Showing posts with label Manic Monday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manic Monday. Show all posts

12 November 2012

Weighty Marbles



In honor of the birthday of August Rodin, a blast from the past reprint.



Look into the face of Mary and see what the sculptor of the pieta did in 1499. Across her lap is the body of her 33 year old son, but her face is that of the teenage girl who first heard an angel announce that she was about to become an unwed mother. She had no guarantee that Joseph would marry her. She lived in a culture that severely punished anything that was considered immorality in women, yet she accepted the duty placed on her, and this is the way that duty ended with her beloved child dead in her arms not knowing yet where this road will end. There is grief on that face, but there is acceptance and trust in the future as well. Michaelangelo takes a block of hard, cold marble and makes you see the passion, glory and the ultimate end of doing one's duty no matter where it leads as a simple act of faith.

In 1972 a man by the name of LASZLO TOTH damaged the Pieta with a hammer. He was never charged with a criminal offense. On 29 January of the following year he was declared a dangerous person and was ordered confined to a mental hospital. On 9 February 1975, the Hungarian-born, Australian geologist was released from the hospital and deported from Italy as an undesirable alien. His act of madness had it's own result. The Vatican announced that the team of restorers attempting to repair the damage that Toth had inflicted on the Pieta had discovered a previously unknown secret signature of Michelangelo on the palm of the Madonna's left hand - an "M" fashioned from the skin lines reproduced in marble as another mark from the genius who brought her to life once more.

Several centuries later another great sculptor took on a similar subject. Marble was not August Rodin's favorite medium, yet he produced many famous ones such as The Kiss, The Lovers, and The Hand of God. Instead of marble he preferred the casting in bronze and one of his greatest is the Fallen Caryatid.


Years ago, Robert Heinlein used this bronze of the Caryatid in Stranger in a Strange Land to attempt to show beauty where apparently there was none. His words:

This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She's a good girl---look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone,not even the gods and still trying to shoulder her load, after she's crumpled under it.

But she's more than just good art denouncing bad art; she's a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not alone women---this symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out life in uncomplaining fortitude until they crumpled under their loads. It's courage...and victory. Victory in defeat, there is none higher. She didn't give up...she's still trying to lift that stone after it has crushed her...she's all the unsung heroes who couldn't make it but never quit.
So there you have two young girls, one in marble and the other in bronze trying to lift marble, who were asked to shoulder burdens way beyond their years. In the process they become examples to all of the glory that comes from simply doing what is right when it is necessary.

30 October 2009

Trick Or Treat - A Little of Both

Repost from Two Years Ago



Never has there been such a treat about turning tricks as the musical about the Chicken Ranch, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.

THE GIRLS

It's just a little bitty pissant country place,
nothing much to see
No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd,
plain as it can be
It's just a piddly squatin no time country place,
nothing to hide at all
Just lots of good will, and maybe one small thrill,
but there's nothing dirty going on




THE POLITICIAN

Now, Miss Mona, I don't know her,
though I've heard the name, oh yes.
But, of course I've no close contact,
so what she is doing I can only guess.
And now, Miss Mona, she's a blemish
on the face of that good town.
I am taking certain steps here,
someone somewhere's gonna have to close her down.

Ooh I love to dance a little sidestep,
now they see me now they don't- I've come and gone and,
ooh I love to sweep around the wide step,
cut a little swathe and lead the people on.

26 July 2009

Manic Monday - Final




I sincerely wish that Mo had not decided to end Manic Monday rather than hand it off to assistants, but it was his creation and his decision. Therefore, lets end on beauty with a lovely song about when the time finally comes to let go and say goodbye to something wonderful.



19 July 2009

Manic Monday - Curse




Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.


Supposedly because Shakespeare included real curses used by witches during his time, the witches placed a curse on "The Scottish Play" that exists to this day and requires specific actions to ward off disaster should you be foolish enough to utter the name of the play while inside a theater. The story of all the different disaster that have beset the producers and actors since 1604 can be found at
The Curse of Macbeth

For pure fun or just to find some curses other than the rather boring ones we use these days, there is the Elizbethan Curse Generator. Have fun being insulting or running up a few choice insults for your friends and acquaintances who have wronged you in some fashion.

For the Appropriate video: Witchy Woman by the Eagles



03 July 2009

Manic Monday - Country



I could do one of the almost requisite Fourth of July posts, but the Manic Monday subject makes it possible to combine the two ideas and take the weekend off. The word country just happens to fit in with my current reading list as I'm about half way through "The Garth Factor" by Patsi Bale Cox. Patsi and I hang out on a political web site, so I consider her a friend as well as a very good writer. She knows country music about as well as any human being can, and it shows in all of the books she has written about some of the major stars of the business.

Having worked at a Country music station for five years while listening to the music a minimum of nine hours a day, five days a week, not to mention weekend remotes, I developed an appreciation for the range of styles and voices that I hadn't had before. This time at KNAX happened to closely coincide with the Garth phenomenon and the whole explosion of country music as a major genre. One thing you come to appreciate is the underlying themes of home, family, love, and really great lyrics that actually say something. What made Garth so remarkable was that while paying tribute to all of those values, he wasn't afraid to take on new issues.

In one of my favorite Brooks songs he is brave enough to say that there is always room for improvement. Even a country as great as ours still has a lot to do to bring the rights we herald to all of our citizens and with a lot of hard work, love and acceptance to the rest of the world. So as we celebrate our historical Independence, let us look forward to a time when "We Shall Be Free".









28 June 2009

Rock On


This IKONOS satellite image of Ayers Rock was collected Jan. 17, 2004. Ayers Rock is located in Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, 280 miles southwest of Alice Springs, Australia. It is the world's largest monolith, an Aboriginal sacred site and Australia's most famous natural landmark.



This is the view as you approach Ayers Rock ( Uluru) from the desert. The link above will take you to a site with the full history and explanation of the myths or the dreamtime when the rock was created.




Welcome to another Manic Monday with Morgen. Don't forget to cruise by Manic Monday Headquarters for other participants.

21 June 2009

Pop Goes The Weasel



The Nursery Rhyme "Pop Goes The Weasel" refers to pawning. A weasel is a coat from Cockney rhyming slang (weasel and stoat for coat) and to "pop" is to pawn. It was traditional for even poor people to own a suit, which they wore as their 'Sunday Best'. When times were hard or they needed drinking money for the "Eagle", they would pawn their suit, or coat, and claim it back before Sunday. Hence the term " Pop goes the Weasel"

There are several versions of this famous nursery rhyme. Here is one of my favorites:

All around the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun
Pop! Goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

A half a pound of tuppenny rice,
A half a pound of treacle.
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! Goes the weasel.

Up and down the London road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! Goes the weasel.I

I've no time to plead and pine,
I've no time to wheedle,
Kiss me quick and then I'm gone
Pop! Goes the weasel.

Back in 1961 Anthony Newley did a jazzed up version of this children's favorite and this video features the history as well:





Welcome to another Manic Monday with Morgen. Don't forget to cruise by Manic Monday Headquarters for other participants.

14 June 2009

Manic Monday - Shower



The first time I heard "Sweet Baby James", I was permanently ensconced in the James Taylor fan club, even if "Steamroller Blues" on the same album made me wince a little every time I heard the lyrics (well I was only in my early 20s and it was a different era). The link above will tell you about all his struggles with depression and self commitment to a mental hospital. His heroin addiction has been recounted often, along with his Marital problems with Carly Simon followed by divorce, recovery and remarriage. He has now seemingly reached an age and peaceful acceptance with his life. Through it all, at every stage, there was the poetry and music.

If somewhere along the line, you got stuck back with Fire and Rain, then it is time for a visit to his website to hear selections from his latest album, "Covers" and check out tour dates or just to catch up on the albums of the last 40 plus years.

So how does this all fit in with this week's Manic Monday? One of the older songs with a fitting message from 1976's "In The Pocket" album: Shower The People








Welcome to another Manic Monday with Morgen. Don't forget to cruise by MM HQ at the Manic Monday blog. Today's theme is Shine.

07 June 2009

Manic Monday - That's Why They Call Me Shine



My first thought with this word was Dooley Wilson as "Sam" singing "That's Why They Call Me Shine" in the uncut movie Casablanca. It is a fun uptempo song that also happens to be loaded with racial stereotypes. When cut for television, the editors cut many of Sam's musical numbers, but even when they keep some, this is the song that always goes away. When you watch Dooley Wilson, he seems to be having a ball singing it which has always struck me as a little odd, and I wanted to know the history of the song. There was a major surprise waiting for me. It turns out there is a whole introduction that is not included in the movie that is directly connected to the 1900 race riots in New York City.

The lyrics were written in 1910 by Cecil Mack who co-founded what was likely the first black owned musical publishing company in New York. The music was by Ford Dabney, a black band leader and long time associate of James Reese Europe. Among the most noted early performers of the song were George Walker and Bert Williams who were probably the most famous black vaudevillians of their day.

It seems there was a real Samuel Johson who was attacked in the riots. The intro lyric that refers to "Pipe The Shine" is a reference to beatings during the riots. Without the intro as originally written, the song appears to be an insult to African Americans when it was actually written to lessen the pain of the name calling and claiming a dignity not afforded to them at the time. The "recorded by" list of the song is virtually every great black performer from 1910 to today as well as some of the best of the white blues performers who took it on as a jazz anthem.

So let's all sing along with a lesson learned. When things are very, very bad, we can all find a reason to

SHINE

When I was born they christened me plain Samuel Johnson Brown
But I hadn't grown so very big, 'fore some folks in this town
Had changed it 'round to "Sambo"; I was "Rastus" to a few
Then "Chocolate Drop" was added by some others that I knew
And then to cap the climax, I was strolling down the line
When someone shouted, "Fellas, hey! Come on and pipe the shine!"
But I don't care a bit. Here's how I figure it:


SHINE
(Lew Brown / Ford Dabney / Cecil Mack)

Recorded by: Harry Allen; Dave Apollon; Louis Armstrong; Sidney Bechet; Acker Bilk; Ruby Braff; Jim Buchmann; Albert Burbank; Chazz Cats; Rosemary Clooney; Al Cohn Quintet; Ken Collyer; Roy Cooder; Billy Cotton & his Band; Bing Crosby; Putney Dandridge; Chris Daniels; Eddie Daniels; Wild Bill Davidson; Dolly Dawn; Barrett Deems; Vic Dickenson; Diz Disley; Roy Eldridge; Les Elgart; Herb Ellis; Lars Erstrand; Eureka Brass Band; Ella Fitzgerald; Chris Florey; Pete Fountain; Four Bales of Cotton; Stan Getz; Nat Gonella; Benny Goodman; Stephane Grappelli; Scott Hamilton; Pat Hawes; Milt Hinton; Art Hodes; Hot Club USA; Hot Strings; Dick Hyman Group; Harry James; Bunk Johnson; Freddy Johnson; Louis Jordan; Mikole E. Kaar; Janet Klein; Frankie Laine; Tim Laughlin; Harry Levine & his Strictly from Dixie Jazz Band; Wingy Manone; Gary Miller; The Mills Brothers; Moreno; Moss & Jacobs; Jimmy Noone; Kid Ory; Poker Dots; Louis Prima; Quintet of the Hot Club of France; Django Reinhardt; Kermit Ruffins; Eric Schneider; Boyd Senter; Frank Sinatra; Willie "The Lion" Smith;Southern Jazz; Jesse Stafford; Harry Strutters Hot Rhythm Orch.;Ralph Sutton; Swedish Jazz Kings; Jack Teagarden; Rene Thomas; Bill Trujillo; Joe Venuti; Chick Webb & his Orch.; White Lightnin' Washboard Band.
 Cause my hair is curly
Just because my teeth are pearly
Just because I always wear a smile
Like to dress up in the latest style
Cause I'm glad I'm livin'
I take these troubles all with a smile
Just because my color's shady,
That's the difference, maybe, why they call me

Shine, sway your blues'ies.
Why don't you shine?
Start with your shoes'ies.
Shine each place up, make it look like new.
Shine your face up,
I want to see you wear a smile or two.
Why don't you shine your these and thoseies?
You'll find everything gonna turn out right fine
Folks will shine up to ya'
Everybody's gonna howdy doody do-ya'
You'll make the whole world shine

Oh chocolate drop, that's me...
Cause my hair is curly, (man's got curly hair)
Now just because my teeth are pearly, (also got pearly teeth)
Just because I always wear a smile, (oh keep on smiling)
Like to dress us, babe, in the latest style.
Cause I'm glad I'm livin'
I take these troubles all with a smile
Now just because my color's shady (you's a shady baby)
That's the difference, maybe, why they call me...

Shine away your blues'ies
Shine, start with your shoes'ies
You'll make the whole world shine

So here are two versions of a great song performed by two of the greatest: Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong





31 May 2009

Manic Monday - Spice



The term Spice Islands most commonly refers to the Maluku Islands (formerly the Moluccas), which lie on the equator, between Sulawesi (Celebes) and New Guinea in what is now Indonesia, and were once the only source of cloves, mace and nutmeg.

So much for the dry terminology. What it doesn't tell you is the whole of history just might be tied to "What's for dinner?". Spices bring up visions of caravans crossing great expanses to bring the colors and scents of far off places to the world. Just the names conjure up images of equatorial heat and lush tropical surroundings.

I've always preferred spicy to sweet usually phrased as preferring foods that "bite back". When it comes to cakes, one of my favorites is a spice cake where all those lovely flavors aren't overwhelmed by sugar. Here is one that is easy to make and can be eaten plain or with a cream cheese icing.

SPICE CAKE

INGREDIENTS

2 1/2 cups bleached all-purpose flour
1/4 cup cornstarch
4 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1 cup milk
3 large eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup unsalted butter, softened until easily spreadable
2 cups dark brown sugar

DIRECTIONS

Adjust oven rack to middle position and preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Grease and lightly flour a 9-by-13-inch pan.

Whisk dry ingredients and spices in a large bowl.
Mix milk, eggs and vanilla extract in a 2-cup measuring cup.

Beat softened butter into dry ingredients, first on low, then medium, until mixture forms pebble-sized pieces.

Add about 1/3 of the milk mixture and beat on low until smooth. Add remaining milk mixture in two stages; beat on medium speed until batter is just smooth. Add the sugar; beat until just incorporated, about 30 seconds. Pour batter into cake pan.

Bake until a cake tester or toothpick inserted into the cake's center comes out clean, about 40 minutes. Set pan on a wire rack; let cool for 5 minutes. Run a knife around the pan perimeter and turn cake onto rack. Let cool.

Now just to show what pictures the names of spices can create, here is Langston Hughes extolling the beauty of the many shades of black women with "Harlem Sweeties".

Harlem Sweeties
by Langston Hughes

Have you dug the spill
Of Sugar Hill?
Cast your gims
On this sepia thrill:
Brown sugar lassie,
Caramel treat,
Honey-gold baby
Sweet enough to eat.
Peach-skinned girlie,
Coffee and cream,
Chocolate darling
Out of a dream.
Walnut tinted
Or cocoa brown,
Pomegranate-lipped
Pride of the town.
Rich cream-colored
To plum-tinted black,
Feminine sweetness
In Harlem’s no lack.
Glow of the quince
To blush of the rose.
Persimmon bronze
To cinnamon toes.
Blackberry cordial,
Virginia Dare wine—
All those sweet colors
Flavor Harlem of mine!
Walnut or cocoa,
Let me repeat:
Caramel, brown sugar,
A chocolate treat.
Molasses taffy,
Coffee and cream,
Licorice, clove, cinnamon
To a honey-brown dream.
Ginger, wine-gold,
Persimmon, blackberry,
All through the spectrum
Harlem girls vary—
So if you want to know beauty’s
Rainbow-sweet thrill,
Stroll down luscious,
Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.


23 May 2009

Manic Monday - Memorial


It is for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.
— Abraham Lincoln

Embedding of this video is forbidden, but if you haven't seen Trace Adkin's "Arlington", it is well worth watching. Have a handkerchief handy before hitting "PLAY".

We are all familiar with the great Veterans cemeteries in the U.S. such as Arlington or the huge D-Day cemetery in France where so many from the Normandy invasion lay at rest, but on Monday night your local PBS station will air "Hallowed Grounds". This documentary shows the price of that "last measure of devotion" as it tells the stories of the cemeteries located around the world where U.S. service men and women from two world wars are interred.

Once you have paid your respects in your own way, you might want to take time to remember the joys of life for yourself and how you might choose to be celebrated with this wonderful poem by Jake Thackray.

The Last Will and Testament
by Jake Thackray

I, the under-mentioned, by this document
Do declare my true intentions, my last will, my testament.
When I turn up my toes, when I rattle my clack, when I agonise,
I want no great wet weepings, no tearing of hair, no wringing of hands,
No sighs, no lack-a-days, no woe-is-me's and none of your sad adieus.
Go, go, go and get the priest and then go get the booze.

Death, where is thy victory? Grave, where is thy sting?
When I snuff it bury me quickly, then let carousels begin -
But not a do with a few ham sandwiches, a sausage roll or two and "A small port wine, please".
Roll the carpet right back, get cracking with your old Gay Gordons
And your knees up, shake it up, live it up, sup it up, hell of a kind of a time.
And if the coppers come around, well, tell them the party's mine.

Let best beef be eaten, fill every empty glass,
Let no breast be beaten, let no tooth be gnashed.
Don't bother with a fancy tombstone or a big-deal angel or a little copper flower pot:
Grow a dog-rose in my eyes or a pussy-willow
But no forget-me-nots, no epitaphs, no keepsakes; you can let my memory slip.
You can say a prayer or two for me soul then, but - make it quick.

Lady, if your bosom is heaving don't waste your bosom on me.
Let it heave for a man who's breathing, a man who can feel, a man who can see.
And to my cronies: you can read my books, you can drive around in my motor car.
And you can fish your trout with my fly and tackle, you can play on my guitar,
And sing my songs, wear my shirts. You can even settle my debts.
You can kiss my little missus if she's willing then, but - no regrets.

Your rosebuds are numbered;
Gather them now for rosebuds' sake.
And if your hands aren't too encumbered
Gather a bud or two for Jake.

17 May 2009

Manic Monday - Shadow




Now were you really expecting me to put up something else?

"Me and My Shadow" was written in 1927. It is credited to Al Jolson, Billy Rose, and Dave Dreyer, but was probably music by Dreyer and lyrics by Rose. In the Sinatra/Davis version above, the lyrics "as close as Bobby to JFK" were added for the famous Summit at the Sands with the Rat Pack who were in Vegas filming the original "Oceans Eleven".

From the same era, one of the most beautiful songs ever written for a soap opera of a movie whose only redeeming virtue was the scenery both natural and human: The Shadow of Your Smile



03 May 2009

Manic Monday - Pines





This is an easy Manic Monday. All I have to do is write a commercial for one of my favorite places in the world: The Pines Resort at Bass Lake in California. If and when that lottery prize happens, it will mean a cabin near the tiny town that consists almost totally of the resort, a grocery store, a hardware store, an old time theater with fresh popped pop corn, a gift shop, a laundry, a gas station and a post office because everybody who lives in the surrounding mountains comes there (often on horse or mule) to get their mail.

You are less than a half hour from some of the most magnificent skiing or the gate to Yosemite or with another hour to the floor to gaze up at El Capitan. The Mono Indian museum and reservation are down the road a bit and Paul Bunyan and Babe leave their foot and hoof prints on the main street of Northfork within a short drive. On your doorstep is a bathwater warm lake in summer that is filled with fish year round. You want a moonlight cruise ... they have it. You want a four star restaurant ... they have it. You want a cabin with no phone and only the sound of whispering trees ... they have it. You want high life, hot tub, luxury suite, and a rowdy bar with dance floor ... why they have it. Even best for me in the fall after the summer families have left and before the snow bunnies arive, it is drizzly and quiet by a warm fireplace, with a stack of books, and a beautiful view of the empty lake just begging you to come out and walk among the trees.

Now that I've told you about it, you can go look at the pretty pictures on the link, but if you go there, don't tell too many people. We wouldn't want it getting too crowded.



The musical selection another location for trees with Respighi's "The Pines of Rome" as a tone poem under the sea from Disney's Fantasia.

26 April 2009

Manic Monday - Warm



The instant I saw this week's word, my brain took a time travel trip and said, "Listen To The Warm" by Rod McKuen
"It doesn't matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love"
--Rod McKuen

Suddenly there I was in Northern California with a hippie brother in law and his friends camping out on the floors of our terribly middle class tract home and cooking their macrobiotic recipes in our kitchen while strange smells wafted from the smoke drifting in from the patio. They eventually finished hitch hiking their way to San Francisco where there just happens to be a street by the name of Stanyan.

Over the next few years, you couldn't go anywhere without seeing Rod McKuen's name on a book, on a record, being interviewed on TV, translating the work of Jaques Brell and having his songs sung by everyone from Glenn Yarborough to Frank Sinatra. I loved the poetry and the music and that mellow voice describing all sorts of intimacies among the shadows of blowing draperies across tumbled sheets of a well used bed. Romantics all over the world became more than a little overheated to the sound and words of Rod McKuen.

Imagine my surprise more than four decades later to find that Mr. McKuen is still writing, still performing, still traveling, and still rattling more than a few cages. What's more he has web pages and a bibliography which you can access through the link on his name above. As an alternative, you can just sit back and listen to the warm with a story about "A Cat Named Sloopy".



or "Jean" The Oscar nominated song written and performed by Rod McKuen for the film The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie




And last, the McKuen English lyrics to a beautiful Jaques Brel song
sung by Julio Iglesias - if you go away - ne me quitte pas



19 April 2009

Manic Monday - Plant




Rock and Roll Grew Up
and
Moved to the Country







Robert Plant
Voted Best Rock and Roll
Lead Singer with Led Zeppelin









Robert Plant 2007
with Alison Krauss
The Making of Raising Sand
Winner of the Grammy Award for Album of the Year

Plant, was made a Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE) in the Queen's New Year's Honors list for his services to music and the entertainment industry.

03 April 2009

Manic Monday - A Fantastic Trip



Come, and trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe
Painting by Robert Anning Bell.


This is going up early as I have a busy, out of control weekend ahead, and I want Mo to see this before he departs:

Mo, our Manic Monday creator and host, is about to take a trip in order to "Trip the light fantastic" in London. For those not familiar with this somewhat archaic phrase, it means to dance lightly and gracefully. This is appropriate for Mo since a version of this meaning of "trip" first appears in works by Shakespeare and Milton:

The Tempest, written in 1611:

Before you can say come, and go,
And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:
Each one tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop, and mowe. (grimace)

In the poem L'Allegro by John Milton, published in 1645

Come, and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty;

The phrase became popular to more modern ears with the song "Sidewalks of New York" in 1894.

East Side, West Side, all around the town
The tots sang "ring-a-rosie," "London Bridge is falling down"
Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke
Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York

From there trip did a complete alteration or variation to "Skipped the Light Fandango" possibly to make it clearer to modern ears that trip and skip were synonymous and "fantastic" was a dance similar to the "Fandango". So whether he trips or skips, let's hope that Mo's TRIP to London is absolutely FANTASTIC and as with the end of My Best Friend's Wedding: "Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God there will be dancing!"

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For music I could have pulled up "Skip to my Lou", but this meme allows me to post two of my favorite songs with a flair for the Fandango:



Skip The Light Fandango with Procol Harem and A Whiter Shade of Pale



Trip The Light Fandango with Susan Terry singing "The Miller's Son" from Sondheim's "A Little Night Music"

30 March 2009

Manic Monday - Bird





You just knew that if the word was bird
Then here the howls would be owls.

Just recently, I came across The Owl Pages which have more than anyone other than an ornithologist would want to know about owls. They have articles on everything from the physiology to the sounds of the different species. It you just like owls, there are pictures of living birds, owl paintings, and even tattoos to add to your body art collection. My favorite pages are about owls in mythology as viewed by many cultures over the centuries from wisdom and prophecy to the companion of witches and other dark forces. These beautiful birds of silent flight have stirred the imagination of all who have ever seen them

For your musical selection this week, two different blackbirds.



Paul McCartney wrote Blackbird about the civil rights struggle for blacks after reading about race riots in the US. (Blackbirds referred to anyone kidnapped for slaves on ships out of Africa).

Only 3 things were recorded: Paul's voice, his acoustic guitar, and a tapping. According to the video The Complete Beatles, the tap was not a foot or metronome - the Master was intentionally scratched. If you listen closely you will notice that is sounds like a scratch on a record. Birds were dubbed in later.

Blackbird Singing is the title of a book of poems McCartney wrote.



The much more uptempo (though it has been sung as a lament) jazz standard "Bye Bye Blackbird" from the 1920s, here with dance choreographed by Bob Fosse for Liza Minnelli in Liza With A Z.

The story told by Chicago singer Mae Arnotte was that the song is about a “lady” fed up with the city and the “blackbirds” or “johns” and wanting to return home to her mother. And another version based on the same story explained that the “blackbirds” referred to the city of New York.

22 March 2009

Manic Monday - Wet



Confession time. I LOVE being wet. Maybe it is that Pisces thing, but take me too far from water and the whole system goes into protest. All the rest of you can have the sunshine. That stuff is only good if you are in the ocean, in a river, in a pool, in a hot tub, or splashing in the small pond of a desert oasis. You can have some sun baked isle. Give me a rain forest. As a child my reaction to heat was even more extreme. In the era before real air conditioning other than a swamp cooler, I was known to take to the bathtub and not exit before nightfall. If there is lightening, I'm at the window waiting for the cloudburst and watching the show.

While I was in DC, I found out that they close apartment swimming pools in the winter - What sort of vicious plot is this, letting a little thing like snow on the roof interfere with floating bodies? Luckily the city has a rather pleasant river called the Potomac for visitation if not swimming purposes. One year a big musical did its pre-Broadway tryouts at the Kennedy Center which has a nice river view, and nothing could keep me away from a show with two different ways to get wet!

River In The Rain from Big River



Just hunting for the above, led me through all of the "rain" songs on You Tube, and here is my absolute favorite:

Rainy Days and Mondays - Paul Williams



You can imagine how many windy, stormy, foggy, and misty musical opportunities there were on You Tube. So do you have a favorite "wet" song?



15 March 2009

Manic Monday - What's Your Party Piece?


WHAT'S YOUR PARTY PIECE?


A "party piece" is some small exhibition of talent via song, poem, joke or instrumental performance that entertains or impresses friends and guests at a social gathering. Back when a gathering of friends didn't include any object operated by electricity, everyone was expected to pitch in to entertain the gathering. People were expected to join in games such as "The Minister's Cat", tell jokes or share their particular prepared bit. In addition to the usual games and music of piano or song, one of the most popular entertainments was the declamation of a long poem, comedy routine or dramatic recitation such as you might read about in Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, or Pride and Prejudice.

The Soliloquies of Shakespeare or ballad poetry of the type written by Noyes, Longfellow, Burns or Service lends itself well to this type of performance, though the hundreds of lines in The Song of Hiawatha or Tam O' Shanter probably would have been a bit much. One of my favorite Service poems that fits the theme is The Cremation of Sam McGee with its comic phrases:

I was sick with dread, but I bravely said:
"I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . .
Then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
In the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
And he said: "Please close that door.

It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
You'll let in the cold and storm --
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
It's the first time I've been warm.


Since St. Patrick's Day looms you can memorize the lyrics to the following for your next party piece: Finnegan's Wake




08 March 2009

Manic Monday - Full



Another Manic Monday rolls around and for the first time, Mo's logo simply didn't match in any way the first thoughts to go leaping across the brain. Instead of full as in the top of a glass, I thought of full as in complete which immediately brought to mind one of my favorite poems within the plays of Shakespeare.

Full Fathom Five
from The Tempest by William Shakespeare

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong,
Hark! Now I hear them – Ding-dong, bell.

Now I could have wandered off into Sylvia Plath's poem by the same name that borrows from the images, but that is way too depressing being all about parental death and suicide. If you like that sort of thing, go read Plath. I'll avoid her as much as possible. So let's go elsewhere.

For a long time, pop song writers have stolen classical themes and turned them into songs. You can find a pretty complete list here. I have many favorites including "Moonlight Love"" from Debussy's Claire de Lune that has now been rediscovered by a host of fans courtesy of the movie Twilight. Then there is "Stranger in Paradise" in the Broadway musical Kismet - based on a theme from Alexander Borodin's Polovtsian Dances.

The popular song that fits with today's theme is another favorite that became a big hit for Frank Sinatra, Full Moon and Empty Arms based on the melody from Rachmaninoff's Second Piano Concerto