wonderfully productive romping today:
the delightful palestinian light orchestra pointed me towards shooby taylor, a wonderful skat-kat known as the human horn–please see his aptly domained link to yr left–then, after delighting in shirley’s two-timing tricks at buttermilk pete’s saloon, i met a new pal in bert lahr–who’d known the lion was a brilliantly schizophrenic sound poet beneath it all. funny, he really reminds me of the weimar speech artist rudolf blumner, (whom you may remember as the disheveled attorney from M).
regardless–brave. damned brave.
