Music

Yodel-Spotting: Lapsed-Mennonites, Yodeling Truck Drivers, Japanese Carnivores in Lederhosen, and Soft-Core Tyrolean Yodel Porn

Dogs go through life following their noses from dog truffle to urine tag. I careen through life from yodel to yodel. Call it research, audio hallucination, or hyper-sensitivity, but I hear everything—anti-terrorism, the olympics, pop music, politics, sirens, “Bee-ah hee-ah” vendors at Yankee Stadium—through the ears of a yodel “expert.” Fixations, phobias, and zealotry give “purpose” to our wanderings.

An Injury to One Is an Injury to All: Kenny Wollesen and His Marching Band at Zebulon

“Most people, when you talk to them, aren’t really saying what they mean,” says drummer extraordinaire Kenny Wollesen. “ They’ve always got some kind of thing they’re fronting.

His Way (Not Hers)

“Hey Frankie,” says Butts Gianconi as he fiddles with the turntable. “Check this out. It’s a big hit in France. ‘Je nuh regret ree-in.’”

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MAR 2006

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