The Rest Of You Are All Wrong

Whilst I Am Entirely Correct (And Still Angry)
This happens in the office, too.  People around me complain that it's too hot, or too cold, when in fact THE TEMPERATURE IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE.  Really, I usually respond: "There's something wrong with all the rest of you".  Which is true.
     And so we move to that wretched phenomenon of modern times: the musical.  Specifically, the musical adaptation of a film.
     CONRAD STILL HATES HATES HATES MUSICALS!

A furious Conrad

     I know I've mentioned this previously, but it's a theme that bears repeating, with emphasis, because only this way can we prevent musicals*.  Art?

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!

     Your Humble Scribe has not seen this film, and probably is not going to ever, either, as it seems to be a giant pile of miserably morbid misanthropy.  I imagine the soundtrack to be a sampling of that chord from "Psycho"'s shower scene for one hundred and twenty minutes.
     This appears to be an unpleasant novelty that ought to be stamped on as quickly as possible, lest it spreads.  Playing a score via an in-cinema orchestra?  That's edging dangerously close to being a musical.
     And what do we see on the opposite page of that yellow rag, The Metro?  Art!

     This, gentle reader, is an example of what the trade calls a "puff piece", which is a slobbering endorsement of X, Y or Z, pretending to be critical journalism, when it is nothing of the sort.  And what metaphorical bottom are they blessing with their moistened lips in an osculation?  Why, nothing but "Back To The Future The Musical".  As I have mentioned, a worrying trend.  
     Here an aside - notice that advert in the lower starboard?  Jeff Beck!  He's got to be over seventy by now - and I'm sure he dyes his hair! - but here's a legendary rock guitarist who's still valid and playing, thanks to living a virtuous lifestyle absent excessive partying or drugs.  

I'm not quite sure how we got here.  But here we are anyway.

     Just don't mention That Single He Hates**.
     What's that, motley?  The London suits are planning a musical featuring the music of The Yardbirds and early stuff by The Jeff - NO!  <narrows eyes>
     O hang on you were joking.  Ha ha <goes to get Tazer>

Still Not Quite Sure How I Got Here
Your Humble Scribe has developed a new Youtube interest: Reddits.  Conrad is not quite sure what Reddits are, apart from being some kind of social media, but YT has transcriptions of Reddit topics on just about everything under the sun.  I think what I'm about to post was a response to something along the lines of "What do you know that most people do not?".  Art?

     Interesting stuff!  Unless you're one of those ghastly reality shows that <air quotes with fingers> "hunts ghosts".  And yet never captures any.
     That comment about infrasound recalls to mind a story about a lab which had quite the evil reputation, where staff felt horribly uneasy and almost came to the conclusion it was haunted, a worrying conclusion for supposedly rational people.  There is an explanation, except I'm not going to give it here***.  
     The story above has an especial resonance (no pun intended - this will make sense if I detail the lab story) with Your Modest Artisan, since he sits all night long in his Mancave's big, leather-upholstered chair.  This chair, after being abandoned, then spends a period of about ten minutes recovering it's original shape, creaking and ticking as if some unseen entity is settling comfortably into it.  Which can be a little unsettling.

Yes well -

     The thing is, I can't remember how I got to that Reddit page on YT, nor exactly what the title was, so - apologies all round - Not Sure How We Got Here.

K-Pop Bop Stop
One of the blogs that Conrad finds fascinating is "Ask A Korean!", which is written by a Korean who emigrated to South Canada at age 16, not speaking a word of English, but whose current prose would shame many a native speaker.  He provides an insight into South Korean culture across many themes, and if you have a question - apropos the title of his blog - there is an e-mail address.  Though I would recommend you read the FAQ first, as he is not very tolerant of idiots.
     Anyway - Art?

     You might not be able to read the small print here, so: "50 Most influential K-Pop Artists Series Index", just to be clear.
     Your Humble Scribe is always looking to broaden his musical horizons - MUSICALS EXCEPTED - and so I've listed this page as a Favourite and will be checking out these artists on Spotify.  I've already had a go at Clazziquai Project - a bit lightweight for me, but I still have another 49 to go.

http://askakorean.blogspot.com/

     That's a link to his site, should you care to dabble your toes in the waters of South Korean culture, as evinced in English.  I bet he'll have something witty and acerbic to say about the Oscars and "Parasite".

As One Door Opens ...
Someone took the other one off it's hinges, threw it in the back of their van, then put it up for sale on E-Bay.  This really happened.
     Anyway, what I really wanted to say is that I've finished annotating Stuart Hill's "By Tank Into Normandy".  Stuart was a troop commander in the Sherwood Rangers Yeomanry, a compatriot of David Render, and a subordinate to Lieutenant-Colonel Stanley Christopherson, the former of whom I have already done an annotation, and the latter of which I may yet do so.  Art?

SRY Recce tank

     Stu ended up commanding the SRY's Reconnaissance Troop, which was actually nine tanks rather than the normal three of a troop.  You can see one of their "Honey"s above; their job to act as advanced scouts in cavalry fashion, finding out where the enemy was or wasn't, what they were or weren't doing and so on.  Hazardous work!  Also, one thing that does come across is how dangerous Teuton hand-held anti-tank weapons were if the SRY tanks were in close country or urban surroundings, and without screening infantry.
     You can depend on it that you are going to get accounts of Ol' Stan's war, O Yes Indeed.

     And with that, we are done!


*  A noble aim.  Join me in this honourable crusade.
** "Hi Ho Silver Lining".  And, again, DON'T MENTION IT!
*** Ain't I a swine.