Thank you to my friend Mike for this.
When jazz legend Charles Mingus died in 1979, he left behind quite a legacy (all that follows is from the official website):
-a uniquely important place in twentieth century music
-inspirational work as bass player, pianist, bandleader and composer.
-nearly 70 albums as a bandleader
-a discography chock-full of treasures
–one toilet training manual for house cats.
Quote: “Don’t be surprised if you hear the toilet flush in the middle of the night. A cat can learn how to do it, spurred on by his instinct to cover up.”
The method progrssively cuts down on the use of newspaper, so may be indeed be a parable for our times….
When jazz legend Charles Mingus died in 1979, he left behind quite a legacy (all that follows is from the official website):
-a uniquely important place in twentieth century music
-inspirational work as bass player, pianist, bandleader and composer.
-nearly 70 albums as a bandleader
-a discography chock-full of treasures
–one toilet training manual for house cats.
Quote: “Don’t be surprised if you hear the toilet flush in the middle of the night. A cat can learn how to do it, spurred on by his instinct to cover up.”
The method progrssively cuts down on the use of newspaper, so may be indeed be a parable for our times….
Categories: miscellaneous
That has to be the bizarrest story I’ve read online all week!
I’m wondering too. Sue Mingus’s Tonight at Noon has only one reference to a cat that I have found so far. On page 121 there is a story of the Minguses arriving at a locked-up house with two German Shepherd dogs called Muttley and Brunhilda (!), of Brunhilda killing a siamese cat, and Mingus insisting that the dead cat be (a) placed in the middle of a road ; when this idea was rejected (b) trying to revive it under cold water and (c) placing it in the salad compartment of the fridge.Back to the music ASAP I think….
Chris Parker writes: I think that Ben Stiller/Robert De Niro film, “Meet the Parents” http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0212338/plotsummaryalso features a cat that disposes of its crap in this way; perhaps Sue Mingus should beafter the film-makers for royalties, as she is (so commendably) all the time with rogue record companies exploiting the more musicalmanifestations of CM’s work…
When I told Mingus that I had named my dog after him, he asked, “What kind of dog?”
“A dobermann,” I replied.
He nodded and said that was okay. Then he told me that someone had named a Greenwich Village beauty parlor after him, and that was not okay.