June 2011


Okay, the next weeks worth of posts for this project will be quick and to the point. No explanation (unless I just can’t resist).

Bjork.

I’m not sure it’s that I hate her. I think its just that I don’t understand her, nor do I really care to.

This is just a random video (as far as I can tell).

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Other folks participating in this blogging challenge:

Andrew: The Armchair Squid

Christian: Stay on Target

Haley: Haley Says “Hello” To You

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Another whoops…sorry if you read this the first time and found…nothing here.

Favorite band? I’m not sure I really have one. But, for the sake of the huddled masses…

Buddy Rich Band

Pretty much anything by Enya.

Yeah, I used to like listening to her. Now, her music kind of lulls me into a coma-like stupor.

So…a random video:

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Other folks participating in this blogging challenge:

Andrew: The Armchair Squid

Christian: Stay on Target

Haley: Haley Says “Hello” To You

This one is fun. However, choosing one is not fun. I enjoy dancing to music from Prokofiev to Lady Gaga (sorry, no link). But for the purpose of choosing just one, this song is the one I think of when you mention dance to music:

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Other folks participating in this blogging challenge:

Andrew: The Armchair Squid

Christian: Stay on Target

Haley: Haley Says “Hello” To You

I don’t know all of the words to this song by memory, but as I learned all of the verses I thought it was pretty funny:

UPDATE: So, the video doesn’t have all of the verses that I have recently learned. Wikipedia has them (and a whole lot more!):

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine

  • Chorus:

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine. –Chor.

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev’ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine. — Chor.

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine. — Chor.

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine. — Chor.

OR

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine. — Chor.

OR

How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine.
So I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.

OR

In a churchyard on a hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses amongst the posies
Flowers for my Clementine. — Chor.

OR

Then the miner forty-niner
He began to weep and pine
For his darling little daughter
Now he’s with his Clementine—Chor.

OR

In a churchyard on a hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses amongst the posies
On the grave of Clementine—Chor.

OR

In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses in their poses,
Fertilized by Clementine. — Chor.

OR

Then the miner forty niner,
He began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he’s with his Clementine. — Chor.

OR

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she’s dead, I’ll draw the line.[1] — Chor.

OR

Now you Boy Scouts, there’s a moral
To this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration,
Would have saved my Clementine. — Chor.

__ OR__
when she slipped and hit the water
‘felt my heart skip a time
all had scattered nothin’ mattered
‘cept my darlin’ clementine. – Chor.

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Other folks participating in this blogging challenge:

Andrew: The Armchair Squid

Christian: Stay on Target

Haley: Haley Says “Hello” To You

This song (or series of songs) by Tielman Susato reminds me of the time that I played with the Star of Indiana in the summer of 1994. It was their first year out of DCI and experimenting with a new concept. They combined forces with the Canadian Brass and I had the very honored privilege, as a junior in college, to play tambourine in an intimate ensemble with the members of the Canadian Brass. Three fellow percussionists and I got to sit and enjoy private rehearsals with five of the premier brass players in the world. Pretty awesome and an experience that I won’t forget.

Anyway, the event that I am reminded of made the experience of playing with the Canadian Brass even “cooler” was playing with the Canadian Brass on stage at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center. Yes, the very same stage that the New York Philharmonic plays. And I was playing tambourine with the Canadian Brass. Awesome.

(I just grabbed the closest approximation of my experience)

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Other folks participating in this blogging challenge:

Andrew: The Armchair Squid

Christian: Stay on Target

Haley: Haley Says “Hello” To You

Well, this isn’t terribly exciting, but I distinctly remember driving home from college (Ithaca) one summer and as I was cruising down Route 9 into West Brattleboro I heard this song on the radio:

I’ve moved on from Brattleboro and I haven’t spent too much time looking back. With the exception of the folks who I knew while I was there I don’t hold a lot of nostalgia for my hometown.

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Other folks participating in this blogging challenge:

Andrew: The Armchair Squid

Christian: Stay on Target

Haley: Haley Says “Hello” To You

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