BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:44 AM

Threads expanding and I hear a little mockingbird has counted out and found the new tavern number, so grab your drinks and instruments and prepare to beam over to MudCat Tavern # 21

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:43 AM

Fantastico, dear Mbo! Oh goodness, and I promised RtS *not* to be poetic anymore . . . Do you think you could sing some of it for me too? You'd just have to change it from first person to third person; and with your amazing grammatical skills, that should be a breeze!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Mbo
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:39 AM

Aine, I'm glad you like the tune! Oh course, that MIDI program doesn't do full justice to it. I think I'm going to record a little bit of the song how it should be played, and send it over to you. Much more realistic!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:30 AM

Tell you what, get one of those big bottles of Metaxas with a tap on front, put it in the cornerwith the tap towards me, gimme a big scone ( or some sticky Greek sweet: kataifi or folya for preference) and I'll be quiet as a mouse (until about the seventh glass, that's when I might start "singing")while you guys sing & play and.... whatever else seems to be going on with the clotted cream over there!
RtS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:21 AM

RtS - you STILL have to skirt the jello pit and the velcro-jumpers! And I'm gonna ask LEJ if we can move the taps to the FRONT of the bar for easier self-serve....

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:14 AM

Okay, ok. I have the Golden Pickle. I'll just be satisfied with that. At least until it recharges.

A.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:08 AM

But Amos, YOU got the last (and best) scone now, didn't you?

Roger, Mbo, Amos and I now take the pledge not to wax poetic from here on out in this thread; unless it's about incandescent pickles, heads on sticks, or naked men on poles. Will that do ya?

Go on, big fella, spill your beer on the bar and knock the corn chips on the floor!! It's your tavern too, so go for it!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:04 AM

Golden Cow Chip!!??

You can see why our Áine is so terrific with kidlets.

She's a master at motivation!

What I wouldn't give for a Golden Cow Chip now. (Sigh)

The better man has won it, though. I'll just have to try harder next time! See what I mean?

Ah, that Aine is a wonder.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 11:03 AM

Grumble,grumble... When I saw we were back to the traditional Tavern I thought: "Good, I don't have to dress up in period costume or use period language."
Now I find you have to be a poet, a lyricist or a multi-instrumentalist to get a drink round here.
It was (sigh) much easier when we just had to skirt round the jello pit and avoid the velcro jumpers!
OK I'm a totally non-musical kazoo player so gimme a drink or I'll prove it![rats come out of holes and start throwing themselves on the traps]
RtS

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 10:57 AM

Great!! Yes, dear heart, I did get it and I sent you an email this morning. I *loved* it, of course, and in my email I awarded you the Golden Cow Chip for great tune writing (appropriately inscribed with a shamrock, of course)!!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Mbo
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 10:53 AM

Sure you can put it in the Songbook, Aine! BTW the title I have written above it says "Ye Brave Troubadour." Also did you get the MIDI for your song last night?

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 10:46 AM

no pressure Mbo m'boy. I'll give you at least three or four hours before I start to bug you about it.....*grin*

seriously - I could probably play around and come up with a tune for it, but if I'm gonna botch-up the song and sing it, it would be fun to have a tune to your lyrics.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 10:41 AM

Mbo, dear minstrel, may I please put this song of yore in the Songbook? Therefore, when the pigeons have landed and your shoulders are stained, posterity may still see the beauty of your words shine through the phosphorus deposits!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 10:41 AM

Mbo, dear minstrel, may I please put this snog of yore in the Songbook? Therefore, when the pigeons have landed and your shoulders are stained, posterity may still see the beauty of your words shine through the phosphorus deposits!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Mbo
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 10:30 AM

Mario, I wrote those lyrics when I had just turned 18--before I started college--I had these great long periods of time to think of lyrics--now the pressures of printmaking (if only you could see how much ink and asphaltum I have on my hands right now!) are eating up my time--but I sense possibly a new songwriting revolution for me in the future....I tried to write music for it a few days after I had written it--I wasn't at all into tunewriting back then, (in fact, I was really bad) so I never gave it a second look. But I just might try something now. Since I'm up on Renaissance lute, vilhuela, and classical guitar music now, I might be able to come up with a tune for it!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 08:27 AM

Mbo - oh not so lyrically impaired person - do you have a tune to go with your "Golden Days of Yore"?

Please tell me you do....

MMario

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 08:14 AM

Dear 'Seed,

I am hereby put in my humble place by your verse. Well done, sirrah, thou art the victor in this here ye old poem-off!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 08:13 AM

Sweetly said all. I must confess the layers of reality do collide here and there -- leaving the Tavern, I realized I had departed rudely, not with proper adieux, but that was because, in that spacetime, I had had too much Rofli Oil or whatever that brew is called. Phew!

At the same time I was hitting the midweek fatiques in California, so had to shut down the mac and retire for the night, hence my departure.

A third layer at work (due to the fatigue) was that it was growing hard to come up with Elizabethan couplets, and thus keep up a decent conversation.

The tavern, and my office at home, and the far off universe of Elizabethan thoughts and phrases, all bubbles which slid together and collapsed in the welcome surfeit of sleep. What a strange way to live -- like a multilayered mousse with a candle in it!

What a brilliant and fun crew y'all are! Thanks for the evening.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Sorcha
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 01:00 AM

You know you're in the SCA when............all your BB's turn to thee's.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: bseed(charleskratz)
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 12:38 AM

Ah, Mudcat discourse, once so plain,
A loftier tone somehow has ta'en:
We're Amos'd here and Emboed there
And Áined and Sorchaed otherwhere.
No more the possum blower rules,
Nor farts ignit by other fools!
Nay, high romance hath now the sway
Where banjo jokes once ruled the day...

--seed

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 02 Feb 00 - 12:07 AM

And she replies:

What ho, my stranger, sweet and kind
Over repasted with drink so fine
That he now leaves the Tavern here
And maidens weeping in their beer
And sweet young minstrel made of stone
From whom no woman now could hone
Twa words of love requite or no
Stands now without in falling snow
Ye gods if there be justice here
Send soothing music to mine ear
And calm the raging heart within
And save it from all mortal sin
By leaving I doth recognize
The pain of silence 'twain the prize
Of having two such songsters dwell
Within the realm of hill and dale
But lo' what sound do cometh close
Tis the sound of mudcat boast
What frolick to my ears bestow
Of laughing kats with spaws in tow
Oh happy day, geraw, geree
I see a future bright for me
An end has come to lonesome days
Beginnings bright in Mudcat Days!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Sorcha
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 11:49 PM

Methinks, mi'lords and ladies, that some should peruse the ballad "Lord Randolph". 'Tis what cometh of blind love. Or speaketh thee to Sweet William.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 11:41 PM

(Stands up, leans against bar, wall, toher customers, arrives at door and bows) Goodnight, sweet princes all, princesses fair. As the sun shall rise, repair ye to the Cat again, and I shall meet you there. (Staggers out).

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 11:31 PM

Oh, bravo, Sir Mbo. So sad a tale doth carry far in time, and sorrowful burdens forward passes, to lighten present sorrow in thought of future lasses! (winks).

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Mbo
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 11:26 PM

And then Mbo replied:

In the golden days of yore
In a simple time that is no more
There was a lively troubadour
Who loved to turn a tune

He lived for many kinds of song
From galliards to ballads long
And never known to play a note wrong
Under the sun or under the moon

He was the knight's and guard's delight
They all rejoiced at just one sight
In the dark there burned a light
Of intellect and wit

A large, round, tawny lute he played
A great one he himself had made
With fancy-crafted wood inlayed
And for it, many works were writ

At the castle, at the fort
He even graced the King's own court
With songs and dances of every sort
Never would he quit

And when the King went off to war
With soldiers, knights, squires, and more
They took the lively troubadour
With them on their way

On a horse's back he spent
Playing marches as they went
And at night, in his tent
The soldiers came to hear him play

And when a heavy fight ensued
To his lute he stayed glued
With his tunes he set the mood
Above the battle's roar

But alas! An arrow stray
Pierced him in an awful way
Prostrate on the ground he lay
The lively singer was no more

The noble soldiers, with honor due
Erected there, a statue to
The courageous little lutenist who
Had died in glory, brave and true.

Just a little something I wrote a while back. I thought it might work since we're doing the high-diction thing. BTW I love high-diction!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 11:25 PM

But my lyre lacketh lust betimes;
'Twere meet I polish all its gentle lines!
A song, fair damsel, aye, anon, anon. (Takes out lyre and polishes it with his cape, running the corner of the cloth between the strings and humming. Then tightens a string, plucks, and sings a ditty, glancing at the assorted scones about brightly):

Sir Russel, and not I, did author this;
but I will borrow it to please the house, appended with a kiss! (strums)

WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies,
All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam,
With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes;
I am one with the twilight's dream.

When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood,
Every heart of man is rapt within the mother's breast:
Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vasty quietude,
I am one with their hearts at rest.

Aye, and deep and deep and deeper let me drink and draw
From the olden fountain more than light or peace or dream,
Such primæval being as o'erfills the heart with awe,
Growing one with its silent stream.

From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love
Stray'd away along the margin of the unknown tide,
All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above
Word or touch from the lips beside.

(Ends with minor flourish and bows to a light patter of applause, Retireth unto his Klugle Rauschelle.)

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 10:52 PM

And she replies:

Dear sir, quoth she, such couth have ye
As the singing birds perched in yon tree
Thy words are mild and justly spake
Thou art no rover, thief, nor rake
From yonder castle I now here come
Twas thy sweet music which drew me from
Sing for me now, oh minstrel wise
With words of truth, no compromise
For I have traversed brack and briar
And take you for no lacklust liar

. . . and brushing past him, smelling lightly of Egyptian musk, she picks up the carafe of Kraffish Royoil and pours him another cuppa.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Sorcha
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 10:52 PM

Holy Mudcats! you guys been busy while I was gone!Please pull me a pint of anything that's wet and malty. Whoooeee,that does hit the spot. Been gigging and it made my day. The "band" I play with is actually a non profit club, and every month we play at the local Care Center, pro bono. None of us ever really want to GO, but once we get there, its OK, sometimes great. Tonite was one of the great ones. I really did not want to GO; it's cold, I've been sick, excuses, excuses, but I went anyway. Made my day. All the folks were very lively tonite, and it was Birthday Party nite so we even got CAKE! I get tired, I get cranky, I don't want to practice, my fingers get sore, and then we get one like tonight and I remember why I play music in the first place. I do it to bring joy to others as well as myself. These folks in the nursing home have little enough to look forward to. The least I can do is help lighten their load for a few minutes once a month. Someday I may be there too, and I hope that someone will come in and bring me something I love when I can no longer play. Bless all with whatever blessings you believe in.
Off my soap box. I'm gonna drink this brew and go practice html on my very own notepad so I don't drive you all to nutso. Believe it or not, up until a few months ago I really thought that html was shorthand for "hotmail" (!!!)
I always intended to die computer illiterate; I said if God wanted me to be computer literate She would have put a socket in my head. Looks like She did, courtesy of Mudcat.
Slainte, Sorcha

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 10:34 PM

(The first quote was a classic rakehell from the 17th Century, Herrick yclept.)
(Recites:)
My motives madam, thou mayst right easily know!
As pure throughout as white and blinding snow
N'e'er to bring thee nor strife nor fright
But for simple joy to bask a while
Within the radiance of thy smile
ANd thus to mine own soul bring delight!

Bowing again, he sits down abruptly on a barstool and grabs on to his coffee mug for stability.
A sweet aroma of Raffish Kroyeel fills the air.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Susan A-R
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 10:21 PM

Mercy Percy I do declare, if half the fun of goin' is gettin' there, well Mercy Percy You'd best be knowin' that the other half of gettin' there is goin'

Oh Lord Amos, you've got my head spinning and I haven't even had that LARGE mug of the black vile stuff yet. (That quote up above is a Gordon Bok ism, I do believe)

Now about those beer crackers. I make these wicked things with lots of butter and cumin and a bit of hot pepper (If you like the hot, you can increase it) and I bet they'd fill the bill. Hmmm, they'd probably ship if I auctioned them, but it might be easier to post the recipe. I'll track iit down. I'm cooking too darned much to do much exta. Though I did a party for our local folk series this past weekend. All of the volunteers got together and jammed and ate lots. What a blast! reminded me of this here tavern.

Hmmm, food, music and um scones. My my my, all of life's major pleasures.

(Rambling Susan who has pulled a back muscle and is dangerously mixing her relaxants in hopes of sleeping some tonight.)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 10:17 PM

And she replied:

What in the room do I espy
But a wanton stranger in disguise
What modus operandi hidden
Doth move my heart to be so bidden
His words not spoken I do ingest
And take to be of gentleness
His eyes although they be well hid
Do touch my heart and be well bid
His voice is wondrous, liquid, fair
In admiration of my hair
My heart is touched it knows not how
To inquire of him his motives now

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 09:53 PM

(A beautiful redhead enters in bluejeans, her hair carelessly flung back and her smile as bright as moonlight on the Mississipi. It is none other than the charming Ann, who has refreshed herself and is no longer sticky, nor crumb covered. The mysterious gentleman in the corner sets down his Roffe Koyale and bows, sweeping back his loong cape. He recites:)

"A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:—
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distractiòn,—
... A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly,—
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat,—
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,—
Do more bewitch me, than when art

Is too precise in every part."

Welcome, sweet coz! Share for to care a Roffee Kyale? A joy to see you.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 09:45 PM

Dunno about your bella cousina, Mbo -- but I like 'seed's ideal scenario!

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Mbo
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 09:36 PM

Hmmph...crazy Americanos wouldn't know real biscotti if if jumped up and bit them! REAL Italian biscotti is soft and moist, with a crush--kinda like rye bread. Mmmmm...darn fine stuff! My cousin Alba used to send it to us!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: bseed(charleskratz)
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 09:07 PM

I guess it was the talk about scones of stone above, but I just got to wondering: does anyone make a beer/ale equivalent of biscotti, the hard cookies you have to dip in coffee to eat? Someone of you culinary types ought to come up with a hard salty pastry that would be enhanced by dipping in Porters or Guiness or Green Death, and that would enhance the experience of imbibing the heavenly brews. They could be called Mudcat Munchies and sold--at first--via the auction; Muddies would be encouraged to introduce them at their favorite watering holes and they'd be bigger than McDonald's and Max could quit his day job and there would be peace on earth forever and ever, amen.

--seed

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 08:19 PM

After we serve that one -- wait you're turn and we'll serve you up next. One pint of jeffp, coming up.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: jeffp
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 07:45 PM

Better the Stone of Scone than a scone of stone. OUCH! I need a beer, if anyone will serve me after that one.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Mbo
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 06:10 PM

Hey! These scones, like the Stone of Scone, belong to us!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 03:56 PM

it's a good thing she does. That way she's probably used to the way my mind works.

oops! Did I say that out loud?

peach? mmmmm,mmmmmm.

I'm collecting FAR too many songs I want to sing. Still haven't memorized two of the LAST three I chose and have an umpty-dozen more I've found......

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 03:42 PM

There goes a fine lady. I suspect she teaches small children for a living! :>)

A.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Áine
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 03:35 PM

Dear MMario,

Do not glare, mon frere, I've got some fresh-baked soda bread in the kitchen for you, with *real* butter and some peach preserves that I put up last spring. See, I'm putting the kettle on for us right now. Now, come on over here and sit down beside me and let's have a little chat!

-- Áine

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: fulurum
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 02:30 PM

oh yeah. forgot all about the scnes. any pictures yet?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 02:27 PM

Coryale the Woffee Havil Yew Swish, Err! I booked in the lak but the scones done gone! That last one wasn't extra; it was a production bonus.:>)

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 02:20 PM

SOMEone's getting extra scones! *glare*

Another royale have I coffee will!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 01:59 PM

Sorr about the italics. Mbo, you are always welcome in any song of mine. You have a distinct place in my Mudcat imagination.

I'm a little too leathery for your more romantic stuff, but feel free to squeeze me in only if the mood so impels.

And my aplogies for misspelling whirled. I have never whirled a pea<\i>, although I sometimes aim crooked!

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: fulurum
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 01:54 PM

of course veggies are organised. somewhat at least. just take a looked at the congress and senate. for more proof look at the political machinery here in N.Y.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Troll
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 01:45 PM

Amos, it's not "world" peas; it's "whirled" peas.

troll

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 01:31 PM

Amos, buddy, I think I need to return the favor and write a song for you! Thanks for always puttin' me in!

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: Amos
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 01:24 PM

It's the royale,/i> part that gets you confused, Mario -- this here is a Damocracy -- goverment by the Dams. Or the damned, depending on how you spell it.

I can't parsley imagine world peas. But gimme some cafe royale and I'll conjure it up with one jicama imagination. Lettuce now be up and doing!
As for Mick being around, he's been around the pea-patch, and he's more around than he used to be for sure.

A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern #Who Knows?
From: MMario
Date: 01 Feb 00 - 01:16 PM

I'm so confused! Fulorum is doing his bit for world peas. I didn't know that peas were that well organized, or that ANY vegetable was...Mick musta been around

Mbo - I used to be the second junior assistant apprentice to the....never mind...

I'll have another cup of that coffee royale.....