There's no place for a parade in Austin on this day. No! the streets must be closed instead for a triathlon. So we listened to several hours of the complete Sousa marches, now out on five CDs for over seventy bucks--we listened to our old vinyl. K made his first potato salad and tired of Sousa before I did. Every radio station was playing crap. Earlier there'd been a Mozart requiem on KMFA, but they'd turned to flupes and clarineps, so we turned to old-school hiphop on KAZI. Until yesterday, this past week or so has been very good for broadcast music. We heard Regine Crespin sing Debussy and Ravel art songs; we heard all of Bellini's I Capuleti e i Montecchi for the first time and loved it, and Paul Ray devoted a lot of time to Sun Ra. For some reason, he and the Solar Arkestra used to be on TV live a lot of the time somewhere we lived.
Rantor, founding member of the International League of Luddites, headquartered in South Austin, Texas 78704, celebrates National Indignation Week every day of the year.