We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A "classical" composer listens to Pink Floyd. It shows me what informed musicians are able to hear. (h/t American Digest, who has two other performances of Shine On. The song is from 1975.
The Beatles in Hamburg, many years ago. Some guy named Tony Sheridan is the singer. They rock this Scottish tune (which refers to Bonnie Prince Charlie).
Many of our readers are. I am no pirate, but maybe could have been one once upon a time. All kids like pirates, in fantasy.
We're getting down for a week on southern oceans in a while. My soul needs salt water and boats. My nav skills are rusty - not that they were ever good except for coastal.
Lost interest in fishing except as a social thing, but big water and wavy gravy appeals to me. Always has.
I don't have the exact date of this Paris recording of Wanda Landowska with Sonata in D Major. This remastered version actually reduced the French anti-aircraft noise but some can be heard around the 2-minute point.
The Germans were coming, but this famous Jewish, lesbian keyboardist played on.
Almost everybody's favorite opera buffa. Rossini wrote it in three weeks. Over 200 years old, and going strong because it is so much fun and so silly, with irresistable tunes.
Forget politics -this is joyful. Good actors too. Ain't Italian beautful? To me, Sienese Italian is the most musical and expressive tongue in the world.
More accurately from the German, "earworm." Anyway, the Quartermaster's Song was a WW1 Brit marching song which became a Brit Scouting campfire song, and later a US Scouting and ordinary campfire song. Also, a good car song. All with varied lyrics.
I have no doubt that the WW1 versions were bawdy. I heard "There was Hank, Hank, givin' himself a wank in the store...". The magic of a tune like this is that you just make up all the verses you can think of to keep it going.
The silly refrain about "My eyes are dim, I cannot see.." is great, but here are some of my favorite lines:
There was tea, tea, but none for you and me in the stores...
There were snakes, snakes, big as garden rakes in the stores...
There are eggs, eggs, eggs with hairy legs in the stores...
There is gravy gravy, enough to float the Navy in the stores...
There are rats, rats, big as bleedin' cats in the stores...
There are rats, rats, with bowler hats and spats...