Wednesday, August 20, 2014

One Note Piano; One Note Samba; Whatever

I love, love, love the presenter. He's got radio teeth. He doesn't cotton to those Beatles fellows with their three chords and layaway guitars. It's a big bus, dude. Plenty of room for everyone. Even a dentist or two.

I sat closer than that to Milt Jackson once. If you've never sat right in front of a real vibraphone, you're missing out. It doesn't emit sound, exactly; it sprays audio champagne all over the place.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

How To Make An Animated GIF From A YouTube Video

Well, if you don't want to get anything done today, go on over to and make animated GIFs automagically with just a little work. It's fairly easy to get a loop going because you can change the length from one to ten seconds.
  • Go to
  • Paste the URL from any YouTube video in the box. Remember to turn off "Share with playlist starting from current video" before you copy the URL
  • Select the Start Time by dragging the cursor wherever you like. It will automatically start from wherever you put it, and you can drag it all around until you get what you're aiming for
  • Adjust the length of the animated GIF from 1 to 10 seconds to make it loop the way you want
  • You can give it a title if you like
  • Hit "Create gif"
  • Right click on the GIF and copy it to your desktop. If you have an Apple, do Apple things, and may God have mercy on your soul.
  • If you're new to animated GIFs, they just lie there like a prom date until you open them in a browser like Firefox or whatever. 

I can pretty much guarantee that even though it's Sunday morning that the servers will be melting, and the Intertunnel will be awash with moderately amusing animated gifs until everyone's sick of them and the fellows that wrote the few lines of code that it takes to make this happen will be chiseled into the Interweb's Mount Rushmore, and nothing of value will be produced, or lost.

[If you're new around here, the animated GIFs are of my sons, also known as Unorganized Hancock]

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Anybody Can Tell You To Listen To Supremes Records

Who's going to remind you to listen to Dorothy Moore records? Who can you turn to, in this world of pain and mizzry?

I'm here for you. 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

General Business

I don't know if they call it that anymore.

General business, I mean.  That's what they called it when I was younger. I don't know if that was peculiar to New England, either. It sure was peculiar, though.

If you had an agent, he'd call it General Business. It's a General Business job, he'd say. That's what was said. You understood immediately what was required.

You made twice as much as bar band wages. You had to fish through the back of the closet for clothes you think you have. They're the haberdasher's version of a stray cat. They're at your house, but you're not sure where they came from, and you're not even sure that you actually own them.

Chicken and shells. Chicken and shells. Chicken and shells. A bridesmaid or two. General Business.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

If You Make Things, You Are My Brother: The Tailor

Sometimes things are only different. Other times they are plain worse.

Fish don't know they're swimming in water. Even people, who are at least 14 percent smarter than fish I've known, don't think much about the air around them while they're passing through it. Culture is a form of atmosphere. You pass through it, but it yields so easily that you ignore its effects. Then one day there's a hurricane, or a drought, and you notice it all of a sudden. No one thinks about the Interstate Highway System as a concept while they're driving on it. Well, no one but me, I gather.

If you like novelty, you can easily be persuaded that plain worse is better. If you dislike novelty, you can easily be convinced that anything novel is plain worse. Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a world with only these two types of people, and it's driving me to distraction.

Friday, August 08, 2014

'Playing The Blues With Four Hands With Margrethe' Isn't A Euphemism, But It Should Be

It's not possible not to have a crush on Blossom Dearie.

I've never played the blues with four hands with Margrethe. I have worn Irish handcuffs, though. I've also played the Irish banjo. I've thrown Irish confetti. I've worn the Irish suitcoat. I've never doled out Irish sunglasses, however.

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A Voice That Would Scarcely Reach The Second Story Of A Dollhouse
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