Conceptual continuity

The following are lyrics from the conclusion of a Frank Zappa song about the medical condition bromidrosis (Stink-Foot) involving Fido the talking dog:

...And you know what he said?

"Once upon a time, somebody say to me..."
[This is the dog talkin' now]
"...'What is your conceptual continuity?'
Well I told 'em right then," Fido said,
"It should be easy to see,
The crux of the biscuit
is the apostrophe."

Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog
looked at the dog, and he said,
sort of staring in disbelief,

"You can't say that!"

First, the narratorial insertion reminding the listener who is speaking: hilarious. Second, the man's reaction seems to be more averse to what the dog says than to the fact it speaks at all. They proceed to argue; No-No-No, Yes-Yes-Yes. Ain't this boogie a mess?

Apprehension [armistice]

Ok, I had concerns. Like Arrested Development: The Movie, I was beginning to wonder if this album was ever going to happen. The initial release date came and went, months passed, reports had MuteMath in discord - scrapping all progress, at the brink of collapse. They eked out a brief EP that didn't reveal much. Also, there's this personal psychological factor, apprehension about a mediocre second effort undermining or deflating my appreciation for the first album and the band's outlook (see: Sam's Town).



Fears allayed. Armistice packs a progressive punch - all that could be hoped for in the next MuteMath album. Well worth the worry and the wait; everything grows, contributes, high-engergy, full sound. Live should be awesome.

Crunchy cold

It's like the Amazon out there. 87º in Wilmington, sticky humidity feels like 97º. Time for a five-second break, off to the frosty mountains of northern Italy.

video by dvd

MMLP

The MuteMath mobile-listening bus will be parked near Philadelphia tomorrow. I'll be aboard partying, hearing the new album, and collecting the merch.

Building blocks

I covered my mother's shift in the church nursery yesterday. There were no kids to look after, which was nice, as it allowed me to construct building-block follies unhindered by the little pests. For most children, it seems, the primary joy to be derived from wooden block structures is in their destruction rather than assembly. It's a persistent appetite to which I'm empathetic.

I love the feeling when it falls apart. See also: The Destructors.

Lunch time

Fresh Thymes Cafe
Lincoln & Lovering
302.656.2026
Fresh, local, organic ingredients. Sandwich & soup.

Gaudiello's
Trolley Square (back)
302.428.1060
Sliced-to-order hoagie sandwiches and cheesesteaks.

Angelo's Luncheonette
North Scott & Gilpin
302.658.8625
Egg & scrapple sandwich, Italian sausage sandwich.

Jeenwong's Thai Cuisine
Riverfront Market
302.655.5140
Red & green curry specials, best eggrolls in town.

25 JULY 2009
My folks stopped by the Fresh Thymes Cafe for lunch, I requested a take-away bowl of the elusive cold gazpacho, if available. They scored big time, a "sunshine" variety with chunks of local peaches offset by cilantro and other herbs. It was even wrapped in a personalized bag (Hi Pete!). Delicious.

Rock 'sters