Oh, man, that sucks. Just three years after he regained the right to use of his own name in his company (Moog having become a trademark of another company when he was forced to sell off the assests of his original company), he was diagnosed with brain cancer. Three months later, this.
I would guess you have to have to be an afficianado of a certain period and style of music for Moog to be a household word, but you’ve heard the sound of his synthesizers whether you know it or not.
Tonight we went to a wine tasting dinner at Panzanella (featuring the wines of Hanover Park Vineyard, which were quite good, incidentally, as was the food). We went with a couple of friends, but ended up, as one would hope, talking with the other people at the table quite extensively.
One of whom mentioned, apropos of something that I forget, the existence of the Rap Canterbury Tales.
I really don’t know what one can add beyond the obvious, that the existence of such a thing is both delightful and horrifying.
Almost six weeks with nary a post. Nothing at all for July.
I’d love to have some excuse–that I was busy with work or something–but the changes to my schedule that did, in fact, happen are not actually the cause. I just haven’t had much to say.