City of Legends

Maniacal laughter.

I spent some serious time last night and this morning, working on the big show-stopper for the Evangelist CD, Aubergine. I had to select the works to be contained within, decide tone and texture and begin the engineering/orchestrations (yes, orchestration, I said I was going over the top).

I’m looking at probably a 9 to 10 minute build with six poems, capped most likely by More than Gods Can Comprehend. This is going to be interesting, maddening and cathartic. More than the Topanga Run, less than PanthEon, in its own way. I look to have it wrapped this weekend and will not leak this one. I may throw some people or my general readership a bone with a few pieces, but this one will be a surprise.

Speaking of surprise, I was puttering around on YouTube yesterday, trying to see if a particular scene from "The Stunt Man" was available (it wasn’t) when I ran across a sketch by British satirical puppet troupe Spitting Image, featuring Peter O’Toole waking up after a wild night of drinking to find he has lost a leg in a bar bet, had a sex change operation and is now pregnant by Oliver Reed. And people wonder why I don’t drink. Enjoy.

They also had a very funny sketch about South Africans, but I think I’ll avoid that one, as…well, no use burning any more bridges while I am standing on them, eh?