Showing posts with label Alma Gluck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alma Gluck. Show all posts

Monday, July 30, 2012

Questions to ponder while waiting for the next Olympic event to begin

What might have happened if:

Two roads hadn’t diverged in a yellow wood?
They all lived unhappily ever after?
Jack hadn’t been nimble?
Jack hadn’t been quick?
Jack hadn’t jumped over the candlestick?
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was black as pitch?
Rapunzel hadn’t let down her hair?
Peter Piper quaffed a quart of quintessential quince?
A body didn’t meet a body comin’ thro’ the rye?

These are just a few of life’s great unanswerable questions.

I’m sure you can think of others.

But we do know the answer to that last question, don’t we? If a body didn’t meet a body comin’ thro’ the rye, we would not be able to hear Alma Gluck singing “Comin’ Thro’ the Rye” on this 1914 recording (1:44).

Indeed, we might not be here ourselves.

And if you just can’t get enough of Alma Gluck, here she is on a 1915 recording, accompanied by violinist Efram Zimbalist, singing “Old Folks At Home (Swanee River)” (3:14).

I just can’t imagine someone not getting enough of Alma Gluck.

We now return you to the Olympic event in progress.

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