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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Bones And Grooves

You are going to a
Halloween Party
tomorrow
and you want some useless trivia to tell everyone so you look intelligent  while making small talk.
I tell this story almost every time I am getting an x-ray.
The story has been around for a six  decades,
but I first heard about it when I was watching a
Beatles Documentary.
  The story I found on the website
NPR
explains it all really well.
"Western music may have been changing the world in the 1950s, but if you happened to be in Russia you were out of luck. State censorship was in full effect in the Soviet Union, and sneaking in, say, an American rock record was close to impossible. But a few industrious music fans managed to find another way."
X-ray Audio
"What happened was, it's 1946 or so. The Second World War is over but a much colder war has begun, and in the Soviet Union a lot of culture was subject to a censor, whether it be art, paintings, architecture, film. In St. Petersburg, this guy turns up, and he had a war trophy with him. That war trophy was what's called a recording lathe: It's like a gramophone in reverse, a device which you can use to write the grooves of music onto plastic. People who came into his shop observed what he was doing, and, as is the Russian way, they bootlegged his machine and made their own machines. It was a bit like dealing or buying drugs, actually. These records were bought and sold on street corners, in dark alleyways, in the park."
There you have it.
You can now sound intelligent telling trivia to your friends at that
Halloween Party,
and how the ingenuity of a few
Russians
brought home
Rock N' Roll
to the
Soviet Union.

This is,
Trying To Carve Some Grooves Into Some Real Bones,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,


“The only truth is music.”
- Jack Kerouac -



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