Avast! Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Yarr! In honour o’ this day, here be one o’ me favourite nautical songs. Broadside Electric, wi’ “The Royal Oak”.

Captain Kirk is climbing a mountain. Why is he climbing a mountain?

Well, I suppose he answered that question, but it raises a few others! Captain Kirk, the primary erosion threat to the mountains of the future.

Michael Jackson reported dead from cardiac arrest.

Not the news I was expecting when I got home tonight.

Pop star Michael Jackson has been rushed to hospital in Los Angeles, with several US reports saying he has died.

Paramedics were called to the singer’s home around midday local time after he suffered a suspected cardiac arrest.

He was rushed by ambulance to a medical centre, with reports from several US media outlets saying the 50-year-old star has died.

In recent decades his life has been a descending spiral into ever-increasing bizarreness. Maybe it’s better for him that it has ended, as his obvious mental anguish has had an obvious affect on the upbringing of his children. They’ve been living in a grotesque parody-world. Perhaps now they’ll have a chance of something approaching a normal life. I don’t know. The whole business, his entire life, just feels like a Greek tragedy where the audience has gained enjoyment from watching his gradual meltdown. He needed a lot more help than he received.

Nevertheless, as a teenager during the 80s, his music has been a big part of my life, and I’ll miss him.

Fairytale, The Winner of Eurovision 2009!

On the Rachel Maddow show this week, Rachel and Kent were a little mean about Eurovision. Sadly some otherwise liberal US folks nevertheless find it hard to truly comprehend that other nations might actually sometimes prefer their own cultural styles over imported US ones.

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For my American friends that fancied hearing the winner without hearing them giggle over it about us silly Europeans not having invented any proper music, here it is. For the record, I rather like it.

The ancient Scandanavian dancing style in the video is known as Laus, or Halling, and it is a pretty spectacular dance-form requiring extreme levels of fitness, not to mention a degree of fearless disregard for one’s own safety! It was fantastic to see it on display at Eurovision. Watch out for the bit at the end when they kick the hats down from the poles!

The Pi Song. An endless horror is brought to you today by the letters H and A. And R, D, N, P, I, and M. And the number Pi, in an impolite act of recursiveness.

Warning. This song will haunt both your days and your nights. I reveal it unto you, only that I may have company in the asylum, once this has run its unnatural course.

When ink and pen in hands of men
Inscribe your form, bipedal “P”
They draw an altar on which
God has slaughtered all stability.
No eyes could ever soak in all the places you anoint
And yet to see you all at once we only need the point
Flirting with infinity, your geometric progeny
That fit inside you oh so tight
With triangles that feel so right.

3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459

Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline
The patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin
And if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor
Then Man will know the death of God where wonder was before.

Yeah, I know this Pi shit backwards and forwards.
Check it out!

I did three chicks then I pointed at the door
A girl entered in so that made it four
I snapped one time in came another five
Add ’em all up and that makes nine
The average age 26.5
Now that’s what I call gettin’ some pi
Five of the chicks wore 6-inch heels
Two of the nine squealed like seals.
514 was the area code
Quebec, Canada my winter abode
And my 1.3 million dollar chalet.

Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day.

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6286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647093844609550582231725359
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By Hard ‘n Phirm.

In honour of May Day: A Maypole Safety Dance!

This is what we should have all been doing today instead of being cooped up inside. Dancing around the Maypole and making merry is not something we seem to do much, any more. I didn’t see a Maypole anywhere in Norwich. Perhaps they’ll come out on Monday. If I see any celebrations, I’ll try to take some pics.

A blessed Beltane to you all.

Update:

A Bonus Track. One of my favourite Madrigals, “Now is the Month of Maying.” by Thomas Morley. I was lucky enough to get to perform this many years ago. It’s splendid fun to sing! As so often with a lot of the folk music of the middle-ages, most of the recordings I can find are a bit too choral for my tastes, which sucks some of the sheer joy out of it, but this recording is fairly merry!:

Like a Shoggoth! On the Roof!!!

Something to get you in the mood for Cthulhumas:

If there is one musical I could be in, it would be “A Shoggoth on the Roof.”