The answer to the latest Name That Bum competetion was, of course, Makhaya Ntini. Easy!Once again, the eerie determination of Suave, from Cricket Republique, won the day. Just like last time.
However, although I promised a poem composed in the honour of the winner, I also promised myself that I would never go through the hell finding rhymes for his bloody name again.
So, as I have the ol’ Paintbrush out, I will make a drawing to his Suaveness.
Tune in next week for….NAME THAT BUM.
15 comments:
I love the fact that I live in an upside down world..
Brilliant.
That was me by the way,
I'm concerned at Suave's familiarity with cricketers' asses.
Me too Mims.
I'm going to have to visit one of those places in the deep south of USA to see if they can cure my apparent love of cricket arse.
Well, we all have secret skills in life.
I guess Suave has found his.
is his love for ass is for cricketers only...is he loves cricket coz of this...
suave pls clear...
Move over Jennifer Fowler, the Atheist has arrived.
Do you sign autographs for your adoring public? You could flog em on eBay.
Ntini doesnt really have a cricket ass, so it should be easier to pick out of a line up.
But suave is a genius.
It's the cricket wot i loves, and i loves it all.
and i iz a geniearse.
Oops more arse talk
Missy, to be honest, I had to look up Jennifer Fowler. Her face does seem faintly familiar, if a little mad: http://www.impulse-music.co.uk/fowler.htm
It says she lives in England. She says its "better than Australia."
If she was familiar I am very impressed (although probably not surprised if you visit the Tate Modern). She's mad. A lunatic. She's the original "I live in a tree and I don't believe in pants" woman. Anyone who tunes a wine glass to A, draws a violin bow across the top and calls it music should be shot, so I'm glad you've nicked her mantle, even if it was because I said so.
i once sang in a piece which had tuned wine-glasses as part of it, and actually they were brilliant, but it was a really good piece generally.
Well, I spent some years living with a contemporary composer (hence the previous music references) and I have seen some pretty, um, unusual stuff in the name of music.
My favourite being a picture of an ostrich, which doubled as the score for a string quartet.
people in my choir still talk about the time when they did a piece where the musical score was, literally, a picture.
Oh the wine glass isn't it in much, the rest of the time it's more conventionaly percussion being treated unconventionally.
Well if you fancy it and can find it and are feeling brave, download Echoes From An Antique Land and you'll see what I'm talking about. But I had to study it, so I didn't have a choice in listening to it.
I'd rather Stravinsky's Symphony of Psalms any day. In fact I think I'd rather give birth to a chair than listen to Fowler again. Shit, there are thousands of bitter ex-students out there, she'd better climb high in that tree.
Sorry.
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