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  • mistermuse 1:01 am on July 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Angela Lansbury, , Be A Clown, Bozo the Clown, clown history, , Danny Kaye, , , , , National Clown Day, , ,   

    CLOWNING AROUND 

    Tomorrow is NATIONAL CLOWN DAY and also marks the start of INTERNATIONAL CLOWN WEEK (August 1-7).  Clowns have a long and interesting history, as chronicled in this scholarly(?) introduction to the subject:

    No doubt you noticed in the above video (unless you were clowning around while it was playing) that the first clowns were court jesters.  In the Middle Ages — as can be seen in this scene from the middle of a bygone century — THE COURT JESTER* typically played the fool and looked uncannily like Danny Kaye:

    Who knew film — technicolor, no less — existed way back then to record such scenes? But nowadays, clowns have a farcical role model who is an amalgamation of Court Jester, Bozo the Clown, and Tyrant-osaurus Rex:

    https://imgflip.com/memegenerator/77899773/Donald-Trump-Clown

    The moral of the amoral story is that, if you asspire to the highest office in the land, you could hardly do worse than pattern yourself a-Round-Old Mc-Donald Trump. All Hail to the Cheat  er, Chief!

    ….so BE A CLOWN!

    *THE COURT JESTER is a 1956 feature film starring Danny Kaye as a fatuous faux court jester (co-starring Angela Lansbury, Basil Rathbone, and Glynis Johns, among others).

     

     
  • mistermuse 12:00 am on May 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , Immanuel Kant, Karl Marx, Machiavelli, , , , , , ,   

    PHILOSPHER STONED 

    If there’s one thing I think we can all agree on about Donald Trump, it’s that he isn’t a philosopher. If, however, he can be said to have one guiding precept remotely resembling a philosophy, it has to be IT’S ALL ABOUT ME….or, secondarily, DON’T BLAME ME (which happens to be the title of a song I was going to link here until — faster than you can say Niccollo Machiavelli — Google removed share, embed & copy from their music clips, leaving technologically-challenged mistermuse at a loss as to how to post them).

    Be that as it may, I got to thinking that if THE DONALD were a lit-wit (rather than a nitwit) who wished to appear philosophical, there must be any number of wise philosophical quotes he might plagiarize to his greater glory (or, if he were stoned, learn from). Here are some I drug up which could fill the (Duck’s) bill:

    There is nothing so absurd that it cannot be believed if repeated often enough. — William James, American philosopher

    Philosophy teaches us to bear with equanimity the misfortunes of others. –Oscar Wilde, Irish wit, poet and playwright

    Any man can be a philosopher if he only thinks enough about his own foolishness. –Edgar Watson Howe, American novelist and editor

    Philosophers have only interpreted the world. The point, however, is to change it. –Karl Marx, German philosopher, political theorist and socialist revolutionary

    If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn’t have time to sleep. –Tamora Pierce, American fantasy fiction writer

    Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. –Plato, Greek philosopher

    Always recognize that human individuals are ends, and do not use them as means to your end. — Immanuel Kant, German philosopher

    Philosophers before Kant had a tremendous advantage over philosophers after Kant, in that they didn’t have to spend years studying Kant.  –Bertrand Russell, British philosopher, writer and social critic

    Only one philosopher in history had a perfect alibi for doing nothing, and his name was I. Kant. –Evan Esar, American humorist

     
  • mistermuse 12:04 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , stable genius,   

    THE INDISPENSABLE (OLD) MAN 

    “It’s possible there will be some [deaths as a result of reopening the country now].” –President Donald Trump in response to ABC’s David Muir on May 5, 2020.

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    In 1963, President John F. Kennedy proclaimed May as Senior Citizens Month (changed in 1965 to OLDER AMERICANS MONTH). Judging by Trump’s desperation to get the economy humming again before the election — and before the Covid-19 danger (especially to our most vulnerable citizens) is well under control — May seems destined to become Expendable Older Americans Month.

    I dare say that, although Trump may consider his fellow senior Americans like Joe Biden, mistermuse, and (perhaps) you expendable, he doesn’t see himself in that category. After all, the country can ill afford to lose a stable genius at a time like this — or at any other time (such as November 3, 2020, for example).

    Now, I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings to The Indispensable Man, but it’s just minutely possible that he may lose the upcoming election despite his stable pomposity — er, geniosity. However, in the unlikely event that that happens, His Stable Highness can take consolation in the fact that, like the rest of us put-out-to-pasture patriarchs, he can still be King (Emeritus) of his castle:

     
    • blindzanygirl 12:13 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Yep. Same here. Our lot want to get rid of us.

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    • Rebecca Wallick 12:31 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you, I needed that laugh, old man. You the man!

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    • calmkate 1:10 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      brilliant clip … you the man, coz he sure ain’t!

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      • mistermuse 7:46 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I may be de man, but de wife demands to wear de pants in de family….which I let her do, because when I want to be de boss, I put on de dress.

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        • calmkate 8:07 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink

          lol ah what an unattractive visual, thank heavens I’ve eaten or it may have been regurgitated! What colour do you prefer? Lace or buttons?

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        • mistermuse 11:34 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink

          I prefer see-through on my wife, so I see myself in the same fashion, Kate. As for lace or buttons, I’m a zipper man because it’s easier to open on the fly.

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        • annieasksyou 10:29 pm on May 7, 2020 Permalink

          I didn’t expect to be laughing at the end of the grim truism you started with. This was just right!—and your comment above is de-lightful!

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    • obbverse 1:57 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Here it is,in a nutshell. Wealth over health, every damned time. ‘Its possible there may more deaths thanks to opening up the ‘conomy.’ Fatuous shrugged.

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      • mistermuse 7:50 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        The GOP has been the party of wealth over health since Warren Harding was President….and to think, it was once the party of Lincoln.

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    • Rivergirl 9:13 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      His lack of empathy shouldn’t surprise us. He was playing Live and Let Die at the Arizona I love me trip yesterday.
      🤨

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    • magickmermaid 11:30 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Love the video! 😀 The poor and the elderly are merely collateral damage in the orange one’s war.

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    • Yeah, Another Blogger 11:30 am on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I never get tired of saying this: Donnie’s the worst.

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    • Rosaliene Bacchus 2:43 pm on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for lifting my spirits with those two video clips.

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      • mistermuse 5:45 pm on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You’re very welcome, Rosaliene….but did you have to say there could be worse presidents yet to come? God forbid! You just ruined my day. 😉

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    • Elizabeth 6:15 pm on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      That is the perfect video to go along with the Trumpster.

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      • mistermuse 10:06 pm on May 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Let’s hope voters throw the Trumpster in the dumpster on November 3.

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        • Elizabeth 5:03 pm on May 7, 2020 Permalink

          Thank you for appropriately linking Trumpster and dumpster for me. I think on a subconscious lever they were linked, but it took your comment to make it explicit.

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    • arekhill1 1:58 pm on May 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      You can’t bullshit a virus, Sr. Muse. Even a Bullshit Terminator (a thin layer of human skin covering a mound of bullshit) like Trump can’t. Stay safe.

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      • mistermuse 7:16 pm on May 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You do the same, Ricardo.

        P.S. I hear that Trump’s personal valet has just been diagnosed with Covid-19. Wouldn’t it be fitting if the thin-skinned bullshitter, who won’t social-distance or wear a mask because it would detract from his appearance, caught the virus from his valet? In any case, I’ve got news for the Pres — a mask is about the only thing that might IMPROVE his appearance.

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: blogosphere, food for thought, , , irrationality, , power, rationality, reason, , SNAFU, The Enlightenment,   

    A HELLUVA WAY TO RUN A WORLD 

    “This is a helluva way to run a railroad.” –from a 1906 speech by Leonor F. Loree, railroad executive, to a committee of creditors who asked him to take charge of the Kansas City Southern Railroad, which was described as two streaks of rust; its engines lost steam; the men were disheartened; and the stations were shacks.

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    Since first said in 1906, the above quote has famously become a catchphrase for the high-and-mighty mentality of any commercial, governmental, military, or other top-down entity operating in a fashion oblivious to SNAFU (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up). I (and maybe you too) have had occasion to view SNAFU close-up and personal, having served as a draftee in the military and as a 30-year “soldier” in the corporate milieu before retiring to savor domestic life anew (and rue honey-do). But at least I’m the boss of my own blog (though still at the mercy of invisible forces somewhere out there in the blogosphere).

    Anyway, being of a philosophical bent, this got me to thinking about helluva railroads and SNAFU, writ LARGE –as in, dude: how did this whole woebegone world come to be so SNAFUed? Do we have a clue? Perhaps a few of us do.

    It’s a story we can’t stop telling ourselves. Once, humans were benighted by superstition and irrationality, but then the Greeks invented reason. Later, the Enlightenment enshrined rationality as the supreme value. Discovering that reason is the defining feature of out species, we named ourselves the “rational animal.” But is this flattering story rational? From sex and music to religion and war, irrationality makes up the greater part of human life and history. –from a reference to IRRATIONALITY (subtitled A HISTORY OF THE DARK SIDE OF REASON), a book by Justin E. H. Smith, a professor of history and the philosophy of science.

    Well, if that isn’t food for thought, I don’t know what is. The problem, of course, is what it has always been: those most in need of reflecting on and applying such appraisal to oneself wouldn’t be caught dead doing so. It’s Greek to them. The Trumps of the world live in their own little world where big money talks….and it speaks power.

    Oh well. So much for funny money.

     

     
    • obbverse 12:28 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      The world is mad. I tell ya- mad, its mad mad mad. Powerful mad.

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    • calmkate 12:47 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      we spell SNAFU differently here down under, it’s spelt STUFFED …

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    • masercot 5:18 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      It’s post-modernism in its grossest form…

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      • mistermuse 8:40 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        My post makes no apologies (except for subjecting readers to the inclusion of His Grossness near the end).

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        • masercot 9:13 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink

          Remember when the right-wing accused their opponents of trying to make reality flexible? Little did we know that they’d actually be the ones doing that…

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        • mistermuse 9:28 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink

          “Flexible” is a very charitable word for the right-wing’s appropriation of reality.

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    • Rivergirl 8:14 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      SNAFU times 2!

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      • mistermuse 8:52 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        ….as in Doublemint gum on one’s shoes (sorry about that — I searched my sole, but was stuck for a better reply).

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        • Rivergirl 8:54 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink

          I’d insult your reply, but that would make me a heel. A sticky situation at best…

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    • mistermuse 9:30 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      😉

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    • magickmermaid 11:03 am on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Hell in a hand basket to be sure! 🙂

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    • arekhill1 5:50 pm on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

    • mistermuse 6:16 pm on April 7, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I see that I commented on that January post, Ricardo, but unfortunately no space alien has subsequently come to take Trump back to his home planet for experiments, as I hoped (probably scared off by the coronavirus outbreak, which Trump was ignoring at the time).

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    • Elizabeth 4:49 pm on April 8, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I suppose those are the stimulus checks floating down to appease us and distract from the insanity.

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      • mistermuse 6:39 pm on April 8, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Everything Trump says or “floats” is either about him, or is something he does to turn things to his advantage. I have no doubt he will tout the stimulus checks accordingly.

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        • Elizabeth 4:49 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink

          He will probably sign them himself.

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        • mistermuse 5:33 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink

          ….and the checks will probably have his face imprinted on them (giving BAD checks a whole new meaning!).

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    • GP Cox 6:58 am on April 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      People keep saying they admire the Greatest Generation, in this world-wide predicament, they can try to emulate them, rather than sit back and find things to complain about.
      They can’t make movies like ‘It’s a Mad, mad, Mad World’ – the actors would want too much money, plus a percentage of the profits.

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      • mistermuse 9:51 am on April 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        It seems to be mostly young people (teens & 20s) and evangelicals who are disregarding the “rules” and doing their own thing. Young people have always thought they’re invincible, but evangelicals should know better….actually, deep down they probably do, but under the spell of the Falwells and Rick Warrens of the world, they suspend belief in everything but what they’re misled to believe.

        As for “Mad World,” no doubt you’re right. It probably had more stars than any other film in movie history (most of them in cameo appearances), including Spencer Tracy, Mickey Rooney, Ethel Merman, Sid Caesar, etc. — many of them all but forgotten today.

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    • moorezart 12:10 pm on April 10, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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    • Silver Screenings 5:04 pm on April 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I always forget how many big stars were in this film. It was a truly ambitious undertaking in so many ways.

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      • mistermuse 12:23 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        It’s a pretty good film, but I think it should’ve been better. It was director Stanley Kramer’s first attempt at comedy, and despite some good scenes, the unevenness shows. I’d rate it about a 7 out of 10.

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    • blindzanygirl 3:28 am on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      And the world gets madder and madder each day!

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      • mistermuse 2:35 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I couldn’t agree more, Lorraine….especially when you think how much better it could be if more countries had better leaders. Trump has been an absolute disaster for the US, and no doubt your country is hurting for lack of competent, humane leadership, as well….while the rest of us pay the price for their arrogance and bungling.

        Sorry this reply is such a downer. Hopefully we’ll survive this epidemic and live to elect leaders worthy of their calling.

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        • blindzanygirl 3:05 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink

          Don’t worry about it being a downer Mistermuse. We have to say it as it is. I’m all for that. I don’t know how any of us are going to get out of this mess but I bet once we have, there will be another one waiting around the corner. How are all our Leaders going to deal with the Recession that we are going to get? Hmmm.

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    • mistermuse 8:20 pm on April 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Good attitude, Lorraine. As for handling the recession-to-come, I don’t know about your country, but I have no confidence whatsoever in Trump. It would be hard enough for a competent, caring President, much less an incompetent, self-serving narcissist like Trump.

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    • Carol A. Hand 6:21 pm on April 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      It’s a mad world, indeed, Mister Muse. Thought you might appreciate a bit of musical humor about these times, created by Don Caron from the Parody Project:

      Battle Hymn of the Republic – Revised for Relevance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eR0ckpJ3bk);

      The Ballad of New Orleans (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB11scadABg)

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Hindustan, , , ,   

    GO TO HELLISTAN 

    Yesterday, I commented on Rivergirl’s March 25 post titled “THINGS THAT FALL INTO THE WTH? CATEGORY”, which told of (among other things) a place known as the Door to Hell in Derweze, Turkmenistan. As I mentioned in that comment, I’ve actually gone to Hell (by car, by the way; not in a handbasket) — the town of Hell in Michiganistan, which may not be as hot as Hell in Turkmenistan, but is more convenient. I figure this is more than enough to qualify me as an authority on anystan’s Hell, hence this post.

    When I say “more convenient,” I of course mean convenient to my followers here in the good old United Statesistan. If you live in Asiastan, you will undoubtedly be able to go to Hell more conveniently in Turkmenistan. On the other stan, if you live in Hindustan (aka The Republic of India), you’re stuckistan in Hindustan because India is in total lockdown due to the coronavirus (I would’ve said coronavirustan, but I understan that’s sickistan).

    Anyway, the Hell I’ve been through in Michiganistan has an official website; rather than me give you the scoopistan, here’s the official poopistan straight from the horse’s mouth:

    https://www.gotohellmi.com/

    Now, if that doesn’t make you want to go to Hell, I don’t know what willistan. I happen to know a guy (his name is Stan) whose wife is a real clothes horse and looks hot in green, gray or white; he often takes her through Hell no matter what she’s wearing, even though….

    I close with this thought: Where do people in Hell tell each other to go?

     

     
    • blindzanygirl 12:09 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Oh god mistermuse. You had me in stitches there. One very brilliant post. How about stitchistan?

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      • mistermuse 12:54 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Sorry I had you in stitches, Lorraine. I hope they dissolve without having to be removed by handistan. 😉

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    • renxkyoko 3:56 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Is there really such a place in Michigan called Hell ? ? ? O-O

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    • obbverse 4:21 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      We do have a Styx near to us- too near perhaps?

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      • mistermuse 10:21 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        The only Styx I know of is the River Styx in Greece. I’m guessing the Styx near you is a creek out in the sticks, so you’re probably safe barring a flood of mythical proportions. 😉

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        • obbverse 5:19 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink

          Yep, it is a river, not too wide, but the journey over is quite soul destroying.

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    • calmkate 7:51 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      lol hilarious!

      After many years in isolation I was crossing a city by public transport and needed a loo quickly. Couldn’t spot any so asked a couple … the guy said “go to hell”, I said “I just asked for a loo” and he repeated “go to hell” … well I thought that was a bit rude when they both burst into loud belly laughs. Seems a new pizza joint had opened called “Hell’s Kitchen” and they had good clean loos just two doors up from where I asked.

      They patiently waited until I emerged, it was quite dark and a bit spooky, and apologised. Said he’d been waiting for years to say that to someone …

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    • Eliza 8:06 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Love the last thought. Still giggling… maybe they send each other to heaven.

      Love, light, and glitter

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    • Rivergirl 8:30 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Go to Hell. Best tourist ad line ever!!

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      • mistermuse 11:53 am on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        If they have some rusty old tools in Hell, you’d better not tell hubby, or he’ll probably want to go there ASAP (and maybe take you with him, just for the Hell of it). 😉

        P.S. That’s an “inside” joke — non-followers of Rivergirl’s blog will have to go there (rather than Hell) to get it.

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    • arekhill1 12:15 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Never been to Hell, Sr. Muse, but my critics assure me I will inevitably end up there. I’ll try and get a postcard out to you.

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      • mistermuse 2:46 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You don’t want to go to Hell, Ricardo. Just the thought of spending eternity there with Trump should be more than enough to motivate you to aim higher (even if you have to make a pit-stop in Purgatory on your way up).

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    • magickmermaid 1:07 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      A postistan of immense laughistan! Great tune as well! I’m putting Hell, Michiganistan on my places to visit list. People in Hell probably tell others to go to Trumpistan. 😀

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      • mistermuse 3:03 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        After Trump kicks the bucket, I expect he will try to make Hell great again by merging it with Trumpistan and naming it Hellistan. Thanks to the very prescient title of this post, you heard the name here first, mm.
        P.S. On second thought, Trump loves the sound of his name too much not to call it Trumpistan….but it will definitely become more hellish after he gets there.

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    • annieasksyou 6:07 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Re: your last comment: trump can’t make hell any more hellish than he’s made things here.

      This post was funistan, mistermuse, though I can’t quite figure out how the temperature in Hell, Michiganistan, could be 53 degrees. Deceptive PR to draw in more unsuspecting travelers on one-way trips?

      Your post reminded me that when our older daughter was a Russian studies major in college, she spent a semester in Leningrad just before the coup. One of her cheery jaunts was to fly in a WWII turboprop plane to a mountain in Tajikistan (I may be misstanning which Stan), where she was the only woman watching a group of men play a traditional “polo” game on camels, armed with swords (the men, not the camels), with a goat as the winner’s prize.
      Fortunately, she told us about this adventure well after returning home because I found it scary as hellistan.

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      • mistermuse 7:09 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks for that interesting comment, Annie.

        As for the 53 degree temp in Hell, I’d blame it on global warming, but that sounds pretty frigid for Hell. In any case, Hell has frozen over in the past, as you can see among the pix in the link which follows the post’s 3rd paragraph….istan.

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    • Elizabeth 3:59 pm on March 27, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      After you have visited Hell you can come to Satan’s Kingdom in Connecticut. It is located quite near to Devil’s Hopyard!

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      • mistermuse 6:21 pm on March 27, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        The name Devil’s Hopyard sounds vaguely familiar — I think I may have been there on one of my vacations trips East decades ago. In any case, we’re going through enough hell since Trump’s election to the Presidency, and with the corona virus right now….so I regret that I can’t accept your invitation, Elizabeth.

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    • eswini 5:50 pm on March 27, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      These days, the two hellish companions would probably just send each other to Coronastan 😦 Bitter laugh.

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    • masercot 10:07 am on March 29, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      People in Hell tell each other to go to Amarillo. Way worse than Hell…

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    • barkinginthedark 3:42 pm on April 1, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Go to D.C.? continue…

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      • mistermuse 6:41 pm on April 2, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Since Trump went to D.C., the whole country has gone to Hellistan. If we can survive 7 more months, we will realize as never before the meaning of Martin Luther King’s FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WE’RE FREE AT LAST!

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    • JosieHolford 6:02 am on April 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      People in hell say: “Go to tRump’s America.”

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      • mistermuse 9:23 am on April 6, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        ….and no doubt they’re also praying that tRump goes to heaven when he dies, as hell is unbearable enough without him making it more so.

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    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera 11:05 am on April 9, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      To New Jersey! Great sounds, love that New Orleans music…one of my favourite cities in the US…great post!
      Cheers!

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      • mistermuse 12:37 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Francisco. There’s nothing like New Orleans music to lift the spirit in dispirited times! New Orleans is one of my favorite cities as well (and BRAVO for San FRANCISCO too)! 😉

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        • Francisco Bravo Cabrera 12:39 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink

          Yes, you are absolutely right abut that! Music is a special remedy for the spirit that always works! Love New Orleans and been to San Francisco only once and I loved it, the architecture, the layout of the city and the gorgeous bay! Great city!
          Greetings from my city,
          Valencia, Spain,
          Francisco

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    • mistermuse 12:44 pm on April 9, 2020 Permalink | Reply

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    • Silver Screenings 4:59 pm on April 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      This song is another fab piece you’ve introduced me to. I listened to it twice in a row. Thanks!

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Carole Lombard, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Yoko Ono   

    BEWARE THE BRIDES OF MARCH 

    March 15 being THE IDES OF MARCH (but still winter), I thought I’d work on a post I’d call THE BRRRR-IDES OF MARCH — however, it hasn’t been very winter-like where I live, so it’s no weather for snow jobs. Thus I’ll settle for a post about The Brides of March, of whom there have been some blushing ones, some gushing ones, some rushing ones, and a mother lode of if-at-first-you-don’t-succeed-try-try-again ones….such as singing star Peggy Lee, whose marriage to jazz guitarist Dave Barbour was her first of four such gigs.

    Here are twenty March brides who gave it the old collage (French for to stick together) try, listed by March wedding day (along with the names of the grooms, just for the wreck of it):

    March 1, 1968   JUNE CARTER / Johnny Cash
    March 8, 1952   NANCY DAVIS / Ronald Reagan
    March 8, 1943   PEGGY LEE / Dave Barbour
    March 9, 1796   JOSÉPHINE de BEAUHARNAIS / Napoléon Bonaparte
    March 13, 1946 MARY WELSH / Ernest Hemingway

    March 15, 1964 ELIZABETH TAYLOR / Richard Burton (again)
    March 16, 2002 LIZA MINNELLI / David Gest
    March 17, 1905 ELEANOR ROOSEVELT / Franklin D. Roosevelt
    March 18, 1869 HARRIET TUBMAN / Nelson Davis
    March 19, 1918 DAISY PARKER / Louis Armstrong (who recorded this song 3/2/1932):

    March 20, 1969 YOKO ONO / John Lennon
    March 21, 1945 LAUREN BACALL / Humphrey Bogart
    March 21, 1963 BARBRA STREISAND / Elliott Gould
    March 21, 1984 SARAH BRIGHTMAN / Andrew Lloyd Webber
    March 23, 1985 CHRISTIE BRINKLEY / Billy Joel

    March 24, 1950 INGRID BERGMAN / Roberto Rossellini
    March 27, 1916 GLORIA SWANSON / Wallace Beery
    March 28, 1920 MARY PICKFORD / Douglas Fairbanks
    March 28, 1939 CAROLE LOMBARD / Clark Gable
    March 28, 1957 BILLIE HOLIDAY (LADY DAY) / Louis McKay

    All but three of those ladies married multiple times, and one of the three (Daisy Parker) died soon after her divorce from Louis Armstrong. Lost passion being the fashion, this quote seems a fitting way to call it a day:

    “I guess the only way to stop divorce is to stop marriage.” –Will Rogers

    So ladies, this be your day to be given away. Gents, beware the BRIDES OF MARCH (apologies to Shakespeare) — not to mention, pity your poor (after the divorce) befuddled comrades-in-arms who married them.

     

     

     

     

     
    • calmkate 12:46 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      lol I think some women like the white wedding bit but can’t quite engage in the marriage commitment thing! I took Will’s advice and avoided the whole darned thing … a barrister friend took me to divorce court and that was it 🙂

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      • mistermuse 1:07 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Frankly, it sounds like you could render your gender’s version of Sinatra’s I DID IT MY WAY in grand style, Kate. 😉

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    • obbverse 12:56 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      First ring out the wedding bells then all too soon ring the lawyer. Happily ever nah-ah.

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    • Rivergirl 9:05 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Ha! Love it.
      Although Liz Taylor probably hit every month. She was a busy bride.
      😉

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    • Ashley 9:44 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Great post! However, in just a week’s time it will be the Spring Equinox (20th March), the halfway point of spring!

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    • linnetmoss 10:17 am on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      What an amazing list of brides! The ones that caught my eye were June Carter, Yoko Ono, and of course the immortal Liz. But she is in a category by herself as a bride.

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    • Don Ostertag 3:13 pm on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Very clever post,

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      • mistermuse 3:29 pm on March 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. Nonetheless, I’m not showing it to my wife, because I don’t want to give her any ideas. Who would cook my meals if she divorced me?

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    • Moushmi Radhanpara 10:01 am on March 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Oh, you gave me a good laugh 🙂

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    • tubularsock 2:23 pm on March 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Now, now, now. It works two ways.
      So, if you first don’t succeed, try, try, try again.

      But usually one should marry “up” each time because after the first divorce you usually have nothing left!

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      • mistermuse 5:26 pm on March 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        “Divorce is a legal separation when a man stops bringing the money home to his wife and starts mailing it.” –Evan Esar
        In that scenario, a man would have to marry WAY up because, unless the next wife is independently wealthy, he’d probably still have to send her his money after the second divorce. 😉

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    • mlrover 11:21 am on March 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I never planned to marry again after divorcing the first one, who was and is a horrible person. There was no resisting my second marriage, and even with all its ups, downs, and difficulties, it was wonderful. The “Second Time Around” turned out to be true for me.

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      • mistermuse 12:13 pm on March 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

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        • mlrover 7:44 am on March 19, 2020 Permalink

          Thank you. It was Frankie’s rendition that came to mind. And my “.second time” happened on St. Patty’s Day. And we married in March. Forgot to mention that.

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    • arekhill1 1:56 pm on March 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Just missed being a March groom myself, Sr. Muse. Married on my birthday, April 12th. Bride insisted on the date so I would remember our wedding anniversary. Only had to remember it once, though.

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    • mistermuse 6:02 pm on March 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      At least you can be thankful your birthday isn’t on April 1st, Ricardo — you don’t need that kind of reminder every April Fools Day. 😉

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    • Rebecca Wallick 8:53 pm on March 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Great post!
      Thankfully I got my starter marriage out of the way between the ages of 18-20.
      I then went to college and law school. I became a divorce lawyer.
      Oh, the horrors. No more marriages for me!
      Just wish I’d known of the Will Rogers quote when I was still practicing law. I would have turned it into a big sign to hang in my office. Maybe some of my clients would have resisted walking down the aisle a second (or third) time. Maybe, but probably not.
      I did appreciate the repeat business 😉

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      • mistermuse 9:41 pm on March 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I like your term “starter marriage,” Rebecca. Wouldn’t it be great if, like a starter home, you could sell it when you ‘outgrow’ it and use the proceeds to acquire a better fit for your current needs?

        Hmmm. “Maybe, but probably not.” 😉

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    • Bryntin 4:49 pm on March 19, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Hello, I’m not commenting on your post exactly, just letting you know I visited here – and so might others who hadn’t before now – on my latest BLT (Blog Leap Tour). You may see a pingback link if you want to see how it went.
      Anyway, sorry to intrude.
      Carry on… 🙂

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      • mistermuse 6:06 pm on March 19, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I was about to “carry on” (recalling the old British “Carry On…” film series) when I noticed a follow-up Bryntin comment (something about a virus) which gave me pause. I’m therefore refraining from approving the second comment pending clarification, as I’m not presently in the mood for a virus…even of the “carry on” kind.

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        • Bryntin 6:09 pm on March 19, 2020 Permalink

          Ah, that was probably in the text of my post and carried into the link… and of course at the moment a lot of posts encompass the word ‘virus’. Sorry to give you the squeaky bottom but I am real and safe as far as I know… as far as any of us knows even.

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      • mistermuse 10:04 pm on March 19, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        As you can see, your “carry on” has now passed inspection — but my post is under quarantine, along with everyone who has been in contact with it since 4:49 pm today, until further notice (or until that certain everyone sends my inspection fee — preferably sanitized — whichever comes first). 😉

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    • equipsblog 8:53 am on March 28, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Very clever post. Maybe next you can actually riff you way through the Brrrr-ides of March.

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    • mistermuse 12:17 pm on March 28, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      My bride and I tied the knot in the month of September, so I’m not rife for a riff (or a raff, for that matter) through the Brrr-ides of March….but since we’re heading from March into April, here’s a jazzman’s riff on the transition:

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  • mistermuse 12:08 am on February 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: A Night at the Opera. Duck Soup, , , , , ,   

    A NIGHT AT THE (SOAP) OPERA – Act IV 

    As the curtain rises on Act IV, we pick up where we left off in Act III:

    We’ve come at long last to the denouement (aka the point in the presentation where it’s time to wrap up the plot before the popcorn runs out): Fiorello and Tomasso abduct and gag lead tenor Alasprairie during the onstage uproar and take him to a site out of sight, where he’s fit to be tied. Gottliebchen is in a bind: a replacement tenor is needed to quiet the affronted audience, as well as those seated in the rear. Ricardo Macaroni happens to be handy. Gottliebchen gives in. Ricardo and the lovely Rosa Grossa sing an aria. The audience is enthralled. Miraculously, everything has worked out in….

    THE END?

    But as we all know, it’s not the end until the fat lady sings — a requisite which is unaccountably missing in this opera. Fortunately for our fannies, the fat lady who doesn’t sing in this opera did sing to end this earlier opera, which will serve our purpose here:

    Now that’s what I call leaving on borrowed time.

     

     
    • mlrover 8:58 am on February 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I love that they aimed the fruit over her head. My favorite was always when Harpo played.

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      • mistermuse 10:56 am on February 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Harpo’s playing always provided just the right balance of “catch-our-breath” between what would otherwise have been non-stop zaniness — not to mention that his playing was excellent in itself.

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      • tubularsock 1:50 pm on February 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Tubularsock loved that as well and found it interesting how she showed such confidence they’d miss. Wonder how many times they had to run through that without a mistake hit.

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        • mistermuse 9:23 pm on February 16, 2020 Permalink

          They did hit their initial target (Trentino) several times without noticeable effect before turning their attention to her, so I suspect that the “fruit” was made of something relatively soft (I was going to say foam rubber, but I checked and found that foam rubber wasn’t invented until 1937 — 3 years after DUCK SOUP was filmed). In any case, it does look like they missed her on purpose.

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    • magickmermaid 6:17 pm on February 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      The Marx Brothers were unequaled! Still just as funny today. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 9:43 pm on February 16, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Absolutely! And A NIGHT AT THE OPERA lends itself perfectly to being satirized like a soap opera. I can’t think of another film which could as easily “inspire” the writing of these posts.

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    • masercot 8:22 am on February 17, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Just leave out the sanity clause next time…

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    • JosieHolford 8:45 pm on February 18, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Not for nothing they were known as comic genius.

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    • barkinginthedark 10:26 pm on February 19, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      love the Marx bros…the first Beatles. continue…

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    • mistermuse 12:58 am on February 20, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I guess you could make that comparison, though I’ve never thought of the Beatles’ films in that way before.

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on February 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    A NIGHT AT THE (SOAP) OPERA – Act III 

    When last we met, leaving our three stowaways on the good ship Lollipoop, Tomasso had cut the beards off of three Russian aviators, and he, Fiorello and Ricardo had assumed their identities….or so you were left to assume. But you don’t have to take my word for it….

    Having escaped from the speakers’ platform outside City Hall with plainclothes detective Henderson in pursuit, the stowaways and Driftwort take refuge in a nearby hotel, where they have a flat and retire. In the a.m., they have room service send up their breakfast.

    Just when you thought the opening night of the opera season would never arrive, it does….and so does Driftwort, only to learn that he has been fired by Missis Playpool for associating with riffraff (how riffraff got into the act, I’ll never know). Not to be denied, Driftwort (together with Tomasso and Fiorello) goes to Gottliebchen’s office, locks him in a closet, replaces Gottliebchen as Missis Playpool’s escort, and delivers the opening night address, which is the same as the day address, but not as easy to see:

    Is there no end to this madness? For the answer to that question, you will have to return for Act IV. Until then….

     
    • calmkate 5:34 am on February 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      thanks for finally revealing why my father would Never let us watch the Marx Bros … but I enjoyed a good giggle. They are obviously cousins to Abbott and Costello 😎

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      • mistermuse 7:39 am on February 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You’re welcome, Kate. A & C’s heyday started when the Marx Brothers’ best years ended in the 1940s. A & C may have been the ‘successors’ to the Marxes, though in my opinion, their films didn’t reach the level of madcap originality and wit of the Marx Brothers. But all due credit to A & C for one of the classic routines of all time, WHO’S ON FIRST?

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    • masercot 9:23 am on February 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I’ve repeated Chico’s story of crossing the Atlantic to people just for the blank stares I get.

      “We getta close… a maybe a three feet… and what dya think, we run outta gas and we gotta go back…”

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    • Ashley 9:39 am on February 15, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Crazy, crazy, crazy! Only the Marx Brothers could get away with such idiocy! It’s good to laugh just for the hell of it!

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    • barkinginthedark 3:00 am on March 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      ‘O for the lyrics and lyricists of yore.
      They don’t make too many like them anymore
      Since ol’ Yip and Porter and Brecht
      Said adieu
      The clever and worldly are far ‘tween and few.

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      • mistermuse 11:50 am on March 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        You’re not a bad “lyricist” yourself — though setting your lyrics to music might stand no more than a “Ghost Of A Chance” (a 1933 hit composed by Victor Young, lyrics by Ned Washington)! 😉

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    • barkinginthedark 9:54 pm on March 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      i almost forgot what a terrific crooner Der Bingle was. thanks MM. continue…

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      • mistermuse 10:29 pm on March 24, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I love the early Crosby’s voice. After about 1935, he gradually changed from being the emotional crooner of that 1933 clip to being, in my opinion, a less appealing and more commercially oriented (for lack of a better term) singer — still good, but not “terrific.” I own many recordings from both stages of his career, and the difference is obvious.

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  • mistermuse 7:39 pm on February 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Allan Jones, , Kitty Carlisle, ,   

    A NIGHT AT THE (SOAP) OPERA – Act II 

    SCENE: A ship sailing from Wherever to New Yurt
    TIME:   A day or two after Whenever
    CAST:   The usual suspects (same characters as Act I)

    As the curtain opens on Act II, we find Opus E. Driftwort, Missis Playpool, Hermano Gottliebchen, renowned tenor Rodolpho Alasprairie, and beautiful soprano Rosa Grossa, who has been selected as the leading lady, onboard the good ship Lollipoop (which was pirated from an earlier opera set in the deep South titled BRAT EYES, starring Surly Temper as the leading child). The ship is about to depart for New Yurt, where the famous New Yurt Opera House is believed to be located.

    Sadly, tenor Ricardo Macaroni (Allan Jonesboro), who is in love with Rosa (and her with he), is being left behind on the dock, leading to this heart-breaking parting of the ways:

    Shortly thereafter, Driftwort enters his cabin and proceeds with the tusk of opening his trunk, only to find it packed with hungry stowaways Fiorello and Tomasso Marxista and Macaroni.

    Later, following much more merrymaking, music, and muddled madness, the stowaways are caught and confined to quarters for a change. Fiorello subsequently tires of listening to Tomasso’s kazoo and tosses it out the porthole. Tomasso leaps after it into the ocean, from which a lifeline lifts him into the stateroom of three bearded Russian aviators taking a nap. Tomasso then takes to his scissors, leaving three Russian aviators beardless and three stowaways becoming bearded Russian aviators Chicoski, Harpotski and Baronoff.

    Bear with us — we’re off until Act III.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
    • Yeah, Another Blogger 11:43 pm on February 13, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      This is complicated!

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      • mistermuse 12:24 am on February 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        If you’ve never seen the movie A NIGHT AT THE OPERA (1935), I don’t blame you for finding this hard to follow. I’ve seen it probably half a dozen times over the years, and it hardly makes sense to me — but then, it’s the Marx Brothers, so it’s not supposed to make sense. Chaos reigns in all their films, especially in their two best films, A NIGHT AT THE OPERA and DUCK SOUP.

        BTW, for the benefit of those who aren’t old time movie buffs, the reference (in the first paragraph) to BRAT EYES starring Surly Temper, is wordplay on the 1934 film BRIGHT EYES starring Shirley Temple. If any of my readers made that connection, I salute you (but don’t call me Shirley).

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    • masercot 8:10 am on February 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      “Would you like your nails long or short?”

      “Better make it short, it’s getting pretty crowded in here”

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    • magickmermaid 12:32 pm on February 14, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      HAHAHA! I’m enjoying this new Night at the Opera! 😀

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    • Silver Screenings 7:15 pm on February 23, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Haha – I love that scene in the crowded cabin. It never gets old.

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      • mistermuse 7:47 pm on February 23, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        That scene and the “sanity clause” scene are my favorites in A NIGHT AT THE OPERA — two classic scenes in a classic film!

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  • mistermuse 12:03 am on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply
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    A NIGHT AT THE (SOAP) OPERA 

    SCENE: Wherever
    TIME: Whenever

    CAST:

    Groucho Marxisto        OPUS E. DRIFTWORT
    Chico Marxisto             FIORELLO BLOWHARDO
    Harpo Marxisto           TOMASSO PASTO
    Margaret Dontmont    MISSIS PLAYPOOL
    Sig Rumanboardo       HERMANO GOTLIEBCHEN
    Kitty Carlisimo            ROSA GROSSA
    Allan Jonesboro          RICARDO MACARONI
    Walter Wolf Kink        RODOLPHO ALASPRAIRIE
    Roberto O’Connor      POLICE DETECTIVE BANDITO MUSOLINI HENDERSON

    ACT 1

    Missis Playpool , millionaire dowager and high-society wannabe, has been stood up for dinner at a fancy restaurant by Opus E. Driftwort, gold-digging entrepreneur. After being discovered dining with a gorgeous blond at the next table, Driftwort worms his way out of the situation and sits down with Missis Playpool for a second dinner, during which he professes his undying love for her. Repulsed, he then proposes a plan to get her into society by investing $200,000 (in round figures) in the New Yurt Opera Company.

    Hermano Gotliebchen, impresario of the opera, happily accepts Missis Playpool’s money with intent to hire celebrated Italian tenor Rodolpho Alasprairie, who beats his valet, Tomasso Pasto, for trying on one of Rodolpho’s costumes before the opera which Missis Playpool attends, after which she and Gotliebchen agree to sign the tenor to a contract. Got that?

    Enter Fiorello Blowhardo, who claims to represent the “greatest tenor in the world” (Ricardo Macaroni, a little-known singer in the chorus). Driftwort, thinking Blowhardo represents Alasprairie, tries to get Blowhardo to sign a contract in which Driftwort gets $990 of the $1,000-a-week contract for the “greatest tenor’s” services….but the contract has too many disagreeable clauses, which they agree to rip out until they’re down to the last clause, which happens to be the sanity clause. Of course, Blowhardo claims there ain’t no Sanity Claus, and that’s the end of Act One.

    There will now be a short intermission, during which you are free to check out the commercials, or go to the fridge for a beer, before we resume with Act Two.

     

     

     
    • tref 2:06 am on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      … patiently waiting in my seat for act two.

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    • masercot 6:42 am on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      “I’ll hold your seat ’til you get there. After you get there, you’re on your own”

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      • mistermuse 3:35 pm on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I don’t know how that Rufus T. Firefly quote got into this soap opera, but it’s just ducky with me — in fact, it’s Ducky Soupy.

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    • calmkate 7:10 am on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      ooh powerful play writer too …

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      • mistermuse 3:44 pm on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        I don’t know about “powerful,” Kate, but I do have to play right, or my wife will spank me

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    • magickmermaid 5:03 pm on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      The party of the first part (i.e. me) thinks the party of the second part (i.e. you) should throw party for all parties of the third part 😉

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      • mistermuse 6:39 pm on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Chico (Fiorello) didn’t like the first part — especially the first part of the party of the first part — and I have a feeling I may not like the the second or third part, so I’m thinking about skipping to the fourth part. If I don’t like that, I’ll take the fifth amendment and go home. Wait — I’m already home. Well, that certainly was a long way to go to be back where I started.

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    • David Redpath 8:38 pm on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Harpo’s performance left me speechless🙊
      But Groucho gets my vote, being a marxist😎

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      • mistermuse 11:54 pm on February 12, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Sounds like you’re saying that Groucho took the “Red path” (sorry if I took the low road with that pun).

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    • barkinginthedark 4:57 pm on February 29, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      the original Beatles. continue…

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