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It's Fugue'in September!

Novelty Fugues are a genre that is somewhat limited in repertoire; but I have three of them on my new album.  And since it's the season for such things, here's one now, the first of the September Fugues--click on the link, then the "Play" arrow, to have a listen:

September Fugues:  On the Theme of Forms

Happy September!

To knit, or knot?

I am not very good at sitting around and doing nothing. 

And yet that was the top priority for a big chunk of the vacation I just took with my husband.   We rented a lovely cabin on a beautiful lake on Vancouver Island for four days, totally off the grid--no Internet, no cellphone reception, no civilization within easy reach.   "We will just sit and be and do nothing at all," my husband enthused as he finalized the arrangements on Air B&B.

Yes.  That is all very nice.   But if I'm doing to sit around and do nothing, I need something to do.  So in preparation for this trip, I went out and bought materials for a knitting project.    

This is what my sweater will look like when it is done:

 

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

No, it won't look anything like that.   My sweaters always come out somewhat mis-shapen; they have that unmistakable look that my friend Jennifer describes as "made at home with loving hands."  Here's one:

What I'm Not Doing at the AIrport

I'm at the airport, ready for my flight home.  And I am surprised to see that at least so far, it is on time.

I've had a lot of business travel lately; this is my eighth flight in the past eight weeks.   If this one leaves on schedule, it will be only the second of those eight flights to do so. 

But think of all the quality airport time I'll be missing!   I won't be doing any impulse shopping at the BestBuy kiosk:

 

I won't have time to upgrade my headphones--and I know these are WAY better than mine:

Nor to buy one of these things for the sole purpose of figuring out what the hell it does:

No time to slam back a few burgers here!

Nor beers, here:

If I were to spend a few hours at the Columbus International Airport, I would surely emerge on a very different spiritual plane:

Let me make it very clear to the good proprietors of the Terminal C newsstand that I am deeply grateful for your concern for my immortal soul.  Thanks, guys!  But I have no time for salvation today:  I'm going HOME, and on time!

In the Newark airport one evening last month, I had extensive leisure to contemplate a different kind of book cover:

This tomb was being devoured quite voraciously by the woman sitting opposite me, waiting for the same Boston-bound flight, delayed more than three hours (United; mechanical difficulty).   Contemplating this title naturally raised a number of questions, principal among them:

  • Are we talking really new?  Or just new-to-me (i.e., used)?
  • What would I do with the old husband?
  • Which Friday?

Tonight, alas, there will be no time to contemplate such matters.

I will not, alas, be buying one of these:

Nor one of these:

Although you have to admit that $8.88 is a damn good deal.

I will not have time to wonder what in God's name has happened to the eyes of Beanie Babies:

The Beanie Babies of my younger days had beady little eyes, as befits a stuffed animal.  These things look like they're possessed.   If I had one in my room when the lights went out I would need to stuff it in a drawer.

But no worries about creepy Beanie Babies disturbing my slumber!   I have no time to purchase such things today.   My flight is on time, at least for now, and I am heading home.  Where I will have a joyful reunion with my Old Husband. 

Unless, of course, it's Friday.....

 

 

Wrong number; not sorry at all

It is a normal weekday afternoon, and I am working away at whatever it is I do during the working day, when the phone rings and I answer.

 

"This is Sylvia," the caller announces.  "And I am coming to the party."

To market, to market....

My new album, "Don't Check the Box!," has been out on the streets for about a week, and so far it has been getting a great deal of attention.

Most of the attention has been from my husband, who kept tripping over the boxes of CDs when they were in our front hall.  Now that he has carried them up to my third-floor office, most of the attention has been coming from me (as I try not to trip), although I haven't paid enough attention to actually figure out where I might put the damn boxes away.

 

The Missing Instructions

When I first had children I read lots of parenting books:  books about child development, books about child health, books about how to get your child to sleep through the night, books about why you shouldn't even try to get your child to sleep through the night.  Eventually I stopped reading parenting books, first, because I realized that they were just making me anxious and second, because there are way more interesting things to read.

But ignoring the instruction manual has its cost.   Sometimes it seems that every single mom but me knows exactly what she's supposed to do.   It would have helped twenty years ago, for example, had I read the chapter stating that children are required to bring valentines to preschool for the other (resolutely pre-literate) 2-year-olds.   Flubbed that one.   I also failed to take the mandatory series of first-day-of-school pictures, wherein your child, proving herself to be taller than she'd been the previous year, stands grinning on the front porch, proudly modeling her new backpack.  Oops.

22.5 years later, I am still screwing up the details.  The latest chapter of my parental incompetence involves my life as the parent of a teenage musician. 

Ms. Know-it-all

I am in the garden center, trying not to be an asshole.

The College Tour

Good afternoon, and welcome to the U of X!   We are so thrilled that each and every one of you is here visiting us today.   I myself am a U of X alumnus, and I can tell you that this is the MOST AMAZING place to go to college in the country.  

 Do you know about all of our Really Famous and Accomplished Alumni?    Three US presidents went here!  

Don't Check the Box!

Here it is, folks -- the title track from my second album!   Cop a listen.   The whole kit & kaboodle will be available soon -- and you'll hear it here first!

http://gouldtunes.com/dont_check_the_box1

 

Announcing my upcoming concert tour!

CDBaby, the website on which I sell my music, is constantly telling me that I should use my blog to announce my upcoming concert schedule.   I have failed to heed this sound advice for many reasons, the biggest being that I have not had any concerts to announce.   Now, however, I am finally ready to make appropriate use of the blog to announce my grand tour.  So here it is:

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