Monday, April 9, 2018

And now for something completely different

After getting back from a walk, or a hobble, now that I am walking with a cane, I thought I would watch a bunch of 'em who know how to move properly.


That's what I am talkin' about - what a corps de ballet! And the lead dancers? Magnifico!

Bonus points for those who can name that tune.

15 comments:

Rabel said...

Sixty, when I was in mortal agony a few days ago with a pulled muscle I eventually crawled over to the closet and pulled out my Grandfather's cane. I found that it helped quite a bit if I put all my weight on one side on the cane.

This was both a good and bad thing. It was good in that it helped me get around a little, and it was bad in that - I needed Grandpa's cane to get around.

Also on the good side, I discovered that I liked walking around with a cane in my hand. It felt pretty cool after the pain had eased.

If I drill out the bottom and fill it with BB's it'll make a damn good wopping stick.

Rabel said...

I'm in the market for a top hat and some spats if anybody has a connection.

ricpic said...

This music is joined at the hip to Scheherazade. Enchanting stuff. I read a comment on youtube to a recording of Rimsky Korsakov's great piece: "This was my favorite at age 9 and it's still my favorite at 84." Yes. Anyway, who isn't a sucker for schmaltz?

The Dude said...

I am looking for a monocle.

There is a fighting form based on the shillelagh. I think it is called "Shillelagh-fu".

deborah said...

Stranger in Paradise, or a damn good imitation.

The Dude said...

Such a good imitation that it is the original. Good tune regardless of the setting. Well played!

ampersand said...

Borodin's music for Prince Igor was lifted and refitted for the musical Kismet.

windbag said...

I was going to give you a smart alecky guess on the music, but it was too beautiful to joke about.

deborah said...

:)@60

ricpic said...

Hey deb, you wrote something nice to me a few threads back and i didn't thank you...so thank you. It's almost an affliction to be raised in such a way that if you don't observe the proprieties it eats at you...like cancer. Today, in the checkout line, after I put about twelve items on the counter and the checkout guy (not girl) toted them up and at the end asked me if I wanted him to bag them I almost lost it and yelled OF COURSE! As it is I said yes, but harshly, and who's suffering for it? Me. I doubt it even registered on the checkout clerk guy. All things are as they were then except YOU ARE THERE. Does anyone remember that show?

The Dude said...

That dancing is what arrests me - the lead ballerina is impressive, but it's that old story all over again - hot chicks dig bad boys!

ampersand said...

This is really well staged. It's Busby Berkeley meets the Bolshoi. Thanks for posting this.

The Dude said...

You are welcome - that is some great dancing and choreography - modern and yet Russian at the same time. Careful with the sword, Eugenia!

deborah said...

No worries, ricpic. We can't respond to every post...but yeah, I feel bad if I don't, too. But for the most part I assume any particular comment has been seen and accepted as well-intended and is appreciated.

As far as not bagging items, it really has become a thing. They may not make a move if it is two or three items, like daring you to ask. And often I just stick one thing in my purse and walk out with two in hand.

john said...

Only Borodin could create such chemistry!