I got them flowing again last night by making this -- Brahms' Hungarian Dance #5 in ragtime.
And earlier this week, I finally got around to transcribing the "Piano Rag" song from the Animaniacs episode of the same name. Here I am trudging through it with my meager playing abilities: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpuuXHH_Mu0
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
One is a genius, and both are insane...
What the heck; I'll post this here too.
Sherri Stoner just asked people, for fun, "What are some Slappy cartoons you'd like to see?"
I thought about it at work today, and this short scene coalesced in my head:
SLAPPY is asleep. But she is wakened suddenly by a loud noise somewhat like a jackhammer.
SLAPPY
Oh, for the love of Charlie Sheen...
She rises and moves to her window high in her tree house, opening it. She yells below.
SLAPPY
Hey! Keep it down, will ya! Who do you think you are--
She stops herself as she notices the noise was not from a jackhammer and a construction worker, but some small device operated by BRAIN. Near Brain stands PINKY.
SLAPPY
Sheesh, the labor union must be downsizing.
From the mice's level now. Brain looks up to Slappy's window.
BRAIN
Actually, we are genetically engineered lab mice involved in an intricate plan to take over the world.
SLAPPY
Yeah? Well, I'm a chronologically engineered squirrel involved in a very simple plan of TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP!
She pulls her head back into her house. Brain, unfazed, prepares to continue working with his noisy gadget. Pinky remains looking up toward Slappy's window.
PINKY
Egad, Brain! I think that was Slappy Squirrel!
BRAIN
Who?
Brain re-activates the device, not really caring for the answer.
PINKY
Oh, I LOVE her cartoons! Zort!
As Brain speaks, Pinky's face, still looking up, becomes alarmed. On "you", he hurriedly moves O/S.
BRAIN
Pinky, how many times do I have to tell you: Cartoons aren't real!
Brain is oblivious both to Pinky's disappearance and to the growing shadow on his head. BLAM! The screen is filled with dust. As it clears, Pinky's head peeks into shot, and we see bits of Brain's gadget as well as bits of wood, wire and piano keys, all surrounding a beaten and battered Brain. He raises his head weakly.
BRAIN
Pianos! PIANOS are real...
Brain collapses.
IRIS OUT
Sherri Stoner just asked people, for fun, "What are some Slappy cartoons you'd like to see?"
I thought about it at work today, and this short scene coalesced in my head:
SLAPPY is asleep. But she is wakened suddenly by a loud noise somewhat like a jackhammer.
SLAPPY
Oh, for the love of Charlie Sheen...
She rises and moves to her window high in her tree house, opening it. She yells below.
SLAPPY
Hey! Keep it down, will ya! Who do you think you are--
She stops herself as she notices the noise was not from a jackhammer and a construction worker, but some small device operated by BRAIN. Near Brain stands PINKY.
SLAPPY
Sheesh, the labor union must be downsizing.
From the mice's level now. Brain looks up to Slappy's window.
BRAIN
Actually, we are genetically engineered lab mice involved in an intricate plan to take over the world.
SLAPPY
Yeah? Well, I'm a chronologically engineered squirrel involved in a very simple plan of TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP!
She pulls her head back into her house. Brain, unfazed, prepares to continue working with his noisy gadget. Pinky remains looking up toward Slappy's window.
PINKY
Egad, Brain! I think that was Slappy Squirrel!
BRAIN
Who?
Brain re-activates the device, not really caring for the answer.
PINKY
Oh, I LOVE her cartoons! Zort!
As Brain speaks, Pinky's face, still looking up, becomes alarmed. On "you", he hurriedly moves O/S.
BRAIN
Pinky, how many times do I have to tell you: Cartoons aren't real!
Brain is oblivious both to Pinky's disappearance and to the growing shadow on his head. BLAM! The screen is filled with dust. As it clears, Pinky's head peeks into shot, and we see bits of Brain's gadget as well as bits of wood, wire and piano keys, all surrounding a beaten and battered Brain. He raises his head weakly.
BRAIN
Pianos! PIANOS are real...
Brain collapses.
IRIS OUT
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