October 25, 2006
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Happy Hump Day!VIENNA – A Viennese man cut off
his ring finger and presented the digit, still holding his wedding band, to his
ex-wife after an acrimonious divorce, Austrian news agency APA reported
Tuesday.Charged with dangerous harassment
and assault for the act, he told a preliminary hearing he did not regret having
cut off the finger and had chosen deliberately not to reattach it.“It was an act of breaking free,”
the man was quoted as saying. He did not miss his finger, could work well
without it and did not plan on getting married again anyway, he said.
Holiest of hopes
praying ardently
with no pauseThey go unanswered
as nobody
stopped to listen.© 2006 Laurie B
Os Mutantes
Os Mutantes
1968
The Brazilian psychedelic-pop trio Os Mutantes was one of the
cornerstone groups of the Tropicalia movement, which countered the repressive
politics and complacent cultural norms of late ’60s Brazil with brazenly
original, socially aware music. Even more than fellow Tropicalistas Gilberto Gil
and Caetano Veloso (both of whom collaborated with Os Mutantes), the brothers
Arnaldo Baptista and Sergo Dias, along with singer Rita Lee, were true musical
radicals. Week after week, the group brought its Dadaist mix of garage rock,
doo-wop, lounge music, soul, found-sound snippets, and bizarre production
touches to television as the house band on the popular show O Pequeno Mundo
de Ronnie Von; their later multimedia experiments were even more surreal,
incorporating actors, dancers, film, and crowd participation. As difficult as it
is to imagine capturing such a psychedelic experience on tape, Os Mutantes’
self-titled debut does just that. It’s one of the weirdest, goofiest alb! ums
ever recorded in Portuguese (or any language), a musical fun-house mirror that
distorts pop into all kinds of strange shapes, letting us laugh even as we
marvel at the oddness of it all.Somebody definitely spiked the punch at
the house party where Os Mutantes recorded Jorge Ben’s “A Minha Menina.” As a
random guest grunts and hoots in the background, rock and samba rhythms fight
for dominance, doo-wop singers interject “boppa-chew-a” in falsetto between
verses, and hand-clapped rhythms get sloppier as the song goes on. A fuzzy
guitar-hook sounds as if it has consumed something it shouldn’t have. Gil and
Veloso’s “Bat Macumba” moves the party to the jungle, its funky bass line
arising out of a chorus of indigenous chanting and African percussion. Distorted
guitar noodling erodes the insistent chorus of “Bat macumba hey hey!” one
syllable at a time, ultimately overtaking the song amidst a flurry of random
vocal outbursts.“O Relgio” trips from one idea to the next with the
nonsensical flow of a strange dream. Rita Lee sits in her boudoir, singing a
pastoral melody as a guitar brushes her hair with a delicately plucked arpeggio.
She must get tired of the bicycle bell that keeps interrupting her reverie,
because the song unexpectedly explodes into a drugged-out horn and guitar jam
that swoops in and out of focus, eventually floating back into Lee’s bedroom.
Even weirder is “Trem Fantasma,” which drags the same circular vocal melody
through New Orleans jazz, samba, heavy soul rock, dissonant horn counterpoint,
and even some barbershop before chugging away like the ghost train referred to
in the song’s title. And thanks to the support of high-profile Tropicalia
devotees like David Byrne and Beck, Os Mutantes became more popular than ever
nearly four decades later. Nobody could have predicted that the band would
return to the stage after breaking up in the mid-’70s. This unexpectedness is
just pa! rt of their charm. At Os Mutantes’ trippy Carnivale, one minute we’re
dancing, the next we’re scratching our heads in wonder.

Listen to all
sound clips from this CD- “Panis et circenses”
- “A minha menina”
- “Bat macumba”

Buy this
CDThat’s it for now–have a great day!
I love you



Comments (31)
I really appreciate the I love you at the end of each of your posts. Very nice.
Cut off his ring finger??
*tsk tsk*
Men should be made to wear their wedding rings on some other body part they value more.
:wha:
hey laurie. it’s a gray day here this morning. raining. but i’m going to make the most of it. thank you for being here. love you lots. ~ lea
Have a loverly Wednesday!! HUMP HUMP HUMP!
That must have been some divorce… unfortunately for every woman that gets raked over the coals, somewhere else is a man who gets shafted too, when it comes to divorce… and from what I have witnessed with my own eyes, when a woman is the winner it can be very viscious…. but ugh, at any rate… to my mind it just makes her win more….
RYC—Brian Jones always struck me as being ‘empty-eyed’, know what I mean?—Do you mean he was STONED all the time:fun:
RE: Jew Girl—i sincerely hope you bought it here:sunny: WHEN you get it, you’ll SEE why that’s so hilarious:wink: MY next project will be free, though not nearly as good…and i guess you already KNOW that it’s gonna be a difficult read
…but WELL worth it:shysmile:
Good idea. I didn’t think of that.
Cut off his finger? What a fool, he was free at last and then injured himself. Well, he was an Austrian, that may help to understand him.
That is one messy divorce! How insane is that?!
Hope you get better soon!!!
agreed
You know, whenever I see other species gettin funky I’m left with a feeling of envy. They always look so free. I just read an article in Smithsonian magazine about the Bonobo chimps and it said they have casual sex 2 and 3 times a day. I don’t think we evolved as much as we would like to think darling.
I am hooked on Ghirardelli Dark Espresso chocolate.
ohboy! go for a “ride?” sounds like fun.
i too am totally into the ghirardelli…60%, baby. i’ve pretty much given up on anything else. the good chocolate satisfies with less…antioxidants and fiber too!
I had to remake my cake for Donk into CHOCOLATE!!!!
that’s some divorce
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Sorry…I took the rest of the day off of work and I’m bored, can ya tell? But ya know? If you say HUMP enough times, it begins to not sound like a word….
I love those lady bugs
I just think I would hang that finger and ring with the open side down and give everyone the finger who asked. Have a good evening
jeeze really not even in an alone monment??? HAPPY HUMPING!!!!
or if its trash day….HAPPY DUMPING!
Dropping by…have a great evening!!!
Yikes on the first story!
he he he she should have kept it like a trphy to warn off anyone else who thought they were interested. *giggles*
:heartbeat: ladybug luv
too cute
Oh! Yum! Thanks for the choclate and the link!
I hope you had a great hump day!
Mine was long!
Night!
that’s one way to give someone the finger
thanks for you comment. i’m okay, really. just a lot of things have got me down, and i take them too seriously sometimes. it’s mostly about other people’s problems. i got all caught up in them. i might message you tomorrow and we can talk. hope you’ve enjoyed your day. love you.
Guess I will have to take some more pictures of my house. I took a lot when I had it painted it is lavendar and purple trim. Several people have commented on it. Love you, Judi
Holiest of hopes
praying ardently
with no pause
They go unanswered
as nobody
stopped to listen.
© 2006 Laurie B
This has so much truth. In fact, when one stops to listen, they will be amazed.
To my favorite chocoholic. Thanks for the post. I love the quote by Jung: “The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.” To me, one doesn’t love languages unless one plays with it. One doesn’t love music, unless one plays with it. One doesn’t love physics unless one plays with it. It doesn’t have to be playing at a performance level. One doesn’t play for the accolade of others, but for the personal joy that the playing gives.
Sad story of how a once “in love” relationship was severed in such a harsh way. What has our society come to. I heard the other day that for the first time in recordable history less than 50% of americans are married. Hmmmm, don’t know what to think of that.
Your poem leaves me thinking…how many prayers in life have not been answered.
Talk about going to extremes! Love the ladybug picture. Ladybugs are cool.
:wave: Hello, my Xanga friend…..I am back in the loop of writing in circles, as usual. Have pushed through the “legal separation” veil, tear subsiding, and deep breaths are taken. Each day is now “hump” day as a new day awaits tomorrow, to which I look forward to with a smile deep within. I am happy you are still here and sharing such a great site. Glad to be back. Hugs, Lisa. Missed you all.
What a nut. I didn’t miss my ring, either, but I certainly wouldn’t maim myself to prove the point.