The Red Army Chorus

A few years ago while slogging through NaNoWriMo I rewarded myself as I attained certain word counts these three collections, which got filed as classical, were that year’s rewards. All burned to the same cd.

 goldfishgold fish trapped in oil slick

I had this need to hear, of all things, the Volga Boatman’s Song – I did an iTunes search for it & came across The Red Army Chorus: Best of – 50+ tracks for $8.99 – who knew they were such a big thing? Lot of stirring, patriotic, sweeping work here. But its not all pomp & some unexpectedly tender, romantic & even traditional songs turn up. A massive choir & who cares about my not understanding Russian – the music takes over.


not feeling my shelf

With them is Jorge Martin’s modern opera Before Night Falls based not he the autobiography of Renaldo Arenas – Arenas is one of my top 10 favourite authors. I was reading an overly-academic critic of his writing which mentioned this opera several times. The music is good, the singing is fine but it never, for me, captures the fantastic magical energy of Arenas’s writing itself.


scared the sock off ya

Finally another $9.99, 50+ collection from iTunes: Scary Horror Themes — none of which are original sound track recordings, I wanted these for using at Cabaret Noir for pre-show & break music. Covers of music from Psycho, Alien along with ‘original’ instrumentals – the covers are great but the originals are merely murky as opposed to scary. They are either electronica or metal with great titles ‘Dance of the Bats’ ‘Electric Hellfire Club’ that could just easily be called ‘My Happy Moment’ ‘It’s Raining Again.’


Ribbons and Lace

Syl skipped a few feet in front of her Dad. The tiny slap of the red shoes as they struck the pavement combined with her white leggings filled him with pride. The lacy pink dress bedecked red and yellow ribbons was one his mother had sent. It was girlier than anything either of them would have picked out for her.

Syl turned to look back at her Dad. As she turned, her knee gave way and she hit the sidewalk with a hard thump. Biting her lip she stood up as fast as she could. The knee of her stocking had been torn. Blood trickled down her shin. He stooped to check the knee.

‘Daddy?’ Syl looked down at her kneeling father.

‘Yes honey?’ He glanced up from her small knee after he wiped it clean with his sleeve. Her blood so red against the light blue of his shirt.

‘Why does it hurt when you fall down?’

‘Well honey, there are little nerve endings in your skin, everywhere. When you fall on them they feel it.’ He saw that the scrape was an inch or so across. He found it odd that her skin should prove to be so much more fragile even than the delicate lace of the her dress.


‘Nerves are like,’ he stopped to think of just what they might be like to a child, ‘tiny hairs under your skin.’

‘But Daddy,’ Syl laughed, ‘my hair doesn’t hurt when I cut it.’

‘It does when you pull it though.’ He pulled one of her blond pig tails playfully. ‘The nerve is right at the end of the hair.’

He stood. ‘There that should be okay till we get home.’

He had tied a clean handkerchief around her knee. The bleeding had stopped. ‘Let’s see how that feels.’

Syl took a few faltering steps, eyes big with anticipation. ‘Hurts.’ she pouted.

‘It will for a while, but you can walk can’t you?’

‘I suppose.’

They took a few steps with Syl limping exaggeratedly.

‘Ouch ouch ouch.’ She said on each step.

‘Does it really hurt that much?’

‘My nerves need a shampoo Daddy.’ she said between tears.

‘When we get home.’ He scooped her up. The frilly dress made her appear larger than she was and her lightness, her tininess was almost a shock to him. ‘This better?’

‘Lots better Daddy,’ she pulled a stray ribbon out of her mouth as she pressed her wet cheek against his neck.

‘Why doesn’t it hurt now?’

‘Because I’m holding all your nerves up in the air where the earth can’t hurt them.’

‘Then never put me down Daddy. Never put me down. Always carry me.’ she held him tighter.

‘I wish I could honey. I wish I could.’


June 21-26 – attending – Rosemary Aubert’s Workshop: The Novelist’s Selfie – Loyalist – Belleville

( I’ve registered already 🙂 )


register now while there is room at the table

page 23 for details next page down for registration info

June 26, Friday, 10:00 pm – feature – Pride 2015 Erotic Cabaret – Glad Day Bookstore, 598a Yonge St., Toronto


June 27, Saturday – 7:00-  Feature: Hot Summer Nights at Hirut, Hirut Restaurant, 2050 Danforth Ave., Toronto


September 3-6 – attending – Fan Expo


( I’ve registered already 🙂 )

October 18, Sunday – feature: Cabaret Noir: Inner Child Sacrifice



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