We partly have French-American experimental, modernist, avant-garde composer Edgard VarÃ¨se to thank for The Mothers of Invention. When Frank Zappa was a teenager, a musical prodigy living in rural Lancaster, California, he idolized VarÃ¨se. He tracked down The Complete Works of Edgard VarÃ¨se, Volume One after a yearâs search (this is what life was like before on-line ordering) and studied it obsessively. Zappa was graciously permitted an expensive long-distance phone call to VarÃ¨seâs home as a fifteenth birthday present from his mother. He ended up talking to VarÃ¨seâs wife, the famed literary translator Louise McCutcheon VarÃ¨se, instead, as VarÃ¨se was out of the country. The young Zappa eagerly sought out a correspondence with the man he considered his mentor. VarÃ¨se wrote to him, describing…
I’m having an extremely hard time letting go of some issues with certain people in my life. Probably because there was never any resolution. See in my family, when we argue or have disagreements, we always apologize or come to a conclusion or an ‘agree to disagree’ and move on. With some of the people in my life, who are only in it because of my daughter, I can’t get that resolution, the ending, the apology. All it’s doing is eating away at me. I ask you reader, what do you do to purge yourself of these feelings, these grudges that are hard to let go of. I don’t normally like to write about personal things on here….but my shrink is on vacation…ha! Anyone thoughts, ideas?
I haven’t had as much time as I would like to take as many pictures as I would like with my new camera. I was in Big Bear over the 4th, so I got some decent shots. Still a bit afraid to share my photos with the world. I guess it’s because I know that people usually have an eye for it, even when they’re just starting out..they have a natural talent of sorts. I worry that the first thing that has made me happy in a long time, besides my beautiful daughter, photography….I worry that I suck at it and that I won’t get any better.
-Boring confessions of a 30 something mom.
Holy crap-shit-fuck! A simulated 8.4 earthquake at Universal Studios IS NOT a good thing for a person with fibromyalgia, such as myself, to have partaken in. It was the tram behind the scenes ride. To my credit, I haven’t been on it in yeeeeears. It wasn’t a part of the attraction back then. Got some get pics though! I’ll be paying for this little excursion for a few days. Good times had even through the pain!
Moscow Is In The Telephone
The Jazz Butcher, Live in Brooklyn. Video by Thomas Peterson.