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Entangling Alliances With Nun
Around 1984, my college roommate Paul Fine (my collaborator on the Kant Song) and I wrote, inter alia, a song called Sister Ann, which I like best of all our joint compositions. Below are the lyrics; lines in bold are Pauls and the rest are mine. All the music is Pauls.
Heres a version with Paul singing and playing the piano (my favourite); and heres a fancy studio version with someone else singing. Theres also an instrumental version.
Sister Ann
do you recall
the night we met outside the garden wall
I held your hand
we watched the raindrops fall
we had no need of words at allSister Ann
dont you recall
you were young and full of life
the raindrops melted on your skin
above our heads the stone cross
spoke of sorrow and of sin
you shivered in its shadow
yet the shadow seemed so small
I didnt know Id see you on the wrong side of the wallDid they paint a God on stony throne?
were you his disapproval shown?
I always dreamed you felt as I
and never thought to question why
we felt his velvet breath inside
when we exchanged our ownAre you happy in your garden, Sister Ann?
do your grey eyes ever mourn the passing years?
did you think of our embraces, Sister Ann
as your dark hair fell like rain
beneath the coldness of the shears?Sister Ann
do you find
its getting easier to erase me from your mind?
perhaps you can
I ought to be resigned
to being outside and left behindSister Ann
do you weep
or have they taught you how to close
your hearts mute door upon the time
your body felt the winds kiss
and your lips pressed close to mine?
The flesh leads to damnation
so you pray your soul to keep
and hide in stifling robes to keep your memory asleepSilence binds hearts when they are young
a simple glance outspeaks a tongue
but now my words will not suffice
to reach you through that sheet of ice
that binds you to the frozen Christ
and shields you from the sunAre you happy in your garden, Sister Ann?
do your grey eyes ever mourn the passing years?
did you think of our embraces, Sister Ann
as your dark hair fell like rain
beneath the coldness of the shears?Ill pluck a flower from this spot
in turn each petal will be got
perhaps its thus she was entombed
they took the flower just when bloomed
and left behind a heart thats doomed
I know she loves me not
Keep Warm, Part 3
Over at A Random String of Bits, some excellent commentary on (inter alia) The Girl Who Waited, The God Complex, and The Wedding of River Song.
In other news, the very funny Adventures with the Wife in Space has just gotten through the Patrick Troughton era, while the always fascinating TARDIS Eruditorum is about a third of the way into the Tom Baker era.
Change, My Dear; or, I’m Sooo Changeable!
Did you see the pace of those shows? They were incredibly, incredibly slow! Really hideous. I dearly loved Doctor Who but I dont think my love of it translated into it being a tremendously good series. It was a bit crap at times, wasnt it? … [I, Claudius] had a brilliant script and a cast of brilliant actors. These are two things we cannot say in all forgiveness about Doctor Who. …
When I look back at Doctor Who now, I laugh at it, fondly. As a television professional, I think: how did these guys get a paycheck every week? Dear God, its bad! Nothing Ive seen of the black and white stuff with the exception of the pilot, the first episode should have got out of the building. They should have been clubbing those guys to death! Youve got an old guy in the lead who can’t remember his lines; youve got Patrick Troughton, who was a good actor, but his companions how did they get their Equity card? Explain that! Theyre unimaginably bad. Once you get to the colour stuff some of its watchable, but its laughable. Mostly now, looking back, Im startled by it. …
My memories of Doctor Who are based on bad television that I enjoyed at the time. It could get me really burned saying this, but Doctor Who is actually aimed at 11-year-olds. … If you look at other stuff from the Sixties they werent crap it was just Doctor Who. The first episode of Doctor Who betrays the lie that its just the Sixties, because the first episode is really good the rest of its shit. …
Its not that I dont like it, but I wouldnt care to show it to my friends in television and say look, I think this is a great programme, because I think they might fling me out! … The basic principles of it, some of the moments or ideas, are so great they can dupe you into believing the programme was better than it really was. It was actually pretty shabby a lot of the time, which is a shame. … Doctor Who was not limited merely by the limitations of the times or the styles that were prevalent then. It was limited by the relatively meagre talent of the people who were working on it. … Mostly they were middle-of-the-range hacks who were not going to go on to do much else.
At the time [of the (above) interview] I had no real connection to Doctor Who at all (goodness, was the world ever so?). If Im right, its available somewhere on the internet, and oh God, its vile. Well, Im vile. Full of myself, pompous, and dismissing all the writers of the old show as lazy hacks. Dear God, I blush, I cringe, I creep. I walked out of the interview, high on my own giddy genius, and wrote Chalk, one of the most loathed and derided sitcoms in the history of the form. The thing about life, you can always rely on it to administer a good slap when required.
Find it, read it, hate me I did.
I hate this orthodoxy that Doctor Who suddenly became good in 2005 thats not true. I didnt fall in love with that show because it was rubbish it was because it was brilliant. … If you havent [seen the first episode] and you entertain the idea that Doctor Who was ever anything but brilliant, go and watch it. Its absolutely astonishing 25 minutes of magical television. … Those of us who grew up venerating it and loving and not regarding it as a silly thing, we became middle-aged and we put our love into this show.
Illegal Eagle
Behold, an Auburnised version of the ALL logo and an ALL-ised version of the Auburn cheer:
Mistakenly United
Okay, this is embarrassing.
There used to be an organisation with the name Protestants and Other Americans United for Separation of Church and State.
Later on they switched to the more diplomatic Americans United for Separation of Church and State.
And in more recent years theyve informally shortened it to Americans United.
And until today I had them mixed up with Citizens United. (Or, more precisely, I had Citizens United mixed up with them.)
Doh!