All Right, Seriously, WTF

I mean, really:

Blame Mary Robinette Kowal, I got it from her.

52 Comments on “All Right, Seriously, WTF”

  1. I laughed all along then went to Wikipedia and saw that it was written in 1825! Cat crazyness wasn’t invented with internet memes!

  2. These guys are pussies.

    (Anyway, unless and until the accompanist does the right thing and uses Cat Piano on an iPad, as I think we can all agree he ought, I refuse to take this group seriously.)

    Serious Music Fan R Serious!

  3. I really have no words. Probably because I’m trying desperately not to erupt into laughter in the middle of my office….

  4. This brings back memories, back in highschool (early 90’s) some people performed this piece or one quite like it. They did manage to make it more of a dialogue, and a nasty one at times as well.

  5. Hm. That’s two very interesting “kids in religious garb singing something funny” this week. This is a
    group of “silent monks singing Handel’s Messiah”. It’s full of awesome.

  6. Natalie – Delaware – I write about books and culture and whatever else strikes my fancy. I have so many opinions. I was a finalist for the Best Fan Writer Hugo in 2017.
    Natalie L.

    This made my cat come over to see what the hell I was watching. She seems to be slightly more disturbed than usual.

  7. We can blame Mary for sending it to you, but we’ll still blame you for posting it here.

    Thank goodness that wasn’t stuck in my head all day. Thank you iPod full of music goodness.

  8. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang for days

    Will the catholic church stop at nothing?!

  9. I rarely can understand the lyrics of the music I listen to. It is either in a Language I don’t understand (think Wagner) or the voice itself is unclear (think Mayhem).

    For someone who rarely understands lyrics, but likes the sound of the Human Voice, this is pretty cool.


  10. Oh you don’t know crazy like choral people crazy, a long and proud tradition of sopranos who need more oxygen and diva choir directors…It’s like all the most rabid aspects of sci-fi nerdery except about Bach.

  11. At least in this piece the performers can concentrate on getting the notes right. They don’t have to worry so much about remembering lyrics.

  12. Jeff O:

    That was hilarious. Who thinks up these things?!

  13. Nothing special, my cats did the same thing every morning. :-)

    I suspect the originator of this idea would fall in the category of “crazy old cat person”

  14. Okay, I couldn’t let it go and I did some research. This is a performance of Duet of Cats by Petits Chanteurs à la Croix de Bois from 1996. The blond boy is Hyacinthe de Moulins (I bet he got beat up a lot because of that name) and the dark-haired boy is Regis Mengus. Mengus is now an opera baritone.

  15. What I want to know is, how many times did they have to rehearse that before they could get through it without cracking up?

  16. Thanks to the Midnight Special (a folk radio show in Chicago with occasional aberrations), I grew up listening to the Victoria de los Angeles and Elizabeth Schwartzkopf version of this duet.

    Rossini has a lot to answer for, is all I can say.

    (Also, I have a digitized version, so if you want it, let me know.)

  17. Rossini? Yep, that’s one of the duets that all opera singers have to learn. At least the sopranos anyway. My favorite version is the one with 2 ladies did things like fake-hurl a hairball. :)

    Sam @ 18 – that is AWESOME. I say this as someone who has sung that piece in every part except Baritone. ForEverAndEver! Hallelujah!

  18. When I was in high school, and participated in three separate choirs (yeah, I was a lot more energetic back then), we often practiced our pieces by singing “meow meow” instead of the words. The director felt it was a good way to get us to focus on the notes instead of the words.

    Maybe this choir’s director went to the same music school mine did. :D

  19. Two of the sopranos in the choir I was in at university performed this one in the revues that we’d do. Also where I was introduced to “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park”.

  20. I much prefer it performed by female sopranos than male choir sopranos, but yes – hilarious – and fantastic to see in person as an encore or lighter choice in a serious recital…

  21. #45 —

    For a brief second, based on the title, I thought they were going to be holding cats and making the *cats* meow.

    That would be this one:

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