Choppy Serenades

A couple of days ago I was arguing with a couple of friends whether ignorance is bliss. Well, when you’re listening to Nana Mouskouri’s alteration of Schubert’s serenade and it is ruined for you because you know that they radically modified the time signature so that the bass clef holds 6 8th notes instead of 8, and cut out the 7-minute-long piece to 3, making it stuck at the theme giving a ‘Minimalist’ air – I like it, just not as Schubert’s serenade anymore – it doesn’t click because now it sounds a beat away from a waltz, especially when you bust your ass practising how the treble clef part merges with the bass clef part in syncopation because of those extra cancelled two.

Ignorance IS bliss, because now I know that if I were Nana Mouskouri I’d just leave it out now wouldn’t I? Sing it like it is bitch! Covers don’t include messing with the fucking helix! That’s even worse than when I heard lady  Gaga’s cover of Coldplay’s Viva La Vida, oh the horror…

In the course of my blogger’s block, at times I retreated to polls, I asked people what to blog about, those who replied always gave the exact same line. “Blog about how sexy I am”. Well, do I look like I know sperm donors or does my blog hold some far-fetched resemblance to a dating site? I hate to disappoint you, but I will not blog about how sexy you are. Oh and did I mention that blogging about ‘how’ sexy you are beats blogger’s block at lack of potential substance? Go put on one of those “I’m with sexy” T-shirts, hold a two-metre long mirror at the side of the arrow’s head and take a walk down your block. Or better yet, try and cross a street while you’re at it. Amazing results I assure you. If you get ran over, resuscitated and eventually out alive you’ll literally ‘Bring sexy back’.

Oh for the love of coffee, people!

Which reminds me, there’s nothing you can do to skip reading the manual…except watch a video tutorial. Just make sure it’s the same machine or the cappuccino will be so wimpy it’ll start to taste like…well...it will  start to taste like wimpy cappuccino. The machine’s giving me the finger again. Yeh yeh I know it’s the steam, that’s its way of hiding it. You might be thinking that the machine has nothing to do with the cappuccino recipe right? However, getting confused as you go through it will provide enough time for the cappuccino to wimp out as you spill way too much milk trying to figure out what the hell you should be doing for the thing to turn out slurp-able.