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"There was a star riding through clouds one night - & I said to the star 'Consume me'.” ― Virginia Woolf -The Waves, “Clouds come floating into my life- no longer to carry rain or usher storm- but to add color to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore, Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass, I'm Cloudy fly me
A gentle song blows softly through the acroamatic clouds, across the troposphere, and winds its way down the slip-stream to you…
Cloudy, the sky is gray and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on me
And it’s a hitchhike a hundred miles
I’m a rag a muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while
Cloudy, my thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy
They have no borders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill
Hey sunshine, I haven’t seen you in a long time
Why don’t you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die
They don’t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I
Cloudy, cloudy
Cloudy, cloudy
Cloudy, cloudy
Esme's Cloud 
This whole scenario sort of implies you have exclusive ownership of a (perhaps more than one) cloud. I’d like to see the paperwork that supports this claim 😛
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esme darts off into the Cloud’s vaults and spends some time throwing old boots, rotting velvet curtains, a punctured inner tube, and several other useless (at present) objects out of a wooden trunk so large she has to clamber up a rope ladder to open the lid, (esme is infinitely strong); she returns to Mr Pink with a tatty folder stuffed to the seams with official papers, and badges, and several gold medals for Budgie Jumping at the Cloud Olympics, and puts them down next him; he is perched upon the Cloud sipping a cup of Earl Grey tea (that has more gin than tea in it I can tell you), and leaves him to peruse at his leisure all the proof in the universe of a great deal of stuff and things she has a hand and toe in, including the running of all the Clouds…ever
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I LOVE it! But having hosted a 2 year old for a year in my house I learnt a very interesting trick. She use to say to me: “this is my chair, my sofa, my house”- and it drove me wild.
So in that spirit, I’m pretty sure clouds, all clouds, are actually mine 😛
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Hahahaha. Yes. That’s definitely the best way to think. It really is. (its the tea talking folks, he’s singing a Shirley Bassey number right now and has a rose in his teeth, (not an easy feat, so well done that man), obviously all the Clouds are esme’s!).
– esme falling about upon her Cloud
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And yet they’re my clouds 😀 All mine.
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I think you forgot your – ‘BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!’ sir!
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Enchanting just like you beautiful Esme … Hugging the mysterious cloud you are upon with love … megxxx
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Thank you dear meg, the Clouds and esme hug you back and are happy to have you here singing along. ❤
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Damned if I know where I’m going either, Esme. I don’t make of it a question though – que sera, sera.
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Peter introduced me to Pink Martini. – nods
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That’s a bloody brilliant arrangement. I love the suggestion of dissonance in there, which adds to the sense of uncertainty, that being the only thing one knows about the future – cloudy, cloudy, cloudy.
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Oooh I’m glad you liked it Hariod! I wasn’t sure twud be your bag to be honest, so that’s a good result – nods pleased It swings like a fairground ride in the backwaters of ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ (Ray Bradbury – great book), all disturbed and oddly strung. A bit like esme. – laughs
The future is just a pause away; turn right at the semi-colon and head up over that there comma, then follow the ellipses to who knows where. . .
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Esme, that second paragraph of yours is verging on being a catapostrophe! No, I like a bit of weirdness in my music and films, so we’re in tune there – along with a whole bunch of flattened fifths, the so-called ‘devil’s interval’!
“Dissonance is something that yearns to be resolved. A very good example would be the opening of West Side Story, Maria. It wants to resolve into the next note. It is a special kind of tension. It gives that angular, edgy, spooky feel. Film music is often extremely sophisticated at signalling to a listener here is a particular kind of character. It is a leitmotif, first used by Wagner.”
P.S. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/4952646.stm
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That link! Ha! It really is the devil’s music then…’flattened fifths’. I like them a lot, it’s all part of the ‘off kilter’ way of experiencing life methinks. And the Simpsons theme too?!. – laughs loudly
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Yes – The Simpsons! Here’s a Wagnerian Fm7b5 especially for you, dear Esme, and in gratitude for the little square bullet you just granted me:
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You noticed. Ha! Well yes, and I should really grant them regularly but few sign off as I do, though having my head in the Clouds means I miss even the glaringly obvious at times.
The link, yes, that’s it. The comments underneath kill me. There are ones such as this –
Abdülhak Haklıkabak – The closest way to think of this chord is as a French +6 with a long non-chord tone on top. This time, however, the +6 interval doesn’t resolve in contrary motion to an octave, f-d# to e-e, which is the standard practice, but it moves down in parallel motion, f d# to e d, the interval +6 becomes the interval minor 7. This voice leading makes this chord absolutely unique, contrary to what others say. Even if composers before have used this exact same chord, they probably haven’t used it with the same voice-leading. It is a unique chord.
This chord is also enharmonic with a half-diminished seventh. It sounds like a half-diminished seventh, but it is not used as a half-diminished seventh, which makes it sound so special.
However you choose to describe this chord according to your education/training, the important thing is that when you play it and hear it, it works. That’s what matters at the end of the day. The ear is the ultimate judge.
However the following describes it perfectly to my mind, succinctly too –
yashamaruism – oh baby
Hahahahahaha.
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Love it! dancing
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Good! – joins in
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WooHoo! Boogywoogytastic is now my words of the week.
boogies indefinitely with Esme
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Mmmmmm… my FAVORITE type of existence! Lounging, pondering, ever expectant of a delightful (esme has edited this word out hahahaha) cloud floating my way! (winks in her general direction…cuz I’m never sure how she approaches! HAH!)
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You do well to keep an eye out (dare she say), professor, for esme is all over the show, and there’s no saying how she’s likely to approach you, be it from stage left, right, the rafters or a crafty trap-door (already regretting most of this). Keep your wits about you sir! – laughs
There’s a great deal to be said for pondering, floating, and generally being Cloud-like. It’s worth it despite the damp bum.- stares ruefully at the last sentence. It’s good to see you Prof, I thought you’d popped off for a bit, but may well have imagined the whole thing. nods
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Recently I spent a pleasant evening in Watsonville, which is about halfway between Berkeley and Carmel with lodgings at a fair price (as well as a lovely sushi restaurant with waitresses who you can’t help but think are interested) and no one asking questions about the armful of long rifles you’re moving from the trunk of your car into a hotel room.
It’s currently 57 degrees (Fahrenheit) and sunny-
The President and Founder
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Interested eh? How could they not be?!! What with the box tied with string sat nonchalantly beside you, the ladder in your pocket, (unless you were actually just very pleased to see her), and the Varmit Trap wedged behind the catsupping business on the table in front of you I mean. Of course. If only you’d shown her the dancing with a broom business, she’d have been all over you like a rash for sure, (not poison ivy, good grief, more like chicken pox, but with fewer giant angry spots and more spider veins and stuff).
Goes without saying.
Nice guns mister.
It is 64 degrees (Fahrenheit) with a humidity of 85% and a wind force of 6 miles per hour upon the Cloud right here, right now. – nods
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100 miles (hitchhiked or not) wouldn’t be enough to escape
The words “ragamuffin child”, whether it be a description of an actual young person (“poorly clothed and often dirty” as ‘ragamuffin’ suggests), or, perhaps, more horribly, an idealized form, birthed in the diseased mind of a debauched denizen of tin pan alley, and, imagined (‘gleefully’ in that same diseased mind) to one day (most likely through the intervention of The State) be the norm amongst the offspring of this and other nations, frightens me to my very core. Haunts me. Torments me. I don’t think it would be an exaggeration to say it even ‘abuses’ me, quite roughly, in fact. However, regardless of the exact punishments I endure, the words “ragamuffin child” do emerge from (frighteningly) somewhere inside me at various times (inopportune moments, to say the least) of the day. Leaping (“grossly”) from thought to sound instantaneously always accompanied by an involuntary dancing (best described as ‘bizarre’) which, if it (and thankfully it has not yet) were to be witnessed by others, could very well indicate some mental illness which society (ignorant as it can be) is not yet prepared to endorse.
The President and Founder
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“THE COCK once said to the hen, “It is now the time when the nuts are ripe, so let us go to the hill together and for once eat our fill before the squirrel takes them all away.” “Yes,” replied the hen, “come, we will have some pleasure together.” – Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. (Household Tales. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.) I think everyone would be moved upon hearing such words, let alone (let alone!) reading them upon an illuminated screen. nods sagely and parsley-like
“always accompanied by an involuntary dancing” – This is you isn’t it?
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That is not only “ME” it is the very idea of “ME”.
The Prezzie
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I KNEW IT!
Which is why I said it. nods knowingly and gives The Prezzie a pressie that contains something really, really good
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