Monday, October 13, 2014
Born One-Hundred Forty-Four Years Ago Today
After stupidly stewing all day over this and this and this and this (while laughing at this) rather than re-poke the feathers and roll the bones of another exhumation and autopsy of the corpse of my recent episode of sport's-related nostalgia and attendant hankering for prayers and rituals (with subject>object<object>subject in as far as I do and as to how I do it) I just now remembered today is Ralph Vaughan Williams' 144th birthday! Not only do I get music I adore exactly when I need it, I save tomorrow's post from tonight's monologue.
Labels: Aargocalyptic, Autoblogography, Birthdays, Brazen Blogwhoring and Attention Sluttery, Cascade, Dead Blegsylvania, Egoslavian Holy Day, Fuck It, Fuck Me, Fuck This, Music, My Complicity, Vaughan Williams