The Soundtracks of Our Lives






  1. The harmonica and kazoo combined:

  2. Yesterday's tomorrow today is indeed a concept whose time has come, and gone, but that doesn't make it any less important in music. This is an instrument for all ages!

  3. Watching the sun come up this morning, it dawned on me that you have neatly killed two stones in the excavation process . . .

    2) You have unearthed the Omegaword soundtrack
    2) You have uncovered the duality of the apparatus used to make it

    . . . neither of which can properly be called stones, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that both are alive and kicking sand in the faces of naysayers, none of whom were able to wrap their heads around the notion of harmonicus kazoology in the first place, not to mention their lips.

    I didn't stare directly into the sun.

  4. I acknowledge and accept your accolades absolutely. Acquiescing on my behalf is Thema Ritter, who deadpans, "It's not easy, you know?"

    Blame it on the "extended-release suspension" cough syrup ("contains no fever reducer or pain reliever"), but I so, so love how you worked in, "but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that ..." I need to find a way to work that into everything I say.

  5. Typo: I meant "Thelma" Ritter, with an L.

  6. I take full responsibility. Had I been doing my job, I would have refused to publish your comment until you're released from suspension.

    I'm sending myself to bed with no supper, or binky.