Alas, no song will be posted today. It will be forthcoming, as will a penitential cover.
Which means one shall be forthcoming soon. And a penitential cover.
So it goes.
And today is the day there should be a song.
So we owe you a song. And a penitential cover. Hmm.
I’m taking a moment, with Archie McPhee, to celebrate the birth of a science dude.
Check this out:
Forget your Variety and your Rolling Stone. The Guild of Scientific Troubadours just received positive notice from a writer for New Scientist.
Over the transom this morning, I just got word of an amazing science-music-art project that combined six University College London biomedical researchers with six bands to make a pretty great album:
No, really. A religion and science joke.
A Higgs boson walks into St. Patrick’s Cathedral on a fine Sunday morning. The monsignor looks up and reacts angrily, “Get thee behind me, Higgs boson, and leave our place of worship!” The Higgs boson turns on his heel and says, “Fine. But you’ll regret it. You can’t have mass without me.”
If you’ve noticed me referring obliquely to a “special project” lately, or to “having a thing” that’s taking up my time since April or so, this is it. The thing.
This is what I’ve been working on for the past few months. Just a taste. There’s more to come. [...]