“I do not Tweet. Writing is work, and I take it seriously, and I don’t necessarily want to be dropping half-baked things into the universe all the time. And I don’t have time — I have a kid, I have work, I don’t have time to, like, type what kind of sandwich I had into the computer and send it into the universe.”—
No hatin’ on Tina, but that makes about as much sense as:
I do not Tweet sketch. Writing Painting is work, and I take it seriously, and I don’t necessarily want to be dropping half-baked things into the universe all the time. And I don’t have time — I have a kid, I have work, I don’t have time to, like, type sketch what kind of sandwich I had into the computer on a postcard and send it into the universe.” drop it in the mailbox.
Ugh, seriously. And that sandwich line? Old comedian is old.
It’s so cute how she is making the exact same “Twitter is lame” speech that everyone who isn’t on Twitter makes. It is the speech of the uninitiated. Twitter IS writing practice, it makes you focus, requires attention, makes you precise. It forces you to extract only the juicy bits out of an idea, there’s no room to meander all over the place. As for time, Twitter takes NO time. A thought pops into my head, I type it, I hit send. If I don’t have time to catch up on my timeline, I just don’t, simple. Twitter isn’t about producing the funniest zinger, getting on the most lists (hey, remember lists?), or gathering the most stars, and it’s definitely not about sandwiches (unless you’re time-travelling from 2008). For me, Twitter is more about being inspired by the sizzling brainpower of hivemind. But I’m sure as a comedy writer, she would be held to a much higher standard than the rest of us, so I will give her a pass this time. One pass, lady! - Melissa
“Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I’ve never been able to start or finish anything.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via misplacedjoanofarc)
He achieves an intensely rhythmic delivery of the lyrics without losing legato and musical momentum, something a lot of classical singers struggle with, especially when interpreting the many staccato and accent markings that crowd scores by Bellini, Donizetti, etc.
Love it! Reblogging because this is my childhood apple pie/porch swing memory right here: metal singers (my brother’s favorite music) analytically broken down by a classical singer (my mom). Takes me back.