Watch the video. That is *creepy*, man. *vague shudder*
Thanks to Sannion at the House of Vines for the link!
My husband (after we’ve devoured a large container of vanilla yogurt together): “We should just have a no**l in the apartment with yogurt coming out of it.”
Me (doing dishes): *pictures a fat hardbound novel with yogurt oozing from between the pages, then revises image*
Me: “You said ‘nozzle’. I thought you said ‘novel’ and was picturing a book with yogurt coming out of it.”
Hubby (exiting kitchen): “Would that be an example of literary culture?”
Me: “I am so blogging this.”
Yesterday over brunch with friends, my husband and I, having survived the Palm Sunday liturgy as organist and alto respectively, proposed a setting of the Mass using propers from the works of George Clinton and related performers, as follows:
Possibly the opening and closing voluntaries could be from an organ transcription of Coltrane’s “A Love Supreme”….