...but Katherine de Chevalle finally called it a trip and bid farewell here to Blogland (not our Blogland, Yorkshire Pudding’s make-believe island of Blogland somewhere in the Indian Ocean) with a clever parody of this song by the Dixie Chicks (5:13). The opening line of both Katherine’s poem and the song by the Dixie Chicks (“The moon is full and my arms are empty”) reminded me immediately of this song by Frank Sinatra (3:13), the tune to which, as we all know (or you do now) is based on the Third Movement of the Second Piano Concerto by Rachmaninoff, performed here (7:52) and here (4:09) by Amy Wu in an October 2003 performance with the Oregon State University Symphony. (Why Miss Wu’s performance of the Third Movement is split between two video clips, I really can’t say. Also, why, at the end of the second clip, the First Movement begins, I really can’t say either, unless the universe is out to get us.)
On a roll now, I thought of this guy (1:49) and also this guy (2:55), but most of all these guys (3:37).
If you are not moonstruck by now, you probably never will be.
Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Copyright 2007 - 2025 by Robert H.Brague
Showing posts with label Vaughn Monroe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vaughn Monroe. Show all posts
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
<b>English Is Strange (example #17,643) and a new era begins</b>
Through, cough, though, rough, bough, and hiccough do not rhyme, but pony and bologna do. Do not tell me about hiccup and baloney. ...