From: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org (good-noise-digest) To: good-noise-digest@smoe.org Subject: good-noise-digest V3 #109 Reply-To: good-noise@smoe.org Sender: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk good-noise-digest Thursday, November 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 109 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Trying this thread again [ThePsyche@aol.com] Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road? [Smithfinn@aol.com] Re: Cheap Analysis [Wayne Renardson ] Re: Trying this thread again [Davidfta@aol.com] Re: Cheap Analysis ["Steve McGraw" ] Re: Trying this thread again ["Steve McGraw" ] Re: Cheap Analysis and snow [Smithfinn@aol.com] promnight in pigtown [ThePsyche@aol.com] Re: Cheap Analysis and snow [Wayne Renardson Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis More ramblings and cheap analysis: Do you suppose Gorka had a great time in high school? That he was the sorta person who had a bunch of dates lined up for that all important event--the PROM? Or do you suppose the opposite may have been true? That he was not Mister BMOC, not part of the clique? Maybe he had no date at all, and little hope of getting one. A bit too geeky to be seen with.... Promnight in Pigtown is told in third person. Gorka is an observer rather than a participant of the big night. And what does he see? The males: They are using alcohol, always a joyous event. Don't you just love a drunken date? And does anyone find those 'powder blue' tux dealies attractive? If you do, please point your noggin' toward Nashville. And those ruffled shits...so comfortable. But that is not Gorka's point. You see, he observes the shirts were ALL ordered from a mail catalogue...they were all the same. No attitude here. All cut from the same bolt of cloth. A desire to be just like the others...to fit in. The females: If I ever heard a fine line it is: There was hambones in long gowns So svelte....so fine. But still, the swine analogy remains constant. Which he continues and expands upon: With painted, cloven hooves There was no need for shoes Or the curlers in their tails The cloven hooves of the satyr? Goats also have cloven hooves.... A wee aside: I have not a clue, never having met Gorka, but I will wager he reads, maybe widely and deeply, and that he used cloven hooves for a reason. The satyr is most often associated with the Greek spirits of the woods and mountains who derived from the Roman god Faunus their goat- like features: hairy legs and hooves, tails, bearded faces, and horns. The beasts are considered lazy and lecherous, spending their free time drinking and chasing Nymphs. Sounds more like some males I know :) And so the prom continues....the pictures, the noisy eating of 'platesful' of food (as if anyone would make a pig of themselves), sweating like pigs beneath their hot clothing, tucking their snouts "in the air." Moving to the bridge, Gorka concludes after a few games, apple bobbing, it will all turn to scrapple, which is a mixture of ground pork and cornmeal set in a mold and usually fried. Just 'another packaged, processed food' with nothing to distinguish it from, well, scrapple. I think he nails it when he observes the prom participants had "no attitude, or grudge against the world" since in this idyllic paradise, all is well. It's promnight in pigtown. Nothing to get pissed off about. No outrage. No sense of injustice would dare enter these minds to disturb their comfort zone. Gorka observes the promqueen slow dancing with her "silk purse" [you cannot make a silk purse from a sow's ear] oinking to her date. They move off and the others leave in pairs, or groups of two, to go to different places and do different things but not to think much differently. In spite of their geographical separation: They were noble 'til the end and never asked for more Content, self-satisfied, undemanding of themselves or of life, being pleased with the status quo, not yearning for a better, different, more peaceful world. [not a criticism, merely an observation] Gorka concludes with the well-known nursery rhyme, 'This Little Piggie' and I think it is his last line that reveals much: And one little piggy had none, one little piggy had none Is Gorka that little piggie who did not get invited to the prom? Are you? Wayne Renardson PS: Thanks to Greg Steele for transcribing the lyrics. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2000 16:00:28 EST From: Davidfta@aol.com Subject: Re: Trying this thread again :)...o\good ones. Off to new England for a tour for the week! Hopefully no snow! David ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2000 18:41:29 -0500 From: "Steve McGraw" Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis Wayne, that was perfect, man; I particularly like that song and had felt those same ideas which you put into words. Stay at it, and . . . Thanks! Steve - -----Original Message----- From: Wayne Renardson To: good-noise@smoe.org Date: Wednesday, November 08, 2000 3:40 PM Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis >More ramblings and cheap analysis: > >Do you suppose Gorka had a great time in high school? That he was the >sorta person who had a bunch of dates lined up for that all important >event--the PROM? Or do you suppose the opposite may have been true? >That he was not Mister BMOC, not part of the clique? Maybe he had no >date at all, and little hope of getting one. A bit too geeky to be >seen with.... > >Promnight in Pigtown is told in third person. Gorka is an observer >rather than a participant of the big night. And what does he see? > >The males: > >They are using alcohol, always a joyous event. Don't you just love a >drunken date? And does anyone find those 'powder blue' tux dealies >attractive? If you do, please point your noggin' toward Nashville. >And those ruffled shits...so comfortable. > >But that is not Gorka's point. You see, he observes the shirts were >ALL ordered from a mail catalogue...they were all the same. No >attitude here. All cut from the same bolt of cloth. A desire to be >just like the others...to fit in. > >The females: > >If I ever heard a fine line it is: > > There was hambones in long gowns > >So svelte....so fine. But still, the swine analogy remains constant. >Which he continues and expands upon: > > With painted, cloven hooves > There was no need for shoes > Or the curlers in their tails > >The cloven hooves of the satyr? Goats also have cloven hooves.... > >A wee aside: I have not a clue, never having met Gorka, but I will >wager he reads, maybe widely and deeply, and that he used cloven >hooves for a reason. > >The satyr is most often associated with the Greek spirits of the >woods and mountains who derived from the Roman god Faunus their goat- >like features: hairy legs and hooves, tails, bearded faces, and >horns. The beasts are considered lazy and lecherous, spending their >free time drinking and chasing Nymphs. Sounds more like some males I >know :) > >And so the prom continues....the pictures, the noisy eating of >'platesful' of food (as if anyone would make a pig of themselves), >sweating like pigs beneath their hot clothing, tucking their snouts >"in the air." > >Moving to the bridge, Gorka concludes after a few games, apple >bobbing, it will all turn to scrapple, which is a mixture of ground >pork and cornmeal set in a mold and usually fried. Just 'another >packaged, processed food' with nothing to distinguish it from, well, >scrapple. I think he nails it when he observes the prom participants >had "no attitude, or grudge against the world" since in this idyllic >paradise, all is well. It's promnight in pigtown. Nothing to get >pissed off about. No outrage. No sense of injustice would dare enter >these minds to disturb their comfort zone. > >Gorka observes the promqueen slow dancing with her "silk purse" [you >cannot make a silk purse from a sow's ear] oinking to her date. They >move off and the others leave in pairs, or groups of two, to go to >different places and do different things but not to think much >differently. In spite of their geographical separation: > > They were noble 'til the end and > never asked for more > >Content, self-satisfied, undemanding of themselves or of life, being >pleased with the status quo, not yearning for a better, different, >more peaceful world. [not a criticism, merely an observation] > >Gorka concludes with the well-known nursery rhyme, 'This Little >Piggie' and I think it is his last line that reveals much: > > And one little piggy had none, one > little piggy had none > >Is Gorka that little piggie who did not get invited to the prom? Are >you? > > >Wayne Renardson > > >PS: Thanks to Greg Steele for transcribing the lyrics. > > > ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2000 19:10:27 -0500 From: "Steve McGraw" Subject: Re: Trying this thread again 5. Because, Paula, even though the sight of a horse crossing highways is frightening (but not with the breed that can fly) and up until then the chicken just wanted to get across dream street and out of the valley like a raven in the storm along with Jack's crows (even though this may have been thoughtless behavior and continues to be a real mystery to me) but, after yesterday, who cares? Yet, as everyone knows, that's how legends are made . . . So, that's at least two good reasons . . . I know, I know, I know . . . I'm out of my mind . . . But that's why! Steve - -----Original Message----- From: ThePsyche@aol.com To: good-noise@smoe.org Date: Wednesday, November 08, 2000 3:23 PM Subject: Trying this thread again >I love this idea! So, to all of you here...according to John Gorka... > >Why did the chicken cross the road? > >My answers: > >1. Because he was on the Campaign Trail. > >2. Because he was scraping dixie until the weather warmed this way. > >3. Because the Colonel's army took the soul that went by the name of King >Creole > and he's gone gone gone. > >And one more, that sort of fits the Gorka theme: > >He crossed the road because he knew if he crossed that road and alot more >roads just like it and that if he kept moving, kept hustling, kept working he >might create a buzz and get picked up by FlemTam, "THE" booking agency for >hardworking singer/songwriter type chickens. > >Enough already, Bryn ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2000 22:05:30 EST From: Smithfinn@aol.com Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis and snow Thanks Wayne! My major laugh of the evening. My husband, a major Gorka fan, but not a reader of this list, laughed along, and then wondered aloud, who has time to do this kind of stuff? I love your brilliant, in-depth analysis. And to David, have a great time on your tour and hope the weather is not too bad! Susan ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2000 22:32:58 EST From: ThePsyche@aol.com Subject: promnight in pigtown renardwc@ctrvax.Vanderbilt.Edu writes: << Is Gorka that little piggie who did not get invited to the prom? Are you? >> Wow, and I thought the song was a tongue in cheek portrayal of one of those rites of teenage passage, the prom. That is was set in pigtown was nothing other than... funny. Bryn, slipping off with her new string of pearls ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Nov 2000 23:56:57 -0600 From: Wayne Renardson Subject: Re: Cheap Analysis and snow One fine evening Susan asked (rhetorically) S> who has time to do this kind of stuff? As I said when I dove into The Sentinel, no one who has a life engages in this sort of cheap analysis. Hmmm...maybe after 4 hours of playing Jobim I need one :) Glad hubby got a laugh, anyway. Wayne Renardson ------------------------------ End of good-noise-digest V3 #109 ********************************