I Just Read About That…

SOUNDTRACK: KLEZMATICS-Tiny Desk Concert #161 (September 28, 2011).  

I’ve liked the Klezamtics for a long time, although mostly I prefer their faster, more energetic pieces, to their more mellow songs.  The band plays three songs (with lengthy introductions).  I really liked “Gilad and Ziv’s Sirab” with wailing clarinet and saxophone.  I liked less the slower vocal piece “Holy Ground” (although I suppose of I was a more religious person I might appreciate it more).

But “Zol shoyn kumen di guele” combines the best of both–excited vocals and great rollicking klezmer.  The show is only 13 minutes–they certainly don’t overstay their welcome.  I might have liked one more rollicking jam.  You can watch it (and download it) here.

[READ: November 22, 2012] “All Mine”

This issue of the New Yorker came a week late.  That was due to Hurricane Sandy.  I assumed that it was late because Karen had already written about another story in the magazine and I hadn’t gotten my issue yet (although maybe she reads online, I never bothered to ask).  Anyhow, Sarah went to the post office to see if they had delivered all of our back mail (we got no mail on Mon-Wed) and the man there seemed almost offended that she asked.  Just as I was set to assume that I would have to read it online or at the library, lo, there it was in the mailbox.

None of that has anything to do with the Ian Frazier Shouts and Murmurs piece.  It’s a light-hearted one page trifle.  I’ve said before that I have enjoyed some of Frazier’s pieces in the past (although some of his stuff I think is just not funny).  But there was something especially strange about this one.

It begins as a diatribe from a rich person about the horrors of taxing the rich and how he is going to keep all his money.  And all of the historical problems that have happened when a tax-the-rich plan was invoked.  It starts out quite funny.

It soon transpires that he is apparently being held captive and is writing this letter (to whom?) on an old type writer.  The keys stop working and he has to manually flip the paper over the make the 4 look like an h.  The entire end of the story is a mess of incorrect characters serving as replacements for broken keys. As I say, it’s a strange conceit.

The replacement letters part was pretty funny, as was the image of him flipping the page over to write one letter, and the early section was pretty amusing too.  But the two sections never seemed to meld well.  They typewriter section seemed very removed from the tax the rich part of the story.   The typography was also a funny distraction made it hard to tell if the whole pieces made $ense 0r was even funny.

I wonder if this will ever get anthologized.