summer after my freshman year of college back at Tubigen or Gottingen or wherever the hell I went back in the 14th century.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 9:15 PM | Report abuse

Mudge, you were at Heidleberg, remember? You wanted to be near the sweet wine valley of the Necker.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:26 PM | Report abuse

We Five had the layered harmony thing....nice. If you can believe this, I played trombone in marching band of a medley that included this...also, Windy, as in the Association,

WIndy has stormy eyes
that flash at the sound of lies..

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:31 PM | Report abuse

ABBA is another of my betes noires... Stop me before I type any more... OK, just one example. Has any native speaker of English ever said "I'm in the mood for dance"? And if one did, wouldn't she mean she wants to see a ballet, not go to a disco? Does anyone else find "Fernando" a deeply weird song... sweet nostalgia for a fratricidal civil war in some country completely foreign to the songwriter and the band? Is it just me, or is it a difference between Europeans and Americans, or is that as bizarre as I think it is?

It's hard for me to understand amazing talent on such a high level devoted to this stuff. But let's face it, technically they were brilliant. Frida and Agnetha could really sing, and Benny was a true studio wizard, following in the footsteps of Brian Wilson (who wasn't exactly a philosopher, either, by the way). As an international mega-act they paved the way for everyone from Michael Jackson to Shakira. So they deserve to be in the HoF on historical grounds alone.

Posted by: woofin | March 15, 2010 9:38 PM | Report abuse

RD, good lord, man, putting the rock music of the late '70s in a dark place where it belongs?

I say nay, sir. Nay!

If you're going to box up significant albums by the Ramones, Queen, the Sex Pistols, the Clash, Elvis Costello, the Police, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Scorpions, AC/DC, ELO, Parliament/Funkadelic, Boston, Led Zeppelin, Bruce Springsteen, Talking Heads, Blondie, UFO, Aerosmith, Billy Joel, Judas Priest, the Rolling Stones, Joe Jackson, the Who, David Bowie, Patti Smith, Meatloaf, John Mellenkamp, the Runaways, Elton John, the Jam, the Buzzcocks, Pink Floyd, Rush, Fleetwood Mac - geez I'm running out of breath here - and a bunch of great stuff I'm forgetting then we might as well take me and lock me up, too.

And yeah, I liked ABBA well enough for pop radio purposes. Catchy tunes, ferdamsure.

But to condemn an entire half-decade because of disco and the Bee Gees -- some of us hardly even noticed it except when saw it on TV, or when we went to our proms.


Posted by: -bc- | March 15, 2010 9:44 PM | Report abuse

Woofin -- all true; and that is the wonder of overproduction -- the lush wall of stuffs that WORK ToGETHER. But, the words never stand as a poem. Ever.

To jack up the culture though, recall that Steve Gillete wrote a semi successful folk song based on A Goethe poem:

The Erl-King

The Erl-King
(Steve Gillette)
from The poem by Goethe

Who rides through the night so dark and wild?
The father rides with his own fearful child.
The boy he holds so close in his arms
He guards him safely, he keeps him warm.
Why do you hide your face as in fear?
Father, don't you see, the Erl King is here?
He calls to me with a crown and a shroud
No, my son, that's nothing but a passing cloud.

The Erl King beckons to the terrified boy,
You must come with me.
I'll give you jewels and wealth untold,
You'll walk in robes of bright and shining gold.
Father, father, do you not hear
The Erl King whispering low in my ear.
Hush now and rest ye, it's nothing my child
But the trees in the night wind playing their melody wild.

The Erl King says, oh, come with me
And my own fair daughters will wait on thee.
A heavenly vigil o'er your cradle they'll keep
And tenderly sing and rock you to sleep.
Father, father, see them there
The Erl King's daughters with bright shining hair.
No, my son, there are no fair maids
Nothing but the willow that wave in the glade.

Clutching the reins in his trembling hands
With pain and dispair that he can't understand.
Alone on the road with the stars overhead
Fearful and hopeless, the boy in his arms is dead.
To the trees in the nightwind he cries aloud
He seeks out the face of death in every passing cloud
Down in the meadow where the boys grave is laid
Nothing but the willow that wave in the glade.

Nothing but the willow that wave in the glade.

Copyright 1966, Cherry Lane Music, ASCAP

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:44 PM | Report abuse

Fernando -- tres wacko; I always thought of Ernest Hemingway in the same breath and also, the Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, which gave us another song of that era...a PhD thesis for you sir. Ask Master BC if you may develop the thesis. I'll help with footnotes.

And, guess what: I want to be Muriel Spark when I grown up, writing such penetrating and short fiction that skewers people while it loves them deeply. MS wrote that book; and Maggie Smith, oh, dear. What a book, move, and even a song. WRITTEN BY ROD McKuen. Oh Mudge, can you believe it?

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:50 PM | Report abuse

BC -- your forgot the Cars....

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:52 PM | Report abuse

Woofin, I would say paving the way for Michael Jackson and Shakira should be grounds for being banned from the RRHOF, but that is just me.

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 9:53 PM | Report abuse

And, Oliver, who sang Jean, also does Good Morning Starshine, that song with the nonsense, glossipia, syllable chorus, here with a Mexicali percussion undertone:

Happy in the morning, post-lude of what Mudge wrote about regarding our prairie driving gal....nice that it is not filled with two-cigarette ironies but enthusiasm.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 9:56 PM | Report abuse

CqP, I think that's pretty close to a straight translation, and certainly very much in the spirit of the original, which was set by Schubert.

I forgot to say, yello, your portmanteau of all the ABBA-phrases above is hilarious. (Is that the right term, CqP?)

Posted by: woofin | March 15, 2010 9:57 PM | Report abuse

Topical and a strong late seventies memory for me, seemed to play at almost every party I attended, and based on literature (well kinda)

Rush, Xanadu 10 minutes long

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 10:02 PM | Report abuse

Woofie, not sure, brain is turning off but funny as all get out, our yellowjacketboy.

Yes, close to the poem but he put it before tweenies, teens and college students, which is amazing.

Bob Dylan did it with Eileen Aroon, a very old song from Wexford...sometimes called Valley Fair.

CpBOy is commandering the laptop....

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 15, 2010 10:04 PM | Report abuse

dmd3, I could do without Michael Jackson for most of the last 20 years, but I kinda like Shakira... beyond the obvious reasons, I mean. I think there's something there, especially when she is simply fronting her band. Two or three years ago on Letterman, she gave a spellbinding performance of that kind, but the big costumed production number she trotted around all the TV shows just a few months ago with a big troupe was totally blah.

Posted by: woofin | March 15, 2010 10:08 PM | Report abuse

Laughing, CqP. Yes, Rod McKuen. And there was a brief moment back there wjen I thought "Stanyan Street and Other Poems" was the way to a maiden's ...heart.

Loved The Association. Had their album, saw them in concert.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 10:08 PM | Report abuse

Ahem bc, you are forgetting Steely Dan. Can't have the '70's without them.

Posted by: badsneakers | March 15, 2010 10:18 PM | Report abuse

Gosh, the memories are overwhelming. I'll just say I've listened to and enjoyed pretty much every artist/group mentioned, even though I think the best work was behind some of them by the late seventies.

Posted by: bobsewell | March 15, 2010 10:18 PM | Report abuse

Thanks, woofin.

I've taken my ABBA pastiche and hyperlinked all the call-outs to the related videos:

Click on the links and I defy you to not tap your toes. They may not have changed music, but they changed my life. Have I ever mentioned that my wife is a big ABBA fan? It gave us something to talk about.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 10:21 PM | Report abuse

Oh, what the hell. Let's post ol' Rod's "Stanyan Street," for auld lang syne:

Stanyan Street

by Rod McKuen

You lie bent up in embryo sleep
below the painting of the blue fisherman
                             without a pillow.
The checkered cover kicked and tangled on the
the old house creaking now
a car going by
the wind
a fire engine up the hill.
I've disentangled myself from you
                            moved silently,
groping in the dark for cigarettes,
and now three cigarettes later
                               still elated
                                      still afraid
I sit across the room watching you -
the light from the street lamp coming through the
hysterical patterns flash on the wall sometimes
                  when a car goes by
otherwise there is no change.
Not in the way you lie curled up.
Not in the sounds that never come from you.
Not in the discontent I feel.
You've filled completely
this first November day
with Sausalito and sign language
                            canoe and coffee
                              ice cream and your wide eyes.
And now unable to sleep
because the day is finally going home
because your sleep has locked me out
I watch you and wonder at you.
I know your face by touch when it's dark
I know the profile of your sleeping face
the sound of you sleeping.
Sometimes I think you were all sound
kicking free of covers
and adjusting shutters
moving about in the bathroom
          taking twenty minutes of our precious time.
I know the hills
         and gullys of your body
                   the curves
                             the turns.
I have total recall of you
and Stanyan Street
because I know it will be important later.
It's quiet now.
Only the clock,
moving toward rejection tomorrow
breaks the stillness.
I have come as far away
as means and mind will take me
trying to forget you.
I have traveled, toured
turned a hundred times in the road
hoping to see you rushing after me.
At night,
though half a world away,
I still hear you sigh in several sizes.
The breathing softer when you're satisfied.
The plip-plop body machinery back to normal.
remembering how warm you are
and how defenseless in your sleep
never fails to make me cry.
I cannot bear the thought of you
in someone else's arms
yet imagining you alone is sad.
And in the day
my mind still rides the bridge
from Sausalito home.
I do not think
me and San Francisco
will be friends again
we share too many troubles.
Stanyan Street and other sorrows.


Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 10:24 PM | Report abuse

We try so hard to make each other frown
I sometimes wonder
if we haven't been together much too long.
The words that work the wonders are so few
that they seem foolish anymore.
Is this a kind of loving too,
a chocolate bar that tastes good at the time
but kills the dinner later on ?
Could be our appetite will go
till even memory's not a feast.
But there are times
when you can smile in such a way
that I'd forget a ten year war
and lie down in your shadows' shadow
and live on sounds your stomach makes.
In these brief times
I could die against your side
and never make a warning sound
content to suffocate
within the circle of your back.
Three years
              ( or maybe four )
have moved beneath the San Francisco wreckers
and their yard-long hammers.
Their caterpillar treads that transform brick
to dust-red powder.
Those giant cranes
that slice a roof down
with a single swing.
Some have never known the wreckers' rattle.
Those houses on Pacific that march toward
restored by dilettantes from Jackson Square
painted up like aging actresses
with eye-shadow windows and rouge-red doors.
Some have had collections taken up
petitions passed from hand to hand.
Their widows walks scraped free of dirt
and green grass planted where the weeds once grew.
These houses almost shiny new
that crowd Nob Hill
and marched down Lombard in a row
were saved to show the glory of the past.
There was a house on Stanyan street
that took a single day to wreck
    and that includes an hour spent
at tin-pail lunch on sandwiches and beer.
They carted off the timber and sold it by the pound.
The bricks at least, ten cents a piece,
now make a Marin garden wall.
But there is little salvage to be had
in bent and broken nails
and things that might have been
if I'd had wiser eyes
or been a fisherman
                   in blue.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 10:25 PM | Report abuse

For a long time I thought the utter pinnacle of rock, than which nothing could be better, was Allman Bros Live at Fillmore East. I haven't exactly disavowed that opinion, but have expanded my horizons in the, what, 35 years since. Some guy with my name and face thought that, and he was probably 100% correct, but he's off back there pickled in time and I only occasionally pay attention to him any more, 'cause he memorized every note of those songs, and he's there in the wayback machine taking care of business, while now in 2010, I do other things. And I love to hear Derek Trucks or Warren Haynes play that blues-rock, but I can't manage to listen to them too often or buy more than one or two of their CDs, because it's just too sad. But anyway, in the late seventies I did go to hear some punk and/or New Wave bands play in bars when they were a lot of 17 to 20 year-old guys destroying civilization as they knew it, and boy were they loud, and you didn't want to have to go take a pee in those restrooms, and if you do, don't slip and fall. So, anyway, like five years ago, I went to have my hearing tested, because I thought maybe I'd damaged it in my youth by sitting next to the speakers so many times, but no, only normal aging...

Posted by: woofin | March 15, 2010 10:25 PM | Report abuse

Fuse is showing the Induction Ceremony live and uncut but just a little censored. Right now The Hollies and guests are running through a great 60s medley of their hits.

Earlier, Iggy Pop couldn't wait to rip off his shirt and rock the place. And it's not the RNRHOF show without that ubiquitous Canuck Paul Schaefer.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 10:26 PM | Report abuse

I know I am late to the party; nothing new there.

But, but, Procol Harum's Whiter Shade of Pale?

I was *at* the concert that resulted in the great album, "Procul Harum live with the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra."

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 10:33 PM | Report abuse

Yes, ladies and gentlepersons, that pome was once sweeping the nation. But even back then, e'en as a callow "yoot," I knew with certainty that

"I do not think
me and San Francisco
will be friends again"

had to be the worst line of poetry ever written. Rod, Rod, buddy, what WERE you smoking?

Hi, Yoki.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 10:36 PM | Report abuse

Hey, 'mudge.

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 10:39 PM | Report abuse

Gee, thanks, Mudge (not). I owned that book of poems by Rod McKuen way back when.

Paul Schaefer is so annoying. Probably just as well I don't get that channel.

It's fine that people like Abba, I just don't think their music is rock. Needs more bass.

Posted by: seasea1 | March 15, 2010 10:39 PM | Report abuse

Mudge... being Yoki's age myself, I think it would have been more likely Joni's Court and Spark album...

Help me, I think I'm falling... in love with you;
Are you going to let me go there by myself? That's such a lonely thing to do.

But of course, only Yoki can really tell us.

Posted by: -TBG- | March 15, 2010 10:40 PM | Report abuse

Rod did some great stuff, but was no stranger to clunker lines.

Posted by: bobsewell | March 15, 2010 10:40 PM | Report abuse

'zackly, seasea!

ABBA wasn't Rock, it was the vanguard of Pop. Not that there is anything wrong with that (says the 52-year-old who is *totally* into new hard Rock and Death Metal). Hee hee.

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 10:43 PM | Report abuse

And she's here! Yoki!

Posted by: -TBG- | March 15, 2010 10:44 PM | Report abuse

Kewl, Yoki. A Salty Dog is one of my all-time favorite albums. I was wandering youtube listening to their stuff earlier. So good.

Posted by: seasea1 | March 15, 2010 10:45 PM | Report abuse

So does any of you extreme northerners want Ubiquitous Canuck as a boodle handle?

No, I thought not...

Posted by: woofin | March 15, 2010 10:48 PM | Report abuse

No no, TBG! I can go there with you. But, I always liked the harder-edged stuff; remember The Six Wives of Henry the VIII? Rick Wakeman.

Error Flynn loved Tull as I did, but he loved Bungle in the Jungle more, and I, Bach's Bouree.

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 10:49 PM | Report abuse

lol, woofin.

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 10:52 PM | Report abuse

TBG, Court and Spark is one of my all-time favorites albums. However, I was projecting more mode and timely album. You see, the problem is that certain Calgarians (no names, please) do not like Miss Mitchell's work.

But yes, Court and Spark...

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 15, 2010 10:56 PM | Report abuse


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Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 11:01 PM | Report abuse

Loved Rick Wakeman Yoki, especially Journey to the Centre of the Earth. The advantage of being the youngest I was able to listen to and appreciate the older siblings music. Uriah Heep was another of the older siblings music that I like, along with Santana, Slade, Doobie Brothers, Eisley Brothers (sp), could have done without the Crimson and Clover and Your So Vain singles that my older sister played, over and over and over again.

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 11:01 PM | Report abuse

C&S is on my iPhone rotation right now and I smile hugely every time I hear the opening of "Car on a Hill."

And yes, I was thinking mainly chronologically C&S would be on the radio during her "commutes."

Sigh. I remember those commutes. I ended up marrying mine.

We didn't even live in the same town until two weeks before the wedding. Twenty-six and a half years later it still seems to be working out.

Posted by: -TBG- | March 15, 2010 11:02 PM | Report abuse

I've already muffed one chore by sitting here chatting about music etc., so I better cut my losses. G'night, y'all.

Posted by: woofin | March 15, 2010 11:02 PM | Report abuse

I've managed to avoid the 'poetry' of Rod McKuen until tonight despite his ubiquity in used book stores during the 70s. Thanks for popping that particular cherry. Not. I'll stick to Richard Brautigan.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 11:04 PM | Report abuse

and twenty-eight-and-a-half years later, it seems to be working out better than ever before (small late hopefully overlooked public declaration of reconciliation between my beloved Himself and me).

But, I love Crimson and Clover, more situationally than for its artistic merits.

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 11:08 PM | Report abuse

G'night woofin. Nice to see you!

Posted by: -TBG- | March 15, 2010 11:09 PM | Report abuse

Meryl Streep is in the house to honor ABBA. No sign of Pierce Brosnan.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 11:10 PM | Report abuse

Problem was not the song, but the massive overplay - we shared a room I had no escape :-).

Posted by: dmd3 | March 15, 2010 11:10 PM | Report abuse

I like ABBA, so sue me

Mama Mia in my regard is a great musical film

Amanda Seyfried does this seemingly to me effortless tremolo

And Meryl is awesome, didn't even know

Posted by: omnigood | March 15, 2010 11:12 PM | Report abuse

dmd3, that was my experience the first year I was in residence at Victoria Hall at Queen's. I didn't really *hate* American Pie, until I did.

And then we all used to stick our heads out our doors in unison up and down the hallway, and shout, "Turn that CARP down!"

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 11:17 PM | Report abuse

Michael Lewis on the Daily Show, right now.

Off to back boodle.

Posted by: frostbitten1 | March 15, 2010 11:22 PM | Report abuse

From the moment I heard of the Mamma Mia musical, I knew I had to see it. Rather than going from London to New York, they opened a Toronto production next. We planned our summer vacation around going to Canada to see the show and hence getting a six month jump on the Broadway show. Fanatic? Not me. Just a great excuse to see Niagara and Toronto.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 15, 2010 11:25 PM | Report abuse

See, folks, music of the late 70s was not necessarily the wasteland some suggest it might be.

Too much music I enjoyed back then to even make a real comprehensive list - I even forgot to mention John Prine, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Fleetwood Mac, George Thorogood & the Destroyers, Thin Lizzy (severely underrated IMO), Foghat, Rod Stewart, etc.

Dag, I'm kinda old. Wonder if I'll feel this way 30 years from now about the Hold Steady, BRMC, Gaslight Anthem, Against Me!, the Donnas, Foofighters, Green Day, et al?

And try not to get laughed at too much about liking Mika. Darned catchy stuff, that.


Posted by: -bc- | March 15, 2010 11:39 PM | Report abuse

iDeath was a time warped iPhone app?

Posted by: DNA_Girl | March 15, 2010 11:42 PM | Report abuse

Gosh! I hope so. You're listening to Green Day and the Foos and MCR and Muse and the new Skinnerd?

Only, bc, our children will think we are hopeless. Isn't that splenid?

Posted by: Yoki | March 15, 2010 11:53 PM | Report abuse

American Idiot opens on Broadway later this month. And this summer I saw The Donnas open for Blondie and Pat Benatar last summer. Good music is timeless.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 16, 2010 12:00 AM | Report abuse


I almost never get to do that.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 16, 2010 12:16 AM | Report abuse

Me and that doctor
at Puddleby-on-the-Marsh
will do little talks...

-Wilbrodog McKuen-

Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 12:24 AM | Report abuse


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Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 12:26 AM | Report abuse

Wilbrod, most dogs don't like to be pushmepullyous. Just sayin'

Posted by: Yoki | March 16, 2010 12:27 AM | Report abuse

Bah, time to nap now.
Nobody's up to boogie
With this old doggie.


Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 12:28 AM | Report abuse

Bah, time to nap now.
Nobody's up to boogie
With this old doggie.


Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 12:28 AM | Report abuse

Yoki, how touching
your warm concern feels-- beats vets'
improper touching.

-Wilbrodog (who was calling his gnome.)

Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 12:32 AM | Report abuse

Now.. to fetch slippers,
blanket, midnight snacks, and some
z's to munch in bed.


Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 12:36 AM | Report abuse

I do not believe
that goldfish bubble in tongues,
but dogs do haiku

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Posted by: Yoki | March 16, 2010 1:18 AM | Report abuse

Sorrow makes the woman,
the big ugly woman,
crazy and sorrowful.

Posted by: Yoki | March 16, 2010 1:20 AM | Report abuse

Women in warm beds
banish sorrows for snores
as taught by wise dogs

-Wilbrodog (really sleeping now, 'k?)-

Posted by: Wilbrod_Gnome | March 16, 2010 1:37 AM | Report abuse

Boodle fax fires
up lifting dreams to ease a
soulful of sorrow

Posted by: DNA_Girl | March 16, 2010 1:40 AM | Report abuse


Posted by: Windy3 | March 16, 2010 1:51 AM | Report abuse

*mega-HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSS for Yoki* :-)

And I'll see you your "Xanadu" and raise you Iron Maiden's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner."

Although the music's better in Xanadu, seriously.

*reprogramming-my-MP3-player Grover waves* :-)

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 5:20 AM | Report abuse

'Morning, Boodle. Late last night Verizon agreed to send a teck out this morning ("between 8 a.m. and noon") to see why my modem keeps dropping the signal, so I'm taking a leave day, and will be home all day.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 16, 2010 5:59 AM | Report abuse

CqP, this column by Anthony Stevens-Arroyo is right down your alley: social justice and that moron Glenn Beck.

Note the mistake in this quote, though: "Blessed John XIII included international organizations like the United Nations in his Mater et Magistra. Apparently, Beck would have us be cafeteria Catholics who say, "Mater, sí; Magistra, no."

It isn't John XIII, it is John XXII. I don't know if the error is Stevens-Arroyo's or the Post's, but if they had any copy editors they'd probably have caught this. When even a non-Catholic like me knows the difference between John XIII and John XXIII from a city block away, that's pretty bad (I know Stevens-Arroyo knows better, so it's either his typo or somebody's editing oversight).

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 16, 2010 6:33 AM | Report abuse

What's an X or two between friends, 'Mudge? :-)

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 7:17 AM | Report abuse

Morning all, hi Cassandra! I happily overslept and now have to deal with the consequences. Time to get moving!

Ah, music! Lots of fun overnight. I enjoyed reading the discussion...

Since I'm behind, just ham biscuits with a bowl of mixed fruit and hot beverages on the ready room table. Enjoy!

Mudge, I hope the tech comes early and solves your problem...

Posted by: slyness | March 16, 2010 7:17 AM | Report abuse

And in the Eternal Battle for Reason and Sanity Dept:


And here's an obit we can all be envious of:

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 7:32 AM | Report abuse

How we doing in that battle, Scotty? Not too well, methinks.

Posted by: Curmudgeon5 | March 16, 2010 7:59 AM | Report abuse

Not really, 'Mudge, no... *SIGHHHHHHH*

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 8:05 AM | Report abuse

Not sure, bc, if I am misreading your tone or you were misreading mine. I wasn't advocating the position that music of the late 70's should be ignored. I am just pointing out that this is a position endorsed by some who feel that rock peaked during the Woodstock era. I am not one of those people.

Indeed, I freely admit that as a kid who attended high-school during the Carter administration I have a soft spot for the popular music of those years. Including, I admit, acts like ABBA, the BeeGees, Donna Summer and Barry Manilow.

I remember this music fondly because this is what was on the radio, and the radio is what I listened to. There were no cool clubs for me to go to. I didn't even have the money to spend on records. I was a slave to the playlists of KTAC 85.

Was the popular AM-radio music of this era "good" music? To me, that's like asking if all those happy moments I spent listening to "Brick House" were simply an illusion born of musical naivity. I can't really listen to such music with a dispassionate ear because the memories stirred up are anything but.

True, it certainly hasn't held up for me as well as the music of other eras, such the early 80s, but that isn't really the point.

The point is, there is something dishonest and elitist to pretend that disco and disco-influenced music was not culturally important. The myth that this insanely popular music was something nobody actually listened to seems absurd. So, to me, to edit such music out of our musical history books because it has fallen out of favor seems absolutely Stalinist.

Posted by: RD_Padouk | March 16, 2010 8:20 AM | Report abuse

Mudge, my parents and maternal g-parents had an audience with John the 23rd. I was there; he reached for me and I played peekapoo with him.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 16, 2010 8:22 AM | Report abuse

Check out this pic of a bald eagle and a starling:

Posted by: omnigood | March 16, 2010 8:46 AM | Report abuse

That site is blocked as Swimsuit/Intimate Apparel on my computer. Just what is that eagle wearing?

Posted by: yellojkt | March 16, 2010 8:52 AM | Report abuse

Is it the Sun's Page 3 Eagle?

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 9:04 AM | Report abuse

Ah, sorry yello. it's probably the Sun in general that's blocked.

Posted by: omnigood | March 16, 2010 9:08 AM | Report abuse

And it's like that picture of Ms. Spears; from this angle you can see the naughty parts.

Posted by: DNA_Girl | March 16, 2010 9:15 AM | Report abuse

Linda Holmes from NPR is in the pro-ABBA camp.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 16, 2010 9:53 AM | Report abuse

Good morning, y'all.

Warm muffins, coffee and OJ on the table.

ABBA for me was just one of many groups I was tepid-to-lukewarm about. The group hasn't ever aroused any sort of emotional reaction.

I once met Peter Lewis, the former CEO of Progressive Insurance. He was very instrumental in getting the bid together to put the Rock and Roll HoF building in Cleveland. Amazing person.

Aside from that, I don't really have any opinions about the HoF, including which performers should be enshrined but aren't. It's all very subjective.

As to the Eternal Battle for Reason and Sanity, well, that can get pretty subjective too.

Posted by: MsJS | March 16, 2010 9:59 AM | Report abuse

RD, I believe we're on the same side on the music question, sir.

Even though most of us sat around in basements listening to (or heaven forbid, trying to *play*) that stuff, it deserves to get out of there and emerge boldly (if unsteadily), blinking, into the day.

And get back to work helping sell us our own pasts at a profit.


Posted by: -bc- | March 16, 2010 10:35 AM | Report abuse

Howdy y'all. I thought I missed most of ABBA, but I loved the Mama Mia movie with Meryl Streep and discovered I knew almost all the songs. Go figure.

CqP, if you played peek-a-boo with a Pope, and the Pope is God's emissary on Earth, I'm thinking that gives the Boodle a pretty amazing Bacon number with God.

Yellojkt, I read at a yearly poetry evening. One year I brought Brautigan's "My Catfish Friend" and, by popular acclaim, have repeated it every year since. I think I've inflicted it on the Boodle before too.

Posted by: Ivansmom | March 16, 2010 10:37 AM | Report abuse


Just read in the NYT (March 11th) about the film of "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" coming over here within (apparently) a few weeks. This is (I dearly hope) the Swedish version, and it has a Danish director. Good reviews. The woman who plays Lisbeth Salander (Noomi Rapace) has won all sorts of awards for her portrayal in Sweden. Hoping it comes down here, so I can go see it.

While my music tastes range from classical to jazz/blues, I still enjoy ABBA -- maybe because of my deep Swedish experiences. Their music can be sweet, bouncy and light -- we're not talking the musical equivalent of rocket surgery here -- but it's not really, really awful. Given the choice, I would definitely prefer Eva Cassidy to ABBA, but it's sort of a false choice, isn't it? I mean, given the choice between Eva Cassidy and the Brandenburg Concerti (any of them), I would choose the Brandies. And after I had listened to any/all of them, I'd slip my Eva Cassidy CDs into their respective slots.

I'm definitely not a rocker in the pure sense, but there are some rock songs I like (or certainly don't mind) (and, nothing seems to come to mind right now, but if I hear it and like it, that's the way it goes).

Hey Yoki -- my Wings won it back last night against you guys. Woo-hoo! Maybe we'll make the cut-off at just the right time. It hasn't been one of the better years for us, but a lot of our really good players have come back from bad injuries. Timing is, indeed, everything.

Classical music and hockey. It's what's for dinner.

Posted by: -ftb- | March 16, 2010 10:41 AM | Report abuse

I think that maybe we're mixed up on words here. For example, I don't think of "Brick House" as disco at all - that's serious good-time funk.

And Barry White and Al Green, that's sweet soul music to me.

And yes, I saw the Mothership land back in the day.


Posted by: -bc- | March 16, 2010 10:50 AM | Report abuse

Plus, it may have been impossible to grow up in DC without seeing Chuck Brown a couple of times (I can't hear the "Woody Woodpecker" theme without thinking of him). Sadly, never saw any of his duets with Eva Cassidy.


Posted by: -bc- | March 16, 2010 10:53 AM | Report abuse

Tonight Turner Classic Movies has a triple feature of The Bad Sleep Well, High and Low, and Red Beard. Enjoy, although you probably already have them all on laser-disc.

Posted by: yellojkt | March 16, 2010 11:25 AM | Report abuse

G'day, all!

I don't know about anyone else, but I can't hear the phrase "It's what's for dinner." without three beats following it, and now I have that "Hoedown" song stuck in my head.

What else to do with a tune cootie but share?

Posted by: MoftheMountain | March 16, 2010 11:33 AM | Report abuse

Breaking news noted on the home page without comment (although I'm sure JA will):

Tiger Woods says he is returning to golf at the Masters

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 11:48 AM | Report abuse

Well of course he is, Scotty.

His ego is too #$%$@#$ big to skip it.

*looking for a fin to put in the #@*&@#$&$#$%$ cuss box*

*now looking for a ten*

Posted by: MsJS | March 16, 2010 12:02 PM | Report abuse

Isn't that old news, Snuke?

... or maybe just speculation.

Posted by: russianthistle | March 16, 2010 12:02 PM | Report abuse


Posted by: seasea1 | March 16, 2010 12:08 PM | Report abuse

I believe the news is that Tiger himself is saying this, as opposed to pundits...

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 12:10 PM | Report abuse

Where there were rivers in New England, there were mills.

Given my mention yesterday of William Pitt the Younger, William Wilberforce, and Sir Samuel Romilly, I feel it would be fun to segue back through my activities of the past month or so to David Liss's book, his next work of fiction, "The Darkening Green," which takes place only a decade or two after the non-fiction *w* history of Wilberforce & Co.

I can't bear to leave Liss behind. Leaving San Antonio's Liss behind would be like leaving Andrew Selkirk behind on that small island off Chile's coast for four years and four months. It would be worse than Dafoe leaving Robin Crusoe on Robinson Crusoe Island for more than 28 years. If there's anyone who knows Daniel Defoe well, it's Liss. It was Liss who told me, around the time he served medieval coffee, that Defoe was interested in investing--I think that's the right verb--in musk from civets.

As an interesting footnote, Paula Foege (much surprised that she is a fellow Californian) said that her sister-in-law in the Sonoma-Sebastapol area of California is an acquaintance of Isabel Allende, who has resided in San Francisco for some time now. I had taken Allende's book, "My Invented Country" to Georgetown with me last Thursday, but there was no time to read it.

On to Liss and the opening scenes of his next book...

(Please realize that I'm working from old notes, not many, scribbled on a 20 percent Valentine's weekend discount coupon for Half-Price Books that I ptrinted out on my printer, the same sheet of paper holding notes that I took during my encounter with campus police at Trinity University, the bulk of the sheet holding notes from the Tom Friedman lecture at Trinity. The material I will convey regarding Liss's upcoming work is slightly rough, but it'll suffice. If Liss is unhappy with what I write, well, he can verbally beat me up the next time I see him.)

Posted by: laloomis | March 16, 2010 12:22 PM | Report abuse

MsJS, to be fair I'm putting a fiver in the cuss box, too.

Posted by: Raysmom | March 16, 2010 12:32 PM | Report abuse

OK, Snuke, thanks.

For the past 5 days, I have, except for a couple of meetings, been sequestered at the computer working on major system revisions.

Slyness. I am taking in a steady diet of Bach--there is something about the mathematical nature of the music that just clicks in my head while I am trying to stay focused. Also need to stay clear of blogs.

Goldberg Variations ... 1-7 Glenn Gould in early 80's

here is a nice one:

Passacaglia BWV 582 Jos van der Kooy organ , Westerkerk Amsterdam ... perfect for headphones. The video is really good quality and you can watch the organ assistants as the piece develops.

Posted by: russianthistle | March 16, 2010 12:33 PM | Report abuse

God loves us so much more than we can imagine through Him that died for all, Jesus Christ.

Howdy, friends. Stayed in bed too long, but a bit tired. Cloudy here, and dark looking. I was expecting sunshine and brightness to help with the mood. Oh, well, I'm on my own, as always.

Yoki, bless you.

Mudge, Slyness, Martooni, Scotty, Lindaloo, and everyone present, have a great day.

Posted by: cmyth4u | March 16, 2010 12:34 PM | Report abuse

Playing a Bach piece in a BMW 5 series? Impressive! ;-)

Posted by: Scottynuke | March 16, 2010 12:39 PM | Report abuse

To an Early Daffodil by Amy Lowell
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 16, 2010 12:43 PM | Report abuse

Cassandra, I'll share our sunshine with you. It is a beautiful day here, after four days of torrential rain and wind. I am feeling very grateful that we live in an area that does not flood. Many in eastern MA have been flooded out, a very bad scene.

Posted by: badsneakers | March 16, 2010 12:43 PM | Report abuse

*faxing Cassandra lots of sun from a nearly cloudless sky over TWC*

Posted by: MsJS | March 16, 2010 12:44 PM | Report abuse

To the Daffodils
Robert Herrick

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

tis begun; enjoy and savor the blooms.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 16, 2010 12:46 PM | Report abuse

second stanza of Herrick pome:

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

posting from XO computer with chiclit keys...

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 16, 2010 12:47 PM | Report abuse

Liss's "The Darkening Green" opens in a parlor or drawing room (would we call it a living room?) in Nottingham, England.

(Just now recalling that Anne Applebaum has an interesting op-ed today about America and England at

The owner of the house--and drawing room is one Mr. Lowell. (Immediately I think of the Massachusetts Lowell and his dream of a utopian mill city, which became less utopian after a decade or two...just thinking of the Irish workers in the mill cities of the Northeast and how that would make a nice segue to St. Patrick's Day. I wonder how much coincidence there is in Liss picking this name of Lowell? Hmmm?)

Mr Lowell has temporary borders, his poor relations, whom he is eager to send packing. The first is his sister, Mrs. Derrick (possibly spelled Derek), who did not marry well. Also under Lowell's roof temporarily is his niece, Lucy Derrick, who is there expressly for the purpose of making a good marriage match. Finding a good ($$) husband has not gone well, until quite recently, when one Mr. Olson (possibly spelled Olsen?) has asked for his hand.

As the book opens, all four are in the drawing room--Lowell, Mrs. Derrick, Lucy, and Olson. Olson hardly acknowledges his bride-to-be, hardly speaks to her and when he does address, rather than converse with, the intelligent young woman, Olson is haughty and condescending. Certainly Lucy must be having second thoughts? Olson is far more interested in talking to Lowell about his new business enterprise, a hosiery factory in Nottingham.

Suddenly, there is a commotion at the front door. The men make their way there in some haste. As the encounter at the front step unfolds, the women, curious, tiptoe to the hallway. At the entry, there is a handsome young man who protests or begs that the match not go through. He looks ill, falls to the dirt, and begins vomiting.

At his point in the recent reading at Trinity, Liss stopped and immediately volunteered the information that the book will include the characters Lord Byron and William Blake. (Why?)

Liss is back at the subjects most dear to his heart: economics and British literature. Liss, I believe, takes occasional forays into other subjects matter to keep himself fresh as a writer. These forays are evident in the titles of his books--"The Ethical Assassin"--which had Hollywood knocking and now reknocking, and "The Whiskey Rebels," set in colonial America, plus the recent 40-plus-page contribution to the zombie anthology.

Have no doubt that David Liss has done his homework--and then some--for "The Darkening Green."


Posted by: laloomis | March 16, 2010 12:47 PM | Report abuse

Herrick again, with the pushin' daisies perspective on the underside of daffies:

Divination by a Daffodil
by Robert Herrick

When a daffodil I see,
Hanging down his head towards me,
Guess I may what I must be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead;
Lastly, safely buried.

Posted by: CollegeQuaParkian1 | March 16, 2010 12:50 PM | Report abuse

Liss? I thought for sure there was the beginnings of a love connection with Fouge, and that Danny-boy Brown and little Tommy Friedman would be relegated to the bottom of the stack on the nightstand. Who knew Liss would rise to the top in the shuffle?

Posted by: LostInThought | March 16, 2010 12:56 PM | Report abuse

Liss, the homework devil:

Why would Liss set his next work of fiction in Nottingham?


In the early 18th century Daniel Defoe described Nottingham as one of the most pleasant and beautiful towns in England. From the late 17th century salt glaze stoneware was made in Nottingham. In the 18th century the hosiery industry boomed. There was also a lace industry although it was quite small. Nottingham grew rapidly especially in the later 18th century. By the middle of the century the population of Nottingham had passed 10,000. By 1801, the year of the first census it exceeded 28,000. [Have y'all filled out your U.S. census forms? The forms due to arrive this week in the mail.]

By the standards of the time Nottingham was a large and important town. For the well-to-do it was elegant and genteel (although, as always, there were many poor people).

A stocking frame was a mechanical knitting machine used in the textiles industry. It was invented by William Lee of Calverton near Nottingham in 1589. Its use, known traditionally as Framework knitting, was the first major stage in the mechanisation of the textile industry, and played an important part in the early history of the Industrial Revolution. ...

The breakthrough with cotton stockings, however, came in 1758 when Jedediah Strutt introduced an attachment for the frame which produced what became known as the "Derby Rib". The Nottingham frameworkers found themselves increasingly short of raw materials.

Why Blake, why Lord Byron? *l*

-a bit more, as Jane Austin needs a mention--

Posted by: laloomis | March 16, 2010 1:02 PM | Report abuse

Oops, husband working from home today. His hunger rules the roost--in terms of scheduling my time. Lunch time!

Saving the best (very questionable...) for last. To be continued...

Posted by: laloomis | March 16, 2010 1:05 PM | Report abuse

Bright sun, blue sky, a bit of a breeze, and temp in the mid-50's. Boy do I wish I was out on the road somewhere. Had a late night meeting last night, and another one tonight. Plan to take off Friday and go to Pittsburgh (finally!), so hopefully the weather will hold. Not quite top-down yet; maybe by the weekend?

Posted by: ebtnut | March 16, 2010 1:05 PM | Report abuse

A little late to comment, but as I was reading he ABBA comments this morning I heard on the radio that despite a huge potential gate, the group refused to get back together to tour.

Wish I got residuals for what I do!

Posted by: -dbG- | March 16, 2010 1:06 PM | Report abuse

Whoa! Sounds like quite the active menage a quatre on the nightstand there.


Posted by: -bc- | March 16, 2010 1:11 PM | Report abuse

CqP, please forgive my ignorance in most things language-related, but is the Herrick poem in any sort of set structure? I mean like a sonnet or a haiku or limmerick? I ask because the second short line ("has run" and "away") in both stanzas just seems odd to me. I want to run it together with the previous line when I read it. Not so with the first two. Just curious.

Posted by: MoftheMountain | March 16, 2010 1:24 PM | Report abuse

Snuke... you got me there.

Modern Bach-ites:


Posted by: russianthistle | March 16, 2010 1:28 PM | Report abuse

But look at it this way, dbG -- ABBA members are well over 60 by this time, some nearer to 70. I suspect that their voices are not what they used to be 40 years ago.

Nor, indeed, is mine, although, truth be told, I never had a singing voice to begin with. Kinda lets me off the hook, eh?

The sun is indeed out, and the pollen has inveigled its way into my poor lungs. The first sign of Spring is a sneeze and a cough. Any robins in the vicinity take second place, alas, to that.

*fulminating over never having had allergies before, and now I'm a sufferer*

*cough* *cough* *sneeze*

Maybe it's CqP's lovely, lovely pomes what did it.

Posted by: -ftb- | March 16, 2010 1:44 PM | Report abuse

Whoa! NEW KIT!!!

Posted by: -ftb- | March 16, 2010 1:51 PM | Report abuse

When it comes to the Copland "Hoedown", I loves me some ELP:

But Bela Fleck is always fun!

Posted by: bobsewell | March 16, 2010 1:52 PM | Report abuse

Up there in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's A NEW KIT!

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