This one's dedicated to Brooklyn Girl, Brooklyn Baby (who loved this record when she was little), Miriam, Tina, Legrand Sidney Doggett, and the acai berry. The Revelers' skillful close-harmony singing and the arrangement may be as dated as a 1926 Victrola, but the sentiment expressed is as genuine today as ever.
He left Brooklyn many years ago but Brooklyn never left him. His childhood was a rich gumbo of passions: the Dodgers, radio shows, comic books, 78 rpm records, stickball, punchball, movies, and of course the Dodgers. From these ingredients his life's main interests were formed: jazz, classical music, writing, and (still) baseball. Brooklyn also gave him Brooklyn Girl, who has been his best friend for more than half a century. One lucky kid.
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Lucky Day
This one's dedicated to Brooklyn Girl, Brooklyn Baby (who loved this record when she was little), Miriam, Tina, Legrand Sidney Doggett, and the acai berry. The Revelers' skillful close-harmony singing and the arrangement may be as dated as a 1926 Victrola, but the sentiment expressed is as genuine today as ever.
Friday, 22 June 2012
Where Corals Lie
When the glorious mezzo-soprano Janet Baker and
conductor John Barbirolli recorded Elgar's Sea Pictures in
1965, it was one of those rare moments when the right
music found its ideal interpreters at the peak of their powers. With the stars thus in proper alignment, magic happened.
First
performed in 1899, Sea Pictures
is a cycle of five songs, with texts by five different poets.
I don't love the five equally. In Haven, with words by
Caroline Alice Elgar, the composer's wife, is a beauty. Where
Corals Lie is my favorite. I hope your computer speakers are good enough to pick up Elgar's orchestral touches as brought out by Barbirolli, especially the woodwind accents and the luminous way the cellos double the vocal line in the second stanza.
The poem Where Corals Lie was
written by Richard Garnett. Here's the text, with Elgar's repeats:
When winds awake the airy spry,
It lures me, lures me on to go
And see the land where corals lie.
The land where corals lie.
By mount and mead, by lawn and rill,
When night is deep, and moon is high,
That music seeks and finds me still,
And tells me where the corals lie.
And tells me where the corals lie.
Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well,
Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well,
But far the rapid fancies fly
To rolling worlds of wave and shell,
And all the land where corals lie.
Thy lips are like a sunset glow,
Thy smile is like a morning sky,
Yet leave me, leave me, let me go
And see the land where corals lie.
The land, the land where corals lie.
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