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So while checking one tiny little detail about Klezmer music, I got sucked into YouTube for three hours.

Did you guys know swing remixed as techno was a thing?  I didn't know this.  My life felt somehow incomplete up until this point.

Date: 2012-09-05 12:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madder-badder.livejournal.com
The new fandom is klezmer music? This is no excuse!


Date: 2012-09-05 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunken-standard.livejournal.com
Klezmatics bandom. It's totally going to be a thing.

(Still picking at that other thing I told you about, which is now sex, drugs, and rock n' roll Victorian style; what else is more rock and roll [for the time period] than Klezmer and Balkan Gypsy music?)

Date: 2012-09-05 01:39 pm (UTC)

Wow

Date: 2012-10-08 08:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shoedog.livejournal.com
This creepy masseur at the YMCA played clarinet, part time, for 'The Maxwell Street Klezmer Band.'

He hit on me WHILE he was doing my massage. After I turned him down, he told me, "You need to develop more muscle tone." ASSHOLE!

This was years ago, while my mom was still alive. When he found out that she was a hospital manager of patient accounts during HER massage, he asked if she could get him a physical therapy job.

He also asked for a ride home. I guess you could admire his moxie.


Despite that I love Klezmer, L─âutari and Romani music. Especially anything sad, like doina, De Dragoste or De Jale style. Drama queen stuff.

Twinsies again!



Have you seen this? INSPIRATION!!!!




Edited Date: 2012-10-08 08:33 am (UTC)

Re: Wow

Date: 2012-10-09 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunken-standard.livejournal.com
Ugh. I bet that guy was *awesome* at parties.

I went to massage school, and there were an odd number of people in the class, so for the final exam I had to work on the receptionist, who I had a crush on (he was like, bad-boy reformed sexy, long black hair and all muscular). Everyone in the class knew I was all goofy over him, and they kept winking and smiling at me while everyone was getting settled on the tables. I was terrified that I would accidentally feel him up; I was beet red and shaking almost the whole time and I got a few "Ow, that kinda hurt" by the time I was done. Thankfully, I passed anyway (not that I've done much with it, I only work on friends and family members and haven't pulled my table out in years).

Klezmer is awesome. Also polka. I love polka. Anything kind of fast and with a danceable rhythm (when I say danceable, I mean flail awkwardly-able).

A long time ago, I had an idea for a Sherlock High School AU set in Cleveland; in it, John played clarinet in his uncle's polka band. I wrote one scene and thought, "Really? You really think this is a good idea?" and buried it.

And the videos- RPF is skeevy as hell, and I would never read or write it, but my god, do I ship Loo Brealy and Benedict Cumberbatch now. Make cute little elfin-featured babies, please! (Really though, his body language was so intimate, like resting his hand on the table and leaning towards her, and oh god, I'm one of *those* fangirls now, excuse me while I jam a pen in my eye in an attempt to lobotomize myself...)

Eh heh.

Awwww.

Date: 2012-10-10 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shoedog.livejournal.com
Make cute little elfin-featured babies, please!

I've loved that in your actual romantic stories, rather than Sherlock furtively beats the meat ones, that Molly had no interest in spawning.

I hate RPFs too.

Though I'd LOVE someone to write one about me. Narcissist.

I know Benedict seems obsessed w/planting his seed in some woman's womb but a knocked up Loo Brealey makes me feel sad.

Like when celebrities or regular joes/josephines like us divorce or someone's made their pet grotesquely fat.

Re: Awwww.

Date: 2012-10-12 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunken-standard.livejournal.com
Yeah, I don't think I'd want to see her up the duff either in real life. There's still a very tiny part of me that's a squealing teenage girl, though. Cute babies, eeeee!

(I had more I was going to say about women and expectations and all that, but then there was dinner and Jeopardy! and I got sucked into watching Wipeout and my brain dribbled out my ears....)





Re: Awwww.

Date: 2012-10-12 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shoedog.livejournal.com
I know. It's so hard integrating internet w/real life pleasures, duties, etc.

I wish I had a Supernanny to whip me into shape, schedule out my day so I can balance everything in a fair, reasonable, healthy way.

Tant pis.

"There's still a very tiny part of me that's a squealing teenage girl, though. Cute babies, eeeee!"

Eh..never had interest. Babies are okay in a way. Sort of like tiny, stoned aliens, funny looking. I can't change diapers for shit (OOH! I MADE A PUN!) though.

I once watched a friend's 11 month old when she had an emergency. He suddenly started crying and wouldn't stop. I called my mom, she thought he might be constipated or have gas, gently push his legs forward and back like yoga.

Nope.

I decided he was teething, that's what they do, right? So I did what my grandma, mom did w/us, (His mom would have been appalled.) stuck a q-Tip in some Jack Daniels and rubbed it repeatedly on his gums. Nope. Not even drunk enough to fall asleep. Then I fed him huge quantities of orange sherbet. He sucked it down in between tears. I warned his mom when she picked him up that he might have lots of foamy orange diarrhea in his diaper.

Finally, this dumb-ass friend of my husband's came over to work w/him on her film project. I knew she was baby mad so after I let her coo over the screaming enigma, I had a brain storm. Left him in her arms to endlessly "Shhh, Shhh. It's okay." and I hid in another room to watch TV until his mom picked him up.

Turned out he suddenly developed an inner ear infection (ON MY WATCH, DAMN HIM!) and she said there was nothing I could have done and apologized profusely.

He's about 14 now and I love telling him that story. He sweet enough to act interested.

Back to babies. Sort of.

I get coo-y, not physically possible biological clock-y over puppies and baby bunnies. Babies, no. They're cute to make faces at, make them laugh for a few minutes but I quickly grow bored.

I ain't wired right.

Edited Date: 2012-10-12 10:12 pm (UTC)

Re: Awwww.

Date: 2012-10-28 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunken-standard.livejournal.com
I love babies and children, but only when I can give them back after a few hours. (I was a nanny to 5 year old twins for a year, it was usually fun. We did science experiments and baked cookies together a lot, when I could peel them away from the TV.)

There are just certain people who shouldn't breed; I'm one of them. I asked about getting myself spayed years ago, but they wouldn't even give me an IUD, because obviously I'm a feeble-minded woman who needs a husband to make that kind of decision for me. "Oh, you might change your mind... " No, I really won't.

It's weird, though, since every time I log into Facebook, someone else from my graduating class is announcing they're preggers or have just given birth. Some of them I wouldn't trust with a houseplant, let alone a tiny human.

I've read conflicting things about the alcohol. Some still say no, others say safer than over-the-counter medicines (usually those are the die-hard natural-everything types). I have a few hippy friends.

I ain't wired right. Ha! Me either, though I'm not so much into cute animals. I always get bitten or peed on, so I avoid them. I also have a strange fear of accidentally hurting them or crushing them like Lenny with my man-hands.

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