Thursday, February 12, 2009

Bring On The Shakey, Bring On The Decibels


Once again, it’s time to venture into the fun-packed world of laryngial flexion action — thankfully, minus the porn stars.


Today, it’s the turn of not-particularly-romantic romance, a genre for which some come equipped with a genetic predisposition, but most of the people on the list of other contributors here no doubt have to work at very very hard on account of being so impossibly lovely.

This extract was recorded ‘on the hoof’, as it were, and it might help to turn your sound down a tad before you play it as it’s come out rather loud. Why, I even managed to scare poor Maurice and some weird looking bloke in an anorak.

As Frank Zappa once said: jazz is not dead, it just smells funny...






28 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

Wonderfully loud and unromantic! We can rely on you for uniqueness, Whirl.

Dave King said...

Loved the Zappa quote!

Whirlochre said...

Me too, Dave. Sadly, he didn't say it about romance, so I've amended it to the original 'jazz', just in case he breaks free of the cell where they're keeping him imprisoned with Elvis, Morrison, Hendrix and all the other dead rock stars.

Robin S. said...

Oh my GOD - I had this visual the whole time, of you standing outside hollering out your 'romantic words' like a Monty skit gone mad (and let's face it, that would take some doing)!

Love it, Whirl.

JaneyV said...

This is the love poem that I murdered too. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to want to upload. I'll get techno-wizard Hubby on it tonight. I love the thought of you shouting a Shakespeare love sonnet to a mule. It has a strange romance all of its very own!

Whirlochre said...

Maurice and I sure had fun.

And — hope you can play, Janey.

blogless troll said...

THAT! WAS! GREAT!

Actually, I think you're on to something here. Shakespeare Punk could huge.

pjd said...

Echo Robin word for word. I now have to add you to my LMAO list from this exercise. And I agree: not romance next time!

pacatrue said...

Little known fact: This is actually a recording of the Bard of Avon himself reading the poem without the boring nitwittery of the other "romantic" readers.

McKoala said...

OK, so you went out into a field in the middle of winter and yelled Shakespeare at a mule.

Not a quiver of romance.

Aerin said...

Loved! Fantastic! I thought it had a Monty-Python-y feel

writtenwyrdd said...

Only you would think of shouting a love poem in a snowy field, Whirl.

That was great. It reminded me of a Monty Python skit as well. ;)

writtenwyrdd said...

Oh, looking at blogless' comment, you know you could do punk rock sonnets for a new challenge. That would mean coming up with some music too, but hey, it could be amusing...

Whirlochre said...

Punk a capella is in the WIP (marginally)...

Chris Eldin said...

OMG! This is a bit scary! Fun, fun to listen to!!!!
:-)
How's that snow over there?

Whirlochre said...

It's almost gone, Chris, which is something of a shame because it's been nice.

And, in a funny way, it seems to have drawn a line on what has been a grim start to my year.

But soon, it will be time to crack out the spangly pants and leap like a joyful gazelle.

JaneyV said...

Whirl in spangly pants, leaping like a gazelle at a céidlidh! My cup runneth over with joy!

Robin S. said...

I don't know what a ceid...thingie is, but I DO know I wanna see a pictuire of you in the spangly pants. As freddie would say, stat.

Cliff said...

You know, if Shakespeare were alive today he'd turn in his grave!

sylvia said...

This is one of my very favourites - absolutely excellent. I love McKoala's summary, too!

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

LMAO! Wonderfully loud and thoroughyly unromantic - you met the brief perfectly! ;-)

Whirlochre said...

Also the grief.

Kiersten said...

I'm guessing this was the happiest day of poor Maurice's life, no?

Also, looking forward to Protrudio's next appearance!

Mary said...

If you believe it, SCREAM it, I say. But I do hope Maurice was not deafened.

Bizarrely, this induced an image of a cameo player gone crazy in "Last of the Summer Wine". Maybe it was the Wellington boots...

Long live the Outside Broadcast! :)

Whirlochre said...

I love those cameo players, giving their all — even if only to a distant horse.

More outside broadcasts to follow.

And, you'll forgive me for asking, Kiersten, but are you psychic or what? I mean, I know it's after the event, but you're spot on. I've been keeping Maurices's actual reaction extremely close to my chest for fear the truth might...out. And I can't contain it for much longer.

Meanwhile, custard timers at the ready...

Kiersten said...

Absolutely I am psychic. And I see a long, happy future for you and Maurice, as you make an absolutely adorable couple.

Whirlochre said...

Let me guess — Maurice and I ride off into the sunset together after many happy adventures.

Problem: do they sell stirrups in matching sets of four?

writtenwyrdd said...

Maurice is riding you, eh? What a nag...