What? More Music?

Of course. (Well, it’s about music, even if it’s not really music itself. Mostly.) Why would we want it any different?

Let’s do something a little out of the ordinary (if you can figure out what “ordinary” is for us): We have a look at a version of Sergei Prokofiev’s perennial favorite, Peter and the Wolf by the Friday-Seezer Ensemble, with a booklet illustrated by none other than Bono, of U-2 fame. (Yep, you read that right.)

And now, for a slightly more modern classic, let’s see what our reviewer has to say about David Rees’ Minstrels in the Gallery: A History of Jethro Tull. Yes, it’s a biography of a band. (Not that we’ve never done anything like that here.)

From there to another biography of another icon, Jimi Hendrix: Musician by Keith Shadwick. Lots of picture in a very substantial book. And we have two biographies of Hendrix this time, the second being Sharon Lawrence’s Jimi Hendrix: The Man, the Magic, the Truth. It’s really much better than the title might suggest, according to our reviewer.

And to finish off for today, something completely different, found in our Archives: Anerca, by the Figures of Speech Theatre — a puppet show unlike any you’ve ever encountered — unless you’ve traveled in Asia. Sounds fascinating.

I see we’ve got more in the bin, so I’ll be back soon. See you then.

Roger Zelazny’s A Night in Lonesome October

Looking for an offbeat mystery to read complete with memorable characters and a truly gothic feel to it? So imagine a novel that spans the month leading up to All Hallows Eve when either an ancient tentecled horror will be loosed up reality or it will remain imprisoned for another year. Now further imagine that the tale is not told by the human (and not so human) players involved in this Great Game but rather is narrated entirely from the viewpoint of one of their familiars?

Intriguing? If so, welcome to Roger Zelazny’s A Night in Lonesome October which our reviewer says of ‘There’s just something downright -fun- about it. It’s a joyful, shameless look at all of the Gothic characters of the Victorian era and later, disguising them with a thin coat of paint that’ll fool nobody. It’s a romp through the classics, tying them all together with a fairly original plot, told from a singularly unique point of view.’ now you could read it a day at a time but honestly it can be read completely in but a few hours.

(Digression time. Gahan Wilson who is best known for his macabre Playboy cartoons illustrated this book and it is some of his best work!)

Even better that reading it is hearing Zelazny reading his story! Yes, there’s an easily available recording of him as the narrator which our reviewer says of that ‘Zelazny is a very good reader; he manages to shift inflection and tone to indicate different characters without going overboard, a neat trick in a book so heavy in dialogue and short on dialogue tags.’

Zelazny was one of our best storytellers ever and this work, though considered a minor work by most critics, is among his best as pure storytelling. No, it’s not the sprawling epic of his Amber Chronicles nor is it is mythopoeic as his Isle of Dead tale, but it’s pure, skald style storytelling at it’s very best. Turn down the lights, turn your iPod on, and settle back for many an hour of really great listening.

Infinite Jukebox

We’ve added a few MP3s to the Infinite Jukebox for your listening pleasure. As always I will note that these MP3s have been uploaded with the full and explicit permission of the copyright holders and are intended for for your personal use only, and are not to copied and used elsewhere on the net.

First up is two selection from the Flash Girls, the folk rock slash trad duo of Emma Bull and Lorraine Garland with “Postmortem On Our Love” being written by Neil Gaiman, and “Tea And Corpses”.

I see that we also have “The Sea Wolf” from the Folk Underground duo that featured Lorraine Garland from the Flash Girls on vocals. The “Norwegian Dance From Hungary” drew raves from our reviewer of Buried Things, the album it was on: ‘definitely a Norwegian dance from Hungary. A wonderful composition by Garland that truly speaks to both traditions and shows the connections between the two. Absolutely lovely. It’s also a nice spot for an instrumental piece and it shows off her compositional abilities.’

Out next selection, “For It All”, is by Cats Laughing, a group that had many vocalists including Bull and Garland. Cats Laughing is, for the most part, a folk rock group but this is really a great rock and roll song complete with guest instrumental by a motorcycle.

(Readers of Emma Bull’s War for The Oaks novel will recognize it as the lyrics appear in that wonderful urban fantasy.)

Now a bit of video for you to finish this post off. Did you know there was a trailer for Emma Bull and Will Shetterly’s War for The Oaks movie? Alas, the movie itself never got made but Emma made one amazing Faerie Queen in this trailer! And there’s a lot of music packed into this short film.

London Fog (A Culinary Tale)

I used to drink my Earl Grey tea with just a splash of cold whole milk in it but colder weather called for something warmer and perhaps a bit more hearty feeling. Asking about for ideas several years back from staff and visitors alike here at the Kinrowan Estate, Reynard not surprisingly had the suggestion I went with — London Fog.

London Fog (other names include Vanilla Tea Misto and Earl Grey Tea Latte) most likely originated in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, although the creator remains unknown and where it was created remain unknown despite several claims. One such claim is from the Island Coffeehouse in Langley, Washington,where it was originally made with Peppermint Tea in 2006. One shudders at the thought of drinking that nasty brew!

That claim is predated by that of a Starbucks in Calgary, Alberta, where customers have been asking for this drink since the winter of 2004. It is common in Washington and Oregon, as well as in BC’s lower mainland and throughout British Columbia and Alberta, so it’s sort of a regional drink for the Cascadia region.

I have trouble believing either claim is correct as they only date back a few years. It most likely arose in myriad coffeehouses, as the better ones have carried tea alongside coffee for close to twenty years and they would have the steamer needed to properly make this brew. Like other fairly simple culinary efforts, it’s likely we’ll never know who first served this brew.

The quick and dirty approach and ingredients are here:

16 oz of milk. (2% or whole)
1 shot of vanilla syrup per 16 oz of milk
1 bag of Earl Grey tea
1/2 cup boiling water

Brew a small amount of Earl Grey tea. Add about ½ cup of boiling water to a mug along with a bag of Earl Grey. The result is an Earl Grey tea concentrate. Let steep for 2-4 minutes to achieve optimum flavor.

Heat up milk. Access to a steamer is preferred.

Add the vanilla syrup. Adjust according to taste.

But that’s not the way we make here as we use loose leaf Earl Grey tea — no crappy bagged tea here! — steeped a full five minutes and then add it to whole milk after the milk has properly steamed. And I prefer it sans vanilla but if we use vanilla, as some folk here do like it, it’s in the form of Madagascar whole stick vanilla. (We do strawberries served with hand-cranked vanilla ice cream made with superb Madagascar vanilla during strawberry season Ymmmmm!)

Serve in a properly sized mug with a small opening to hold the heat and enjoy.

My Space (A Private Library Tale)

Welcome. Glad you could stop by for a few minutes. I gather the directions were adequate — this is not an easy room to find, which is perfectly OK. It’s nice to have a little hidey-hole where no one can find you if you don’t want to be found. Oh, no, not at all — the directions here only work once. If you want to visit again, I’ll have to give you a new set. Here, just make yourself comfortable over here by the fire. It’s still a little nippy out in the evening, and I like having a nice fire to warm my toes while I’m reading, since the cats would rather be warming themselves. Yes, somehow they always seem to be able to find my little refuge, but then, they’re cats. Would you like a cocktail? I’ve got some nice scotch here, or perhaps a good dark rum? The demeraras are wonderful on the rocks with just a squeeze of lime. No, just move a cat and have a seat. Oh, those are perfectly anonymous chrome chairs from the thirties that I found at a second-hand store and had fixed up. They’re really amazingly comfortable — good cushions — and the lines are superb. Excellent design. Sorry for the clutter — I’ve just gotten a raft of new books and CDs that I’m still sorting out. I hate trying to review things willy-nilly, so I like to put them in groups that make some sort of sense, and I haven’t quite gotten this batch figured out yet. There you are — ah, I thought you’d like that. It’s the lime that makes it work. Oh, the Bechstein? No, I don’t play — I figure there’s one area where I should just be free to enjoy without having any sort of investment. The Bechstein was a gift — supposedly belonged to Bartok and was smuggled out of Hungary before the War. I have no idea how one smuggles a grand piano.

I see you’ve noticed the photographs. Yes, I’ve always loved that Weston — it’s a study of his son Neil, and it has such a wonderful look, like a Roman sculpture. The cropping only reinforces that feeling — like an ancient marble torso dug out of the ruins somewhere. I suppose these days someone would call it child pornography and want it burned, but I don’t find it erotic at all, not like the Skrebneski over there. That’s always been one of my favorites of his. No, my own are in sleeves in my studio, where they belong — I don’t really want to be surrounded by my own work all the time. Well, except for this one, which is about my favorite piece of my own. That’s actually a digital print — no, really. It’s from a black-and-white negative and I photoshopped the hell out of it to put in the color. The flat file over there has most of the landscapes except for these Callahans — I love the way the grasses and reeds echo each other; they make such a great pair, light and dark like that. The Victorian pornography is with the art books, over here, next to the poetry. I picked them up at auction a few years ago. They’re really funny when one considers ‘dirty pictures’ these days, and I have to confess, I can’t let go of the idea that at least some of them are tongue-in-cheek — if you’ll pardon the expression. The science fiction and fantasy are over here, next to the folklore and mythology, and then there’s the anthropology, psychology, history and biography section next to the window seat. I love being able to sit there and look out into the garden from time to time while I’m reading. Then the classic and ‘mainstream’ literature and the oddball things that don’t quite fit any other category.

And of course, there’s the music wall. Ah, you noticed — yes, there are five walls. It seemed appropriate. Actually, there are more when I need them, but that won’t happen for a while yet. I think. Anyway, the LPs are in these cabinets along with the cylinders and rolls and a few other more arcane media — crystals and glass threads and the like. Those are all too fragile to play very often. I gave up trying to keep the music separated by type — it’s all just in there by artist or composer, because I’ve discovered so much cross-fertilization, especially in the more modern things, that trying to separate Western from Eastern and symphonies from new age or electropop just doesn’t work any more. Good sound system and a nice Eames chair, and I’m all set when I want to listen to something. Oh, that’s actually my writing table. I like to be able to look out the window while I’m writing, too, and sometimes my office is just too convenient for visitors, so I hide out here when I’ve got a looming deadline. There’s a laptop in the drawer.

What would you like to hear? There’s a new recording of piano solos by Keith Jarrett that I haven’t heard yet, or perhaps some early Scottish music? The new volumes of that wonderful survey of Javanese gamelan haven’t arrived, but I could pull out one of the earlier ones. There, isn’t that wonderful? Much less frenetic than Balinese. We can follow upwith this new CD of medieval Icelandic music, or perhaps some Samuel Barber — there’s a nice collection that just came in, including the Adagio It’s a very intelligent interpretation by Thomas Schippers that avoids all the syrup. Not quite as clean as Kronos Quartet’s version, but very good.

Well, here I’ve been running on like a lunatic. Let’s just get comfortable and have a nice chat. Perhaps even chat a bit about the music reviews coming up. . . .

Well, Let’s See. . . .

I go away for a week, and all sorts of stuff magically appears. (Didn’t know I was gone did you? The marvels of modern technology.)

Let’s start with a look at stories of the Viking Age, William R. Short’s Icelanders in the Viking Age: People of the Sagas. Our reviewer is at pains to point out that these are not the sagas, but a popular study of the people who lived them. That’s good enough for me.

The Norse myths themselves get a similar treatment from Heather O’Donoghue in From Asgard to Valhalla: The Remarkable History of the Norse Myths. Sounds good — can’t have too much readable scholarship, I always say.

And as long as we’re re-examining old stories, we found editor non-pareil Terri Windling’s anthology The Armless Maiden and Other Tales for Childhood’s Survivors, which sounds . . . well, it’s Terri Windling, so you know it’s going to be good.

There’s scholarship, after a fashion, in some early music, The Medieval Experience and the Venere Lute Quartet’s Sweet Division, which brings us a little forward in time to the Renaissance.

And for a complete change of scene, how about the story of a man in London who decided to buy a “fixer-upper” — just outside of Casablanca? That’s what we get in Tahir Shah’s The Caliph’s House, which sounds like a lot of fun.

And on that domestic note, I see the Archives need dusting again. But I’ll be back with more goodies.

Maurice Sendak has Passed On

Maurice Sendak, author of Where the Wild Things Are, the classic illustrated children’s work is dead at 83, the New York Times reports in a just released news update. Where the Wild Things Are would later be made into a full-length film.

From the Times’ obituary: Maurice Sendak, widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, who wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche, died on Tuesday in Danbury, Conn. He was 83 and lived in Ridgefield, Conn.

The cause was complications from a recent stroke, said Michael di Capua, his longtime editor. He lived with his partner, psychoanalyst Eugene Glynn, for fifty years before Dr. Glynn’s death in May 2007.

For more on Sendak, see our reviews of Making Mischief: a Maurice Sendak Appreciation and The Art of Maurice Sendak: 1980 to the Present.

Fine Fare at the Kinrowan Estate (A Culinary Tale)

We like eating well here, a condition made possible by the fact that we have our own extensive gardens raising most everything we need including potatoes and pumpkins under the care of our Head Gardener, Gus.

We make our own cheese including a very good Cheddar and several better than just good blue cheeses. The wheys left over from the cheddar making process end up in the poutine.

I see you were surprised to see bananas in the Kitchen. They’re actualy raised here in the Victorian era conservatory as some of the staff craves them even in deep winter; we also grow oranges here. Not many I admit as they’re more fussy than bananas when it comes to proper growing culture.

Indeed we even raise our own geese so the we can do a proper Christmas Goose with all the trimmings, and our geese are the Toulese breed that is favored by most cooks.

We were even fond of caviar on occasion such as when the Winter Court is being honored.

Not surprisingly, breakfast whatever time of a day it’s served is important, but equally important are those peculiar Englsh customs such as Elevenses and properly brewed tea pretty much all the time.

Oh there’s also many a coffee drinker here as well with many of them devoted to the Turksh coffee vendor resident in the main building. Of course there’s also the devotees of the Irish coffee I make on the night shift in the Pub. May I make you one?

Oh I should mention that you can get a full fry-up complete with a pint or two of Guinness here. It’s up to you and your GP if that’s a good idea for you!

Eventide meal can anything from simple to truly epic. Mrs. Ware even allows guests such as Elizabeth Bear to lend a hand in preparing this meal, and the Kitchen often favors simple meals that can feed a lot of hungry souls such as the Germanic meal of apple tarts, sausages, and warm sauerkraut, or the even more hearty choucroute garnie.

My favorite meal prepared here is mulligatawny soup, particularly in the the deep winter when a warm, spicy soup is the perfect meal.

Sweets are also in favour here, with anything made of High Summer strawberries being eagerly consumed, particularly in the form of waffles and pancakes. They even form part of the traditional breakfast we serve the Neverending Session the morning after the overnight players wrap up.

It’s worth noting Toll House cookies, though an American invention, are a popular treat here among the staff and visitors here.

The Avengers

They’re here, finally (after all the “prequels”). Our reviewer thinks it’s a winner. It’s just opened, so you have plenty of time to check it out, but just to whet your appetite, here’s a trailer:

You can see our full reaction here.

Update: We’ve just gotten word that the film grossed $200.3 million domestically since its release Friday. We seem to have a real blockbuster here — that far surpasses the previous record.

I’m going to tease you just a bit

…with a book recommendation I’m going to make as the novel I’ll be talking about won’t be out ’til after the turn of the year.

The Cats of Tanglewood Forest is based on a fairly short tale written by Charles de Lint and illustrated by Charles Vess called A Circle of Cats. This work was, as our reiewer notes, ‘intended to be the prequel to the de Lint/Vess collaboration Seven Wild Sisters. Since I’ve been thwarted in every attempt to procure a copy of Sisters, and haven’t had a chance to read the story sans Vess’ artwork in Tapping the Dream Tree collection, I have no idea how A Circle of Cats stands in relation to that rare release. In relation to de Lint’s body of work as a whole, and indeed to the field of modern fantasy and fairy tale overall, this piece is simply outstanding.’

Ok, so how did the expansion of a charming illustrated tale that could be read in not a very long sit down work as an actual novel that will be an evening long reading? Quite remarkably well, particularly if you like his take on Appalachian folk stories as I do, as both Lillan and the various cat characters are both charming and believable. And it’s certainly one of his best stories that I’ve read and one that will linger with you for a while after reading it.

Now this is not a review as I promised the publicist that I wouldn’t review The Cats of Tnglewood Forest ’til it was close to being published so come back in December of this year and you can read my review then.

The illustration is from A Circle of Cats.