I love music and did a lot of singing in school groups and church groups in my younger years and at Weddings and Funerals and still sing the hymns in church, but these 93 year old pipes are hard to control. I love to sing the old standards working around the house.
Really? my guess is you must have been listening to Carl Henry show, old (at that time new) Rhythm & Blues music. The show's intro was Rooster Walk by Prysock.
Not many people I know followed Prysock, none left.
Catholic school, Latin hymns, I "had to" learn and sing Gregorian Chants (with the square notes).
Also like you occasionally find myself singing them in my head. The worse/best of the church songs is "Blessed St Aloysius". For me it is and "ear worm" gets stuck in my head, pleasant memory.
I may as well ask. Did you ever listen to the 12 noon radio show "Crazy Rhythms?" Spike Jones music, which wasn't really music but parody.
Great note, Biagio. Sure, Prysock. Of course I was introduced to him on Carl Henry's show. Bought records from Carl at Carls Diggins on North Main Street. I believe.
I was a Jim Mendes fan also.
I too loved the Gregorian chants.
And Spike Jones. I had many of his crazy records.
Prysock to Gregorian to Spike. That's what makes music so great.
The noontime radio show my mother and I enjoyed was Eddie Zack.
Life without music would be a bleak world. I grew up in a music-loving home and music remains a lifeline to enjoyment, sanity and inspiration. Each form has its own qualities whether classical, jazz, pop, rock, and the variety of ethnically-based rhythms from around the world. My secret fascination, however, has always been Gregorian chants whose deep choral voices sound as though it originated from the depths of the earth to confront one's own mortality.
Yes, Larry, my home was the same—lots of music, particularly at family events where the old-timers strummed guitars and mandolins. The Gregorian chants were my attraction and memory of those religious retreats. I appreciated being introduced to them at a young age.
I too remember the latin hymns and the retreats that we were required to attend at Our Lady Of Peace retreat house in Narraganset. There was something other worldly about them that penetrated into your brain and remaied there forever. After the passage of all these decades I still hum along in my mind.
Ed, twenty minutes ago, I was still asleep … dreaming of music. Trying to figure something out, even in my dreams. Then Lola the cat jumped up on the bed, wanting to say “good morning,” and I awakened.
As often happens, I reached out to my iPad, needing to see the morning headlines and hoping nothing more dreadful than usual had happened overnight. I saw that I had email, and – there’s another piece from Ed! I read the title, and wondered if I was still dreaming …
Because the music that had been tormenting me in my sleep was “The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down,” which opened all those Warner Bros. cartoons over the years. It seemed to transpose between three or four different keys as it depicted the chaos of a malfunctioning calliope.
Not exactly the music you were referring to, but still enough to make the transition from dream to awakening more mysterious than ever. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would say.
Great note, Randy. I'm not sure what triggered this post. Music, of course, likely came from deep in the cortex. It's what music does. Comes along unexpectedly and takes you away.
Or thank you to Alexa!
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I love music and did a lot of singing in school groups and church groups in my younger years and at Weddings and Funerals and still sing the hymns in church, but these 93 year old pipes are hard to control. I love to sing the old standards working around the house.
Wonderful. I would have enjoyed hearing you. Multitalented indeed.
I have had a blessed life.
Surprising how similar our environment was.
Red Prysock?
Really? my guess is you must have been listening to Carl Henry show, old (at that time new) Rhythm & Blues music. The show's intro was Rooster Walk by Prysock.
Not many people I know followed Prysock, none left.
Catholic school, Latin hymns, I "had to" learn and sing Gregorian Chants (with the square notes).
Also like you occasionally find myself singing them in my head. The worse/best of the church songs is "Blessed St Aloysius". For me it is and "ear worm" gets stuck in my head, pleasant memory.
I may as well ask. Did you ever listen to the 12 noon radio show "Crazy Rhythms?" Spike Jones music, which wasn't really music but parody.
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Lots of pleasant memories around music.
Current popular music is foreign to me, especially rap, not one song I can name in the top twenty.
Last "modern" song I enjoyed is Tennessee Whiskey, a combination of blues and country.
Thankfully there are thousands of old songs I can find and enjoy.
Biagio Trofa
Great note, Biagio. Sure, Prysock. Of course I was introduced to him on Carl Henry's show. Bought records from Carl at Carls Diggins on North Main Street. I believe.
I was a Jim Mendes fan also.
I too loved the Gregorian chants.
And Spike Jones. I had many of his crazy records.
Prysock to Gregorian to Spike. That's what makes music so great.
The noontime radio show my mother and I enjoyed was Eddie Zack.
Country, of course. Why not?
Life without music would be a bleak world. I grew up in a music-loving home and music remains a lifeline to enjoyment, sanity and inspiration. Each form has its own qualities whether classical, jazz, pop, rock, and the variety of ethnically-based rhythms from around the world. My secret fascination, however, has always been Gregorian chants whose deep choral voices sound as though it originated from the depths of the earth to confront one's own mortality.
Yes, Larry, my home was the same—lots of music, particularly at family events where the old-timers strummed guitars and mandolins. The Gregorian chants were my attraction and memory of those religious retreats. I appreciated being introduced to them at a young age.
Your tuba song just like life. Round and round
I think that's why we loved the song
The version of that song I love is by Louis Prima…it really swings!
Yes, thanks, Robert
I too remember the latin hymns and the retreats that we were required to attend at Our Lady Of Peace retreat house in Narraganset. There was something other worldly about them that penetrated into your brain and remaied there forever. After the passage of all these decades I still hum along in my mind.
Indeed, Lou. Those hymns have a way of recycling. How nice.
Ed, twenty minutes ago, I was still asleep … dreaming of music. Trying to figure something out, even in my dreams. Then Lola the cat jumped up on the bed, wanting to say “good morning,” and I awakened.
As often happens, I reached out to my iPad, needing to see the morning headlines and hoping nothing more dreadful than usual had happened overnight. I saw that I had email, and – there’s another piece from Ed! I read the title, and wondered if I was still dreaming …
Because the music that had been tormenting me in my sleep was “The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down,” which opened all those Warner Bros. cartoons over the years. It seemed to transpose between three or four different keys as it depicted the chaos of a malfunctioning calliope.
Not exactly the music you were referring to, but still enough to make the transition from dream to awakening more mysterious than ever. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would say.
Great note, Randy. I'm not sure what triggered this post. Music, of course, likely came from deep in the cortex. It's what music does. Comes along unexpectedly and takes you away.