The 6th and final installment of the narrative radio drama. This time featuring Jim Owens ("Victor") and Claire Naber Matalqa ("Tina"). One last, well-deserved thanks and praise to Michael Gunn for fashioning these scripts.
Gentle waves of ideas, passing over one another. Focus drifts from one to the next. Music is the one art which is completely dependent on the passage of time. I can never decide if this is a hindrance or the key to its potency ...
Part 5 brings us Rick Gomez and Amanda Detmer playing "Harry" and "Moana," respectively. Thanks again to Michael Gunn, particularly in this case where we went, giggling, slightly off-script.
King Henry VIII was the consummate Renaissance man. He was well-versed in mathematics, science, politics (certainly!), religious philosophy (doubly certainly!), and surprisingly a quite talented musician. In addition to regularly performing, he was a decent composer and today we remember him, almost 500 years later, for his glorious drinking song "Pastyme with Good Company."
Continuing the cross-pollination of eras, today we hear one of Bach's children performing at a restaurant in San Diego ...
Andy
The Metropolitan. A car I knew nothing about prior to seeing four together. Manufactured in the late 50s it carried that atomic age charm in a significantly smaller body than its American cousins.
Andy At 8:32 PM I was taking a photo of myself taking a photo of myself. The evening is by far my least structured time of day. I'm not tied down at work and I'm not too tired to think clearly. The possibilities seem almost limitless. At 8:32 on any given night there is finally freedom to decide what I will be doing.
Austin
8:32 PM. The day is winding down to the beautiful simplicity of night. Calm, like the morning on its way. Beneath the surface dwells the residual of the day's many tensions and anxieties, though softening and gradually loosening their hold.
Andy 7:04 AM. It is a struggle for me to wake up this early. I have a habit of checking the weather in the morning, even at this time of the year when it's almost guaranteed to just be hot. Now and for the next hour or so I am in a state of groggy introversion. Words don't typically escape my mouth until I arrive at work or wherever I'm going. It is during this time that I realize who I am going to be today, what mood I start in, how alert I am, and what daily goals I want to set.
Austin
7:04 AM. A calm exterior, and the serenity of morning harshly interrupted by the most loathsome of all sounds. Nonetheless, the scene is beautiful, but within lies a blend of apprehension for the day ahead, and numbed calm.