Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ilko Birov - Hot Winter Day Rag

Today I came up with a nice ditty on the ukulele that would be my tribute to all the beautiful music I've listened to by the legendary Jelly Roll Morton.
My song also reminded me of video game music, which I am also very fond of.
I imagined a Donkey Kong sort of thing, or a One Piece game.
It's heavily snowing today, hard to get from one place to another, but I'm definitely somewhere else.
And I hope you enjoy my song, even though the recording sounds very bad.

So without further ado, here is my Hot Winter Day Rag

Click here, please.


Sunday, January 22, 2012

No Good

"It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party."

—Nick Hornby High Fidelity

notebook entry 2: during Abe

among The Woman in the Dunes

              Got a one-way ticket to the blues, woo, woo. . .

If you want to sing it, sing it. These days people caught in the clutches of the one-way ticket never sing it like that. The soles of those who have only a one-way ticket are so thin that they scream when they step on a pebble. They have had their fill of walking. "The Round-Trip Ticket Blues" is what they want to sing. A one-way ticket is a disjointed life that misses the links between yesterday and today, today and tomorrow. Only the man who obstinately hangs on to a round-trip ticket can hum with real sorrow a song of a one-way ticket. For this very reason he grows desperate lest the return half of his ticket be lost or stolen; he buys stocks, signs up for life insurance, and talks out of different sides of his mouth to his union pals and his superiors. He hums "The One-Way Ticket Blues" with all his might and, choosing a channel at random, turns the television up to full volume in an attempt to drown out the peevish voices of those who have only a one-way ticket and who keep asking for help, voices that come up through the bathtub drain or the toilet hole. It would not be strange at all if "The Round-Trip Ticket Blues" were the song of mankind imprisoned.


Saturday, January 21, 2012

I (heart) Ukulele

And I've uploaded the first improvisation on my new tenor model here.
Must work on my technique, but I hope you enjoy this.

Apples and Oranges

Thursday, January 19, 2012

notebook entry 1: during Abe

Among The Woman in the Dunes

As she spoke the expanse of stars rapidly grew patchy and began to fade.
A tangled filmy cloud swirled around fitfully where the wall of sand met the sky.
  "You see, it's because the sand soaks up a lot of fog. When salty sand is full of fog, it gets hard like starch."
  "I can't believe it!"
  "Oh, yes, it's true. When the tide along the beach goes down, even big tanks can drive over the sand with no trouble."
  "It's quite true. So that part that sticks out there gets bigger every night. On days when the wind comes from a bad direction, the sand comes down like today, on the umbrella. In the afternoon, when it's good and dry, it comes crashing down all at once. And it's the end if it falls in the wrong place... where the pillars are weak."
  Her topics of conversation were restricted. Yet once she entered her sphere she suddenly took on a new animation. This might also be the way to her heart. He was not particularly interested in what she had to say, but her words had a warmth in them that made him think of the body concealed beneath the coarse work trousers.
  Then, with all his strength, he repeatedly thrust the dented cutting edge of his shovel into the sand at his feet.


A couple on a cruise in 1929

The Day Wikipedia Started working again

Thursday, January 19, 2012
After the 24-hour blackout because of something that reminds me of
a "hello" greeting in Maa (the word is "supa"), one of my favourite places on
the Internet is up and running again. 

I can now indulge in my thirst for trivia again

Trivia(l) 1

Trivia(l) 2

Trivia(l) 3

Monday, January 16, 2012

Male Jawfish

mouthbrooding eggs until they mouthbrooding eggs until they hatch. (© Steven Kovacs)  

Jerry Seinfeld's three rules of life

1. Bust your ass

2. Pay attention

3. Fall in love

Днес слушах едно много интересно интервю на Сайнфелд в австралийско предаване. Тези неща е усвоил като мъдрост за живота следвайки примера на великия Джордж Бърнс.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Why should we really worry?

I begin my thoughts today thusly: Kilgore Trout, the renowned American sci-fi writer, wrote a book about a year at the beginning of which all the people on Earth simultaneously conjured the idea that they were going to be sent to a higher dimension at precisely 5 o'clock on June 2, 2049. AM
It was believed that those who possessed clean souls would wind up in the best locations of this new *, and form a faction around the beings or unbeings present. Humans, on the other hand, with tainted, degraded, deceitful and wayward souls, would find themselves in a * laden with war, jealousy, utter hatred, nuclear weaponry and unfaithful partners; some millions of light years away, no doubt.

Knowing that a little less than half a year on the planet was all that was left for them, people started becoming uneasy in each other's presence. 
Some of the first signs of this were the so-called speculation-jokes.
These speculation-jokes were foul and unmoral, and I have decided not to give an example of what one would normally look like.
Basically, they made fun of those of whom it was thought would be sent to the lesser-quality zone. 
And were most oftenly not funny.

Many cults were formed, families too. Businesses and lawyers' firms.
As a result of which the world began to look like an overpopulated ant farm.


What happened on the morning of June 2 (Western hemisphere) was "the biggest thing ever to occur on Earth", according to later reports made by nonhuman journalists. 
All the people waited for two hours, in which most everything was still as a bat.
And around 7:13 there was an earthquake, caused by the giant shuttle used by the extraterrestrials.
This rumbling of the ground was thought to be the beginning of everybody's travel to *
Those same nonhuman journalists later accepted the fact that the extraterrestrials had been unpunctual easily, as in space, nobody ever knew what time was.

There simply was no need.

Alas, after the extraterrestrials arrived, what ensued was a week of raping and pillaging.
One must certainly wonder what aliens would possibly want to pillage from the Earth, and the answer is "scarves and stalin-hats".

You put a scarf and a stalin-hat on the coat hanger, and cannot help but think you're stylish. No matter where you come from, apparently.

Not only were there no more of these items left, but there was also no more human life. None. Zilch.
Where the souls of those billions of people went, nobody could tell for sure.
The extraterrestrials soon left the planet, after giving all the husky-dogs superhuman intelligence.

 Some other Trout titles to definitely look into are, "The Day The Earth Heard Nothing But The Pink Floyd", "The Octopus's Journey to Saturn and the Death of Uranus" and "The Time Ballet was Used to Free The Slaves of Isador Gamma"

Author's note: * (pronounced [ghee-zik]) - the textual representation of "higher dimension"

And I end my thoughts hereof: Allez-hop!

Friday, January 13, 2012

A different kind of Valentine (3 songs)


Oh, Lillian, you're so purty 
sweet as a girl may ever be
you remind me of dewdrop
and perfection, and all that
one today doesn't often see

One of the finest songs live and as a tribute to Martin Scorsese

Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem”
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
Hear that undertaker’s bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There’s a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He’s dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There’s a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what’s his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I’m gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Fire Fancies

                                         by Arthur Hacker (1858 - 1919)

To a flower, or Where

Where were my glasses when I was young?
Where was my attention span at school?
Where were my friends when I broke my leg on the secret bike trail?
Where was I when I was supposed to be kissing for the first time?
Where was I when you were supposed to be kissing for the first time?
Where was I the day the music died?
Where was I when my grandfather needed me?
Where was my grandfather when I needed him?
Where was I when my grandfather died?

where were you when I went to the movies for the first time?
where were you when I read my first book?
where were you when I wrote my first book?
where were you on April 3, 2002?
where were you when I stopped watching the news?
where was I when you were upset?
where were you when I was lonesome?
where was time when I was having fun?
where was my smile when it was handsome?

where did all my sketches go?
where did my enthusiasm wind up?
where did my computer come from?
where did "Poor Folk" come from?
where did classical music come from?
where did my great-grandfather come from?
where did my fear of being left alone as a kid come from?
where did my stutter come from?
where did my memories come from?

where did my map come from?
where was I at prom?
where was I after?
where was I near the road?
where lie the remains of my boat? 
where was I when my friend fell off a tree? 
where was I when decisions were to be made?
where were you when I found out I had no talent?
where I am now, there is a red couch.

where are you, dear flower?

Anywhere really. I suppose.

  Gerard K. Slovak

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Ma Nah Ma Nah! or I'm a Scat-fool

And Sondre Lerche definitely does this tune justice.
Check out his version here: Mr. Bassman 2011

Monday, January 9, 2012

Some more Jan 9 2012 music

1. Somebody That I used to Know - Gotye

2. Knots - Lisa Hannigan

3. The Rhythm you Started - Sophie Madeleine

4. The Stars (live) - Sophie Madeleine

Musical top 5 of the day

5. Walkin' Blues - Eric Clapton

4. Broken Chair - Chris and Thomas

3. Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons

2. Don't Think Twice it's Alright - Peter, Paul and Mary

1. Heartbeats - The Knife

Sunday, January 8, 2012


Take all your weepies, put 'em in a bag
You won't need them
You won't need them anymore.

And all those sad memories of days gone bad
You don't need them
You don't need them anymore

If I can remember one thing from the past
I'd hold it dearly, but it still wouldn't last

If I could be something, anything
I'd be a train, and I'd be loud

Write a letter to a friend, make her smile
I think she'd like it
I think she'd like it from now on

Use green peas in your cooking for a while
I think she'd like it
I think she'd like it from now on

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Ilko Birov - I'll Be


I'm staring into the looking-glass
All I can see is your smile.
I'll be waiting for my darling.
I'll be waiting for a while.

Your sundial sits on my mantelpiece
I turn to it seven times a day
And I'll be waiting for my darling
And then I'll be on my way

My white horse gallops in your garden house
Tells me I've gone insane.
But I love you and I know not
Of much more inside my brain

When it's cold outside we
Call each other.
Things seem clearer, don't they?

I'm looking through the looking-glass
And all I can see is your soul
I'll be waiting for my darling
I'll be true I hope you know