My mate, Blue the Shearer, pointed out last week, in his weekly poem, the startling fact that both George Walker Bush and John Winston Howard (aka Johnny-No-Stars - see below for definition) share a common DUBYA in the middle of their monikers. Egad! The Double Dubyas. The Golden Arses. Over Ten Million Burglaries Served.
'The 25th Anniversary Inspired Shaddap You
Face Contest' at the National
Folk Festival next month is shaping up. Some of the contestants
who will be performing their inspired interpretations are: Bernard
Carney, Bruce Watson, Kavisha Mazzella and the Black Nonnas, The
Gerry Doyle Trio, Brett Robin Wood, Greg Champion, Rebetiki, Les
Smokin' Gitanes, Wongawilli, Touchwood, Kate Delaney, Cabaret
Poetica and Vivienne Sawyer - with more to be announced no
doubt. I will be threading the whole thing together with some
concoctions of my own and thematic ancedotes.
National Folk Festival Site
'Sappho (Fragment 64'), recorded on my 'Freelovedays' CD, forms part of a quartet of Sappho poems I set to music 15 years ago, with the title, 'Evocation of Sappho.' It just won a songwriting contest in the US and was selected a part of the playlist of one of the biggest online radio stations in the world, from Martha's Vineyard: mvyradio.com. Here are Sappho's words.
You can listen to the song on mvyradio.com
- or go to the Joe
Dolce Electronic Press Kit
Favourite Reader Letters of the Week
I enjoyed reading through this [newsletter] and wonder if you're planning a book. I think you've got great style. Best, Mikki
(Note: A book is a good idea. How about this for a title, 'The Covers' - with this for a subtitle: 'The Covers (of This Book are Too Far Apart.)'
I'm so pissed that I missed my opportunity to meet you at the Folk Alliance shundig in Austin. I've been playing your songs on my Sunday night folk show for close to 40 years --- especially, "King Of Hearts" which I would always talk about with Jonathan [Edwards] when he would come on my show to sing some tunes. "Hall of Fame" is also a classic and I'm still searching for a good quality CD of Jon doing both of these tunes on a CD. Jon used to tell me about your antics when you were sharing a place---the 'writing on the wall' was a big topic of conversation way back then. From reading your posts you seem to be just a vibrant a character as you were in those early days. Keep up the great work. Maybe we can say hello somewhere down the road. Gene, Philadelphia, PA USA
(Note: Gene has been playing my songs on his radio show for almost 40 YEARS! Talk about a reality check! 'Shaddap You Face' is only 25 years old. I've only been in Australia for 26 years. The 'writing on the wall' that he is referring to has to do with when the 'Headstone Circus' [the band that Jonathan Edwards and I were part of] shared a house together, back in 1967, two feet away from the railroad tracks, way down in Athens County, Ohio. We were all in our early twenties and this was our first real home away from the dorm living of Ohio University. [Before we all eventually dropped out.] This old house [really a shack] only had a couple of bedrooms and, as there were four band members, Jon and I jury-rigged a couple of blankets up to make a makeshift wall in the front room, and each of us had our 'bedrooms' on opposite sides of this blanket wall. Naturally, you could hear everything. After while, Jon and I got in the habit of writing down the length of time that each other spent making love to our various girlfriends, as it usually kept the other one awake until the luv noises ended. Kind of a little private tally to see who could keep the other awake the longest! Stupid, I know, but we were young, horny . . . . and couldn't sleep. Still, it's not as strange as the girl named Nancy I once knew who used to count out her orgasms by number - out loud! Really, I remember her counting up to 35 or 40 one time. My memory's a bit hazy - I was a bit out of it at the time and I think I stopped writing after 30.)
Didja ever hear Athens-ites, the B-52's lovely song, "dry county" ? they also wrote songs about, among other things, butterbeans, aliens, media manipulation, the environment, the girl from ipanema going to greenland, and even some fine instrumentals. Shame they were best known for a "novelty hit" (Rock Lobster). hmmm, esoteric, supporting worthy causes, interested in food (esp. beans), great songs ignored but everyone knows their most...uh...dare i say annoying...song.......perhaps u are friends with them already, sounds like you have a few things in common! best regards, Justine S. (one-handed with baby on lap hence lousy punctuation)
(Note: Justine, the B-52s were from Athens, GEORGIA (not Ohio). Close . . . .but no lobster - or ghosts, for that matter.)
RE: THE 23RD QUALM
A conservative friend of mine commented to me the other day that I seemed to blame Bush for everything. Of course, I don't - not absolutely everything - but I tried to convey to him how I feel that in the major questions and conundrums facing our civilization today he is definitely (In My Humble Opinion taking us down the wrong path(s). This Old Testament Psalm-like testament I received today says it well, I believe, and thus I pass it on (generously amended/amplified by yours truly). Here's my version. Better? Longer, at least. . . . Newt W
By William Rivers Pitt
Last week, George W. Bush got up before a gaggle of reporters and washed his hands of the mess in Iraq. The question of how long an American presence will remain in that country "will be decided by future presidents and future governments of Iraq," said Bush. To be fair, he isn't the only one. The entire administration appears to have become bored with the whole process.
Take Daniel Speckhard, for example. Speckhard is Director of the US Iraq Reconstruction Management Office, which is in charge of rebuilding Iraqi infrastructure ravaged by war and depredation lo these last three years. Speckhard is quoted in a report in last week's USA Today: "The Iraqi government can no longer count on U.S. funds and must rely on its own revenues and other foreign aid, particularly from Persian Gulf nations. 'The Iraqi government needs to build up its capability to do its own capital budget investment,' said Speckhard."
Really. They have no police or military to speak of, the hospitals are trashed, the lights won't stay on, the flow of potable water is screwed, roads and bridges are bombed out, hundreds of buildings are wrecked, the so-called "elected" government is totally powerless to contain or control the chaos within the country, headless bodies are popping up left and right, a dozen people die every day from bombings and executions, the entire country is careening towards civil war ... and somewhere in all this, Bush and his people expect the Iraqi government to "do its own capital budget investment."
I am going to find a china shop somewhere in the city and walk in with a free-swinging baseball bat. My goal, which will be clearly stated, will be to improve upon the place. I will spend the next three years meticulously destroying everything I see inside, from the cash registers to the display cases to the nice Royal Albert tea sets in the corner. Along the way, I will batter the brains out of any poor sod unfortunate enough to get in my way. When I am done, I will claim with as much self-righteousness as I can muster that none of the mess is my responsibility. I will then, of course, refuse to leave. (article)
Favourite Reviews of the Week
"I should be so lucky . . . lucky, lucky, lucky . . ." Now that's what I call funeral music, Vol 1. (What a great idea for a record, by the way: track two, Shaddapa Ya Face by Joe Dolce - just for the line: "Itsa notsa bad, itsa nice-a place, ah-shaddapa ya face.") Martin Samuel, Timesonline
"I'm unfamiliar with JOE DOLCE. Is that a song or a performer?" Songseeker
"Protest Songs For A Better World is a thirteen-track rally cry anthology of original protest songs selected from submissions from around our troubled globe. All the tracks are wake up calls, but my personal highlights include: Southpaw Jones humorously ominous Protest Song, Lenny Solomon's evocative Gettysurg, Maria Dunn's rousing Troublemaker', Joe Dolce's Did You Get Stupid from Being Ugly (Or Ugly from Being Stupid?) and Williams & Williams' Between Iraq & A Hard Place." Mike Jurkovic, Folk & Acoustic Music Exchange
Good Versus Evil Isn't a Strategy
By Madeleine Albright
(Madeleine Albright was US Secretary of State, from 1997 to 2001)
The Bush administration's newly unveiled National Security Strategy might well be subtitled "The Irony of Iran." Three years after the invasion of Iraq and the invention of the phrase "axis of evil," the administration now highlights the threat posed by Iran - whose radical government has been vastly strengthened by the invasion of Iraq. This is more tragedy than strategy, and it reflects the Manichean approach this administration has taken to the world.
It is sometimes convenient, for purposes of rhetorical effect, for national leaders to talk of a globe neatly divided into good and bad. It is quite another, however, to base the policies of the world's most powerful nation upon that fiction. The administration's penchant for painting its perceived adversaries with the same sweeping brush has led to a series of unintended consequences.
For years, the president has acted as if Al Qaeda, Saddam Hussein's followers and Iran's mullahs were parts of the same problem. Yet, in the 1980s, Hussein's Iraq and Iran fought a brutal war. In the 1990s, Al Qaeda's allies murdered a group of Iranian diplomats. For years, Osama bin Laden ridiculed Hussein, who persecuted Sunni and Shiite religious leaders alike. When Al Qaeda struck the US on 9/11, Iran condemned the attacks and later participated constructively in talks on Afghanistan. The top leaders in the new Iraq - chosen in elections that George W. Bush called "a magic moment in the history of liberty" - are friends of Iran. When the US invaded Iraq, Bush may have thought he was striking a blow for good over evil, but the forces unleashed were considerably more complex.
The administration is now divided between those who understand this complexity and those who do not. On one side, there are ideologues, such as the vice president, who apparently see Iraq as a useful precedent for Iran. Meanwhile, officials on the front lines in Iraq know they cannot succeed in assembling a workable government in that country without the tacit blessing of Iran; hence, last week's long-overdue announcement of plans for a US-Iranian dialogue on Iraq - a dialogue that if properly executed might also lead to progress on other issues.
Although this is not an administration known for taking advice, I offer three suggestions - (article)
New words for 2006
SEAGULL MANAGER. A manager who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.
SALMON DAY. The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die.
SITCOM. S.ingle I.ncome, T.wo C.hildren, O.ppressive M.ortgage. What Yuppies turn into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home and start a "home business".
SINBAD. Single working girl: S.ingle I.ncome, N.o B.oyfriend A.nd D.esperate.
404. Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested document could not be located.
AEROPLANE BLONDE. One who has bleached/dyed hair but still has a 'black box'.
AUSSIE KISS. Similar to a French Kiss, but given down under.
GREYHOUND. A very short skirt, only an inch from the hare.
JOHNNY-NO-STARS. A young man of substandard intelligence, the typical adolescent who works in a burger restaurant. The 'no-stars' comes from the badges displaying stars that staff at fast-food restaurants often wear to show their level of training.
MILLENNIUM DOMES. The contents of a Wonderbra, i.e. extremely impressive when viewed from the outside, but there's actually nothing in there worth seeing.
MONKEY BATH. A bath so hot, that when lowering yourself in, you go: "Oo!Oo!Oo! Aa!Aa!Aa!".
MYSTERY BUS. The bus that arrives at the pub on Friday night while you're in the toilet after your 10th pint, and whisks away all the unattractive people so the pub is suddenly packed with stunners when you come back in.
PICASSO BUM. A person whose shorts are too small for them, so they look like they've got four buttocks.
EDWARD WOODWARD. A fart in the bathtub. (Say
the name outloud to get the full effect.)
(thanks to Dai Woosnam)
HOW TO BECOME A REPUBLICAN
By now. most of you have twigged that I am a big Billy Bob Thornton Slingblade movie fan. I've given a link down below to the complete shooting script for the film which won an Academy Award for Best Screenplay and reads as beautifully as any novel. And what muso could forget the great short course in lyric writing given by the wordsmith of the band, Morris:
SCRIPT of Slingblade.
KARL'S KORNER .wav files of Karl Childer's Best One-Liners:
Dolce Ear Training is a perfect tool for first year music theory students whether they are in junior high, high school, or college. Dolce Ear Training continues a students music skills development where Dolce Music Flash Cards leaves off. Dolce Ear Training aides students in learning to identify rhythms, intervals, and chords. (info)
Elena Albertoni is an Italian type designer (b. 1979, Bergamo) who studied at ESAD Amiens and the Ecole Estienne in Paris, before taking a position as type designer at FontFabrik in Berlin. She cofounded Anatole Type Foundry with Pascal Duez. At the Rencontres de Lure 2005, she speaks on OpenType and Latin characters. Her script typeface DOLCE won an award at the TDC2 2005 type competition. Dolce Font Demo
(Note: Elena's little font demo above is a virtual history
course in the Art of Typeface Creation. Highly recommended
for all writers!)
Good Lines to Remember
(In the Event of an Anal Probe During Your Next Alien Abduction)
A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients while he was performing prostate exams and colonoscopies:
1. "Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going
where no man has gone before!"
2. "Found Amelia Earhart yet?"
3. "Can you hear me NOW?"
4. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
5. "You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married."
6. "Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"
7. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out..."
8. "Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"
9. "If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!"
10. "Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity."
11. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"
12. "God, Now I know why I am not gay."
13. "Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?"
(Thanks to Jim Testa)
(Note: Jim, 'lest we forget - Number 14 - my own feeble retort, a couple of years ago, when I had my pony poked, whispered in my breathiest Marilyn Monroe voice: "I'm ready for my close-up, Mister President."
Speaking of drilling . . . . .)
My Saudi Arabian Breakfast
By Chad Heeter
Please join me for breakfast. It's time to fuel up again.
On the table in my small Berkeley apartment this particular morning is a healthy looking little meal - a bowl of imported McCann's Irish oatmeal topped with Cascadian Farms organic frozen raspberries, and a cup of Peet's Fair Trade Blend coffee. Like most of us, I prepare my breakfast at home and the ingredients for this one probably cost me about $1.25. (If I went to a café in downtown Berkeley, I'd likely have to add another $6.00, plus tip for the same.)
My breakfast fuels me up with about 400 calories, and it satisfies me. So, for just over a buck and half an hour spent reading the morning paper in my own kitchen, I'm energized for the next few hours. But before I put spoon to cereal, what if I consider this bowl of oatmeal porridge (to which I've just added a little butter, milk, and a shake of salt) from a different perspective. Say, a Saudi Arabian one.
Then, what you'd be likely to see - what's really there, just hidden from our view (not to say our taste buds) - is about four ounces of crude oil. Throw in those luscious red raspberries and that cup of java (another three ounces of crude), and don't forget those modest additions of butter, milk, and salt (another ounce), and you've got a tiny bit of the Middle East right here in my kitchen.
Now, let's drill a little deeper into this breakfast. Just where does this tiny gusher of oil actually come from? (We'll let this oil represent all fossil fuels in my breakfast, including natural gas and coal.)
Nearly 20% of this oil went into growing my raspberries on Chilean farms many thousands of miles away, those oats in the fields of County Kildare, Ireland, and that specially-raised coffee in Guatemala - think tractors as well as petroleum-based fertilizers and pesticides.
The next 40% of my breakfast fossil-fuel equation is burned up between the fields and the grocery store in processing, packaging, and shipping. (article)
Here's a New Orleans cuppa.
2 cups milk
1/2 cup heavy cream
6 cups Louisiana coffee w/chicory
1. Combine milk and cream in saucepan; bring just to a boil (bubbles will form around edge of pan), then remove from heat.
2. Pour small amount of coffee in each coffee cup.
3. Pour remaining coffee and hot milk mixture together until cups are 3/4 full.
(NOTE: Skim milk can be substituted for milk and cream for those who are counting calories or who get a might nervous.)
MASA VEAL MARSALA
I discovered this variation of Veal Marsala last week using masa (corn flour prepared with lime water) instead of flour to dredge the veal pieces. It adds a lovely subtle corn flavour to this dish and also reinforces the tang of the kaffir lime leaf garnish. Serve with a red wine that has a strong peppery finish such as a Mount Langi Ghiran Cliff Edge Shiraz to further bring out the heat in the dish.
Thin pounded veal slices, cut in small pieces
masa flour, for dredging
1/4 teas red chili flakes
generous amount of freshly ground black pepper
sugar to taste
1/2 lemon, and 1/2 kaffir lime leaf, very finely slivered, for garnish
Dredge veal slices in masa. Shake off excess. Heat the olive oil until smoking. Brown veal on both sides, until cooked through. Remove veal and set aside. Scrap bits from the pan. Add the red chili flakes and as much Marsala as you want (between half cup to a cup or more), some salt, pepper, and sugar. Stir well and return the veal to the pan and simmer until the sauce is reduced and slightly thickened into a nice gravy. (Add more marsala if necessary and further reduce). Check seasoning. Add the kaffir lime leave as a garnish and serve with a wedge of lemon.
People Having a Worse Day than You
1. Indian farmer D Jaggalah died after drinking bootleg booze. Villagers at his cremation raised a glass to toast their friend, but used the same batch of alcohol that killed Jaggalah. Ten funeral goers were poisoned. And died.
2. Sam McGilton, a 72 year-old West Virginia man was arrested while being caught masturbating in a library, while wearing a flowery dress, red stilettos and a bouffant woman's wig. (photo)
3. Dog Condoms Inc had to recall their product due to "an unacceptable failure rate resulting in canine pregnancies." Plus the meat-scented rubbers were proving too tempting, and proving to be a choking hazard.
4. Richard Parker from Felixstowe got drunk in his local pub,
undressed, urinated in the pocket of the pool table, stuck a pool
ball between his arse cheeks, walked through the pub and deposited
it in a drip tray at the bar. Richard was sentenced to 28 days
(thanks to popbitch)