PING! Krustov...films

Yeah, I'm away.

But, before, films...

Actually now it's got through that in some
settings I shall be watching movies, with
a corresponding revision of the semiosic
value of the video as equivalent to a cough
or the rattling of milk bottles (man who has
a milkman anymore) or a mental jump up
a rung on the ladder of priorities that I've
got work to get to and wouldn't really want
to get engrossed...but still...too many are
little more than a fair half hour spun out
too long or a real story compressed into
an articificial framework suited to midwest
population geography structured on a county
level in a car culture.

But still, there's time for one last anecdote
for now, and I'm hoping as a film fan you
can justify your uncritical promotion of the
medium by referring me to the film I really
am going to want to have watched before
I embark on my latest quest, if I can be
bothered.

I don't know if it was late or just a winter
evening and I'd been in the pub a while,
but I remember ending up back at a house
where there was a guitar.

It wasn't a particularly great one not at
first sight, its saddle just beginning to
break away - that's the bit where the
strings tie onto near the hole where
the sound comes out when you play.

The intonation certainly seemed lousy
and its owner couldn't play, so was not
in any position to tell me how sweet or
screechy, sharp or flat, it had always used
to be.

Or at least, that's if you compute using
logic, but I'm not sure if they'd read any
energy-saving leaflets.

But yes I'd set about tuning the intonation,
seeing as the bridge was already loose,
on firm enough it was going nowhere...
....except onto a grievance list.

So yeah. gist is I went to someone's
house saw a neglected guitar and set
about using what could be referred to
as a window of opportunity to tweak it.

This did not make me popular.

Had it not been for the fact that I've ended
up concluding the saddle on one I fixed
a couple of years back had ultimately
been "helped" adrift, assisted in its divorce
from the instrument proper, while my
back was turning elsewhere and had not
this very same person it seems been raised
as a pendulous threat in a semi-Foucaldian
manner in a later communication transaction
during which much disparate and irrelevant
politics was dumped on my duvet I would
never have even thought they were the
same instrument.

Not that it matters. I was right, I was right
and I did a good job and it's a charming
instrument with character.

Now, and I do sympathise here, I gather
the instrument I tweaked the intonation
on (and I did, and it's a scale thing) was
an heirloom of some kind.

So on the basis I don't want to send it
back down the channels by which it came
to me as I wouldn't mind an opinion on it
from someone who a) can play and b) did
play it, and no I'm setting about tracking
anyone down over the Internet as although
its original fine scent sighs and releases
when the instrument is warmed up it, if
anything, has a slight tang of vegetable
oil to it now due to it being kept to hand
and played.

So any handbacks have to be real world
and so does any tracing of people. And this
is because I really do seem to recall it was
an heirloom of some abstract value independent
of any requirement it be cherished and played.

And because she was a knife above me
at the one fixed point in the known universe.

What film would you recommend I watch?

If your answer was Paris, Texas you are wrong.

G DAEB
COPYRIGHT (C) 2008 SIPSTON
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