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Welcome to The Breakfast Club! We’re a disorganized group of rebel lefties who hang out and chat if and when we’re not too hungover  we’ve been bailed out we’re not too exhausted from last night’s (CENSORED) the caffeine kicks in. Join us every weekday morning at 9am (ET) and weekend morning at 10:30am (ET) to talk about current news and our boring lives and to make fun of LaEscapee! If we are ever running late, it’s PhilJD’s fault.

This Day in History

Welcome to The Breakfast Club! We’re a disorganized group of rebel lefties who hang out and chat if and when we’re not too hungover  we’ve been bailed out we’re not too exhausted from last night’s (CENSORED) the caffeine kicks in. Join us every weekday morning at 9am (ET) and weekend morning at 10:30am (ET) to talk about current news and our boring lives and to make fun of LaEscapee! If we are ever running late, it’s PhilJD’s fault.

This Day in History

Lindley Armstrong Jones was a musical prodigy, primarily in percussion though he could play other instruments as well.  His father was a Railroad executive and a chef who worked for the company taught him how to use ordinary objects to create complex and melodic compositions (you know of course that a piano is a percussion instrument).

He’s probably best known for this piece-

In the early days of television he took his already incredibly successful touring company into the studio and produced some memorable work with other giants of film and radio.

More below-

Welcome to The Breakfast Club! We’re a disorganized group of rebel lefties who hang out and chat if and when we’re not too hungover  we’ve been bailed out we’re not too exhausted from last night’s (CENSORED) the caffeine kicks in. Join us every weekday morning at 9am (ET) and weekend morning at 10:30am (ET) to talk about current news and our boring lives and to make fun of LaEscapee! If we are ever running late, it’s PhilJD’s fault.

This Day in History

Welcome to The Breakfast Club! We’re a disorganized group of rebel lefties who hang out and chat if and when we’re not too hungover  we’ve been bailed out we’re not too exhausted from last night’s (CENSORED) the caffeine kicks in. Join us every weekday morning at 9am (ET) and weekend morning at 10:30am (ET) to talk about current news and our boring lives and to make fun of LaEscapee! If we are ever running late, it’s PhilJD’s fault.

This Day in History

Got your sitz muscles on and your warm beer and cold pizza ready?  Good, because today I have 2 and a half solid hours of Baroque Oratorio for you.

I told you to expect something completely different.

Most people associate Handel’s Messiah with what I jocularly call ek’smas because I’m a stone cold atheist.  My teacher was just a guy who had it all, rebeled against it, saw that that didn’t quite cut it either, and spent the rest of his life under a tree teaching people how to get off the wheel until, at a ripe old age, he got off it himself.

No martyrdom.  No expiation of your personal sins in the face of “divine justice”.  No resurrection.

Who craves that anyway?  Isn’t this life enough?

If not you’d better get off your ass and start living.

But I was raised a Methodist which in digest form is a very fundamentalist Christian Church that is considered mainstream, even liberal, because they did a lot of proselytizing among African-American slaves so they’re incredibly active in social justice.  There is also a large Latino component.

This strung me along for years in my urban church where I was active in the choir (and looking forward to duckpin bowling in advanced Sunday School which met in the alley in the basement) and annually played the most effeminate Herod you’d ever hope to see while I actively craved Pilate in our production of Jesus Christ Superstar.

I suppose natural first Tenors are not so easy to come by.

Here’s a comparison-

Herod

Pilate

Perhaps they thought I couldn’t handle the math.

If you can you might join me below the fold.

Got your sitz muscles on and your warm beer and cold pizza ready?  Good, because today I have 2 and a half solid hours of Baroque Oratorio for you.

I told you to expect something completely different.

Most people associate Handel’s Messiah with what I jocularly call ek’smas because I’m a stone cold atheist.  My teacher was just a guy who had it all, rebeled against it, saw that that didn’t quite cut it either, and spent the rest of his life under a tree teaching people how to get off the wheel until, at a ripe old age, he got off it himself.

No martyrdom.  No expiation of your personal sins in the face of “divine justice”.  No resurrection.

Who craves that anyway?  Isn’t this life enough?

If not you’d better get off your ass and start living.

But I was raised a Methodist which in digest form is a very fundamentalist Christian Church that is considered mainstream, even liberal, because they did a lot of proselytizing among African-American slaves so they’re incredibly active in social justice.  There is also a large Latino component.

This strung me along for years in my urban church where I was active in the choir (and looking forward to duckpin bowling in advanced Sunday School which met in the alley in the basement) and annually played the most effeminate Herod you’d ever hope to see while I actively craved Pilate in our production of Jesus Christ Superstar.

I suppose natural first Tenors are not so easy to come by.

Here’s a comparison-

Herod

Pilate

Perhaps they thought I couldn’t handle the math.

If you can you might join me below the fold.