transcript of the outbursts from my room

[ritaxis]

". . . oh no! They have pheasant feathers on their heads!"
"It's folkmusic? A brass band . . . and inexcusible embroidery . . ."
"Really inexcusable embroidery . . ."
"Cut-ogg vests with more inexcusable emroidery . . . that's cutwork on those sleeves . . ."
"and they're singing about Moravian girls . . ."

"is it all like that? Polkas. Dogdamnit."

And then the cat bit me on the chin.

It's here, but if you can't enjoy polka-playing brass bands with inexcusable emroidery and pheasant feathers on their heads, maybe you'd better click on this one instead.

edit: it gets worse (arguably): "Glory, glory Hallelujah" as a light-hearted dance tune. With a conga line. "Eva @ Vašek" do not wear pheasant feathers, but they do adapt American country music in inexplicable ways.

Comments

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

The polka-playing brass band was ever so cheerful, but I had just about got used to the man wearing sleeves made out of doilies when the women appeared. Not only did they have doily aprons, but they had pouffy sleeves! But I did enjoy the music.

By the way, are they pheasant feathers on the hats or cockerel tail feathers? All our pheasants are brown with fairly straight tails, but perhaps there are other varieties?

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

I really don't know! I saw long thin feathers and assumed they were from pheasants (maybe because it rhymes with peasant).