Mad Dogs and Space Fights (753 Words)
Apparently Jack Colton didn’t believe in formalities or protocol. With a slam and a crash, he was in her office, a very flustered and indignant secretary stumbling and flailing after him like a bird caught in the path of a hurricane.
The young lieutenant had never looked so wild. Leaning over her desk, he thrust a sheet of paper at Hailie, inches short of her nose.
“Sign it,” he said. “I don’t have time to play twiddle-thumbs with you kids.”
She looked at him, as dispassionate as he was impassioned. “What is it?” she asked.
Wallie and I had to reblog this… the imp has a weakness for good music!
While I’m waiting for “The Three Sisters” to come out tomorrow . . .
Back in 1972, on their first album after CSNY split, Graham Nash knocked off a little ditty called “Blacknotes,” released on the album Graham Nash David Crosby. At only 58 seconds, the tune barely had time to do anything other than suggest that you:
Sit yourself down at the piano, just about in the middle.
Put all your fingers on the black notes, anywhere you want to.
Write a song, sing along, and understand that you can play.
Or words to that effect, accompanied by Nash doing a bit of keyboard mashing, presumably only on the black notes. You can find the song on YouTube.
That song doesn’t show off Nash’s talent particularly, and that’s his point. I suppose some folks eventually begin to realize that listening to music is only half the fun. It’s…
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‘Do you ever miss Earth?’
Blue stands at the console, leaning over the platform at an angle. In her coat with her thin legs and arms, she looks like an alien insect, and her question is almost humorous.