There may be circumstances in which you wish to ascertain whether your dog is barking up the wrong tree. I wouldn’t know; I don’t keep a dog myself. But I can imagine a situation where such knowledge could prove critical. If I speak of the matter in the abstract, that is because of a total lack of hands-on dog-based experience on my part. Some might argue I am precluded from pronouncements about the issue – if we can call it an issue – by dint of this lack, but I beg to differ, much as a dog might beg for a bone from his master’s table. Note that in spite of a deep ignorance of dogs and their ways I am yet able to pluck from the storehouse a vivid illustrative example of common dog (or doglike) behaviour to get my point across. Let those who scoff be hushed, so we can get on with it.
This episode was recorded on the 12th February 2012. A complete transcript of this episode can be found on Frank Key’s Hooting Yard website. Frank’s new eBook By Aerostat to Hooting Yard is now available for purchase.
‘The Philosophy of Mediadropping’ is a relentless musing on the practice of mediadropping – the dropping of home-made CDs, DVDs, tapes, books, manuscripts, etc. in public places for random people to find.
Mediadropping is a pathological habit of mine. My old Resonance show, ‘The Exciting Hellebore Shew’, documented many mediadroppings in detail (or tapedroppings as I referred to them back then, as cassette was the weapon of choice). Special ‘music’ was consigned to cassette or CD-R and scattered hither and thither. Over time, an instrumentarium was built up specifically geared toward sonically shocking unsuspecting mediadropping recipients.
Mediadropping may be seen as a physical analogue of the ‘crapflooding’ and ‘trolling’ phenomena of the internet age, but this is a debatable comparison to be treated in a later posting here. In the meantime, tune in to catch ‘The Philosophy of Mediadropping’ and hear Luscombe’s voice fed through a sawn-off trolley and a garage door. Feel the cassette-grot erode your tolerance threshold.
Now, imagine the scene. It was shortly after breakfast time on a cold and storm-tossed morning in the 1950s at the home of the twentieth century’s most magnificent pamphleteer. Dobson had eaten his bloaters. Marigold Chew had something eggy. They were still sitting at their breakfast table. Outside, hailstones were pinging.
“Marigold, o my darling dear,” boomed Dobson, “I have devised a marvellous plan! Listen carefully. You often comment upon what you consider to be my breathtaking ignorance of the natural world. And though I usually swat away your charges, as a giant may swat away a dwarf, I have, this day, found within myself a reservoir of humility, and I must admit there is a certain truth in what you say.”
NON TI SCORDAR TI ME – BENIAMINO GIGLI
LP: I Pagliacci (Seraphim IB 6009)
TORNA! – GILDA MIGNONETTE
CD: Antiche Voci Napolitana Vol 3 (EMI 7243 5 243692 7)
O SOLE MIO – ROBERTO MUROLO
CD: Roberto Murolo (BMG ATBCD 30212)
“BLIND WILLIES IN ATLANTA”
YOU’RE GOING TO NEED SOMEBODY WHEN YOU DIE – CHARLIE PATTON
CD: Definitive Charlie Patton (Catfish KATCD 180)
LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE ON ME – BLIND WILLIE JOHNSON
CD: Sweeter As the Years Go By (Yazoo 1078)
MOTHERLESS CHILDREN – BLIND WILLIE MCTELL
CD: Atlanta 12-string (Atlantic 82366-2)
“IDA Y VUELTA”
DESPIERTA DIVINA FLOR – PEPE DE LA MATRONA
LP: Magna Antologia del Flamenco (Hispavox S/C 66.201)
ME GUSTA ESTAR EN LA SIERRA – EL NINO DE MARCHENA
LP: Asi Cantaba El Nino de Marchena (Regal C 038-20018)
MI PRIMA JUANA – PERICON DE CADIZ
LP: Cantaores Famosos Vol 3 (Odeon LALP 324)
“ONE HIT WONDERS”
N’SEL FIK – CHABA FADELA & CHEB SAHRAOUI
CD: Rai Rebels (Earthworks CDEWV 7)
MMALO WE – BAYETE
CD: Best of South African Music (Gallo Sampler 1994)
BACK IN THE USSR – BABA YAGA
K7: Baba Yaga (Deutsche Schallplatten 3056-4)
Hunting animals is the sport of fools. Nearly all animals run away when pursued. Ferns, on the other hand, stay right where they are, so you can go crashing through thickets with much gusto, a determined jut to the jaw, every so often emitting cries of panic or revelation, or both, all the while safe in the knowledge that your quarry is not dashing away over the fields, vanishing over the horizon, leaving you and your band of fellow adventurers exhausted and stupid and empty-handed.
This episode was recorded on the 10th June 2010. A complete transcript of this episode can be found on Frank Key’s Hooting Yard website. Accompanying Hooting Yard On The Air, the five publications We Were Puny, They Were Vapid, Gravitas, Punctilio, Rectitude & Pippy Bags, Unspeakable Desolation Pouring Down From The Stars, Befuddled By Cormorants and Inpugned By A Peasant And Other Stories are available for purchase
At the age of 19, Joseph’s mother was tragically killed in a motor vehicle accident. 20 years on, Prisms shows 3 ways his life could have gone depending on how he handled his grief – in a world of acceptance, anger or ultimate denial.
Please send any comments about Prisms to firstname.lastname@example.org
Prisms was the Resonance FM Sunday Play on 4th February 2007.
Written by Heather Taylor
Directed by Ottillie Parfitt
Samuel Collings – Joseph
Heather Taylor – Mary
Kevin Eldon is one of the UK’ss finest comedy actors. For this exclusive series Kevin has written a series of monologues, lectures, soliloquys. All of which, no doubt, squat toad-like upon the cusp of delerium.