Monday, October 17, 2016

Obernkitchen Children's Choir

ABC Wednesday
October 19th, 2016


In Germany the Obernkirchen Children's Choir
is called
Schaumburger Marchensanger. 

translated as Schaumburger's Fairy Tale Singers.

The choir was founded by Edith Moller and Ema Pielsticker in 1949
for war orphans.

The choir received an invitation to participate
in the "international Eisteddfod" 
a choir competition in Llangollen, Wales.

They won first prize!

In 1953 a BBC radio broadcast of the choir's winning performance
of the song
Der frohliche Wanderer (The Happy Wanderer)
at the Llangollen International Musical Eisteddfod
turned the song into an instant hit.

It stayed on the UK Singles Chart for 
twenty-eight consecutive weeks.

They made two appearances on the Ed Sullivan Show 
in 1964 and 1966.

The choir still exists today 
with new generations of singers continuing the work of its pioneers

The Old Steam Train
recorded in 1974

and a more challenging piece of music
by Rossini

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Monday, October 10, 2016

Nigel Kennedy

ABC Wednesday
October 12  2016

The letter is N for Nigel Kennedy

Before David Garrett

there was Nigel Kennedy

and although both of them are fabulous violinists

I know each note of  Nigel Kennedy

and Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Major
 (which I believe he recorded before 
he stopped for a period
making public appearances).

Anyway, I have had this CD for many long years
and the notes have wafted through the house
while I did dishes, made beds,
swept the floor, and all the other things 
home makers do....

at the same time I was listening to his marvelous recording
of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, which added to his fame and reputation.

Both Garrett and Kennedy are inclined to exotic clothing
and exotic hair styles, but their music is heavenly.

I found a Youtube recording that gives testament 
to Nigel Kennedy's versatility,
wherein Bach flows into Jazz...


But more poignant is this lovely
spine chilling rendition of
Danny Boy

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Tuesday, October 04, 2016

M for Mariachi Music

ABC Wednesday
October 5th, 2016

The letter is M for Mariachi Music

Mariachi is a genre of music that originated
in the State of Jalisco, 
in Western Mexico.

It is an integration of stringed instruments influenced by the cultural impacts
 of the historical development of Western Mexico, and throughout the history
of mariachi musicians have experimented with
brass, wind and percussion instruments.

The Mariachi ensemble generally consists of violins, trumpets, a
classical guitar, a vihueta (high pitched five string guitar)
a guitarron (large acoustic bass) and sometimes a harp or two.

The original Mariachi were street musicians, or buskers.

Now they dress in silver studded charro outfits with wide brimmed hats and many
are professional entertainers doing paid gigs.

The term "Mariachi" is said to be an adaption of the French word for marriage
as this type of musical formation used to play at such events.

Here is a stirring example of this music that
has become emblematic of Mexican music...


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Saturday, October 01, 2016

The First of October

The days grow shorter....

It is dark when I waken and I am tempted to turn and snuggle in the warmth of the bed, until I think of Bruce's bladder, and up I rise, calling to him to come and greet the day.  He's a sweet dog, and wakes with a smile and great enthusiasm as he lifts his leg!!!

The garden is toying with the idea of slumber, but you know how it is, preparing to go to bed.  It doesn't all happen at once, and so we are spending pleasant hours outside these days, Callie and Bruce and I, dead-heading, gathering up barrow loads of compost material, saving seeds of the nicotiana and finding a spot for the potted foxgloves that didn't bloom this year, but surely will next summer.

I am making a pot pourri of garden herbs, drying them slowly and then sieving them as needed.

In the meantime the garden goes about its business - the fall flowers bloom profusely.  Especially the asters whose blossoms swarm with bees when they open to the sunshine in the morning...

I am continually snipping off yellow daisies who have done their thing, and now grow old and dry and withered as old things (and people) are wont to do.....  The blooms that take their place are smaller, but never ending.....

The lilies and the peonies have donned their autumn colours....

but look - the honeysuckle is in bloom again...

and at irregular intervals the lovely chinese lantern
marks the spot where the chinese rail line has 
established a station....

Mister Lincoln has raised his stove pipe hat and seven feet in the air

three rich red blossoms start to open against the blue of the sky.

Callie sits on the stump of the pussy willow tree that was taking over the garden,
looking through the cutch grass that grows just outside our fence. -
probably not as frustrated as I am inclined to be -
too interested in the neighbourhood kitties that wander down the lane.

The sedum and the chrysanthemums are saving themselves for October, when
the trees turn golden and scarlet and bronze
and the sky a brilliant blue.

Soon, soon, soon I must take a trip to Cawston and to Ginty's pond...
Maybe tomorrow!

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The Loon

ABC Wednesday
September 28th, 2016

The letter is L for Loon

The Loon

Not quite four a.m. when the rapture of being alive
strikes me from sleep, and I rise
from the comfortable bed and go
to another room, where my books are lined up
in their neat and colourful rows.  How
magical they are!  I choose one
and open it.  Soon
I have wandered in over the waves of the words
to the temple of thought.
And then I hear
outside, over the actual waves, the small,
perfect voice of the loon.  He is also awake,
and with his heavy head uplifted he calls out to the fading moon, to the pink flush
swelling in the east that, soon,
will become the long, reasonable day.
Inside the house
it is still dark, except for the pool of lamplight
in which I am sitting.
I do not close the book.
Neither, for a long while, do I read on.
Mary Oliver

or this......

The Loon on Oak-Head Pond

cries for three days, in the gray mist
cries for the north that it hopes it can find

plunges, and comes up with a slapping pickerel,
blinks its red eye

cries again

you come every afternoon and wait to hear it,
you sit a long time, quiet, under the thick pines,
in the silence that follows,

as though it were your own twilight, 
as though it were your own vanishing song.

Mary Oliver,  (again)

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Monday, September 19, 2016

K is for Kingfisher

ABC Wednesday
September 21st, 2016

The letter is K for Kingfisher

The Kingfisher

The kingfisher rises out of the black wave
like a blue flower.  In his beak
he carries a silver leaf.  I think this is
the prettiest world - so long as you don't mind
a little dying.  How could there be a day in your
whole life
that doesn't have its splash of happiness?
There are more fish than there are leaves
on a thousand trees, and anyway, the kingfisher
wasn't born to think about it, or anything else.
When the wave snaps shut over his blue head, the
remains water - hunger is the only story
he has ever heard in his life that he could
I don't say he's right.  Neither
do I say he's wrong.  Religiously he swallows the
silver leaf
with its broken red river, and with a rough and
easy cry
I couldn't rouse out of my thoughtful body
if my life depended on it, he swings back
over the bright sea to do the same thing, to do it
(as I long to do something, anything) perfectly.

Mary Oliver

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Tuesday, September 13, 2016

J is for Jewels.

ABC Wednesday
September 14, 2016

The letter is J for Jewels

And here is a pretty, romantic poem by Sara Teasdale, entitled "Jewels"

If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go --
BAck to a morning in the park
With sapphire shadows on the snow.

OR back to oak trees in the spring
WHen you unloosed my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
In the leaf ahadow's amethyst,

And still another shining place
We would remember - how the dun
Wild mountain held us on its crest
One diamond morning white with sun.

But I will turn my eyes from you
As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
And cannot wear in sober day

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