So I guess you missed out on the torture of a Music Appreciation course, Deb? That's how I know Rossini wrote William Tell.
Here's another one: Marche Slav, Marche Slav...by the Russian composer Tchaikovsky. That's what we had to memorize because those words fit the opening bar of Marche Slav: Da Dee, Da Dee...Da Da Dum Dum Dum Da Da Dum Dee. So that's it, for the rest of your life you hear the stupid words in your head when you listen to Marche Slav. Which is why you never listen to Marche Slav again.
Those things stick with one. For me music class was never torture, it was an education. Also, the words we learned were for Bach's little fugue in G minor. Over and over and over we play it until we know the motive totally... Good old Miss Trivette, pronounced Mister Vette.
There was no music appreciation course available for me to take, but we were big on singing in the early grades and choir on through high school. Every morning, from K-5, we gathered around a piano for group singing from the Let Youth Praise Him hymnal. Chapel once a week with group singing there too, in harmony with zesty piano accompaniment by a teacher who knew how to cover the keyboard. Crisp, clear and loud with numbered verses and none of the noodling that came when worship music replaced that form of group togetherness in which tenor, bass, alto and soprano came through in harmony on the Amen's at the end.
Music class including favorites like "Get up old Dobbin, we're going to town, let's get those wheels a'turning around." Turns out I'm not the only one with that memory, with the internet bringing the whole thing back
I remember singing that song in grade school. The words we sang were:
Giddap, old Dobbin, we're going to town Let's get those wheels a-turning around Let's get those wheels a-turning around There's miles to go before sundown.
I like to drive my horse and buggy When I go traveling to the town. I like to hear old Dobbin's clip-clop I like to feel the wheels go 'round
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clip-clop, Whoa!
Get up old Dobbin, the shopping is done The buggy is loaded, get up lazy one. Let's get those wheels a-turning around We've got to get home before sundown.
I like to drive my horse and buggy When I go traveling to the town. I like to hear old Dobbin's clip-clop I like to feel the wheels go 'round
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clip-clop, Whoa!
The music teacher used to give two people in the class pairs of coconut-halves to clack together in rhythm, and it sounded like a horse's hoofbeats on the pavement.
My Law degree is from watching Law and Order, my music degree is from youtube. Amazing amount I've picked up, Opera-wise.
Okay, here's a poser. Ricpic, when you mentioned Marche Slav, I thought it might be a song I had once on a opera's greatest hits type CD. But that wasn't it. It's a male chorus that reminds me of men going off to work. Any guesses? I looked for it once. I guess I could look harder.
Not this one, I think. But weird, there are workers, but I don't recall female voices. It was more trudging, kinda like the guards at the wicked witch of the east's castle.
Thanks, ricpic, I looked at it earlier and listened to some. Parts were reminiscent of Bolero, I thought. Thank you, youtube.
I think someone here mentioned, probably Sixty, they are starting to block some videos in this country. I have wondered before that how some of my favorites would sound, not compressed, but on an actual hi-fi system (record albums).
Opera diva Maria Callas hisses at federal marshal Stanley Pringle, who served a summons to her following her performance in Madame Butterfly at the Chicago Civic Opera House in 1955. Callas was being sued by a management firm.
She's singing the aria "Chicagoans are a bunch of wild Zulus"
Stanley being played by Archie Bunker and Edward Andrews as the befuddled Opera manager,
Enzo Liva was my music appreciation prof. He played cello for the Philly symphony. He would explain what we were listening to and then let us sit and listen. No tests. Just show up. perfect attendance was an A. much of the class would come stoned and groove on the classics. Once in awhile Enzo would bring his cello and play. A very nice gentleman.
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So I guess you missed out on the torture of a Music Appreciation course, Deb? That's how I know Rossini wrote William Tell.
Here's another one: Marche Slav, Marche Slav...by the Russian composer Tchaikovsky. That's what we had to memorize because those words fit the opening bar of Marche Slav: Da Dee, Da Dee...Da Da Dum Dum Dum Da Da Dum Dee. So that's it, for the rest of your life you hear the stupid words in your head when you listen to Marche Slav. Which is why you never listen to Marche Slav again.
Those things stick with one. For me music class was never torture, it was an education. Also, the words we learned were for Bach's little fugue in G minor. Over and over and over we play it until we know the motive totally... Good old Miss Trivette, pronounced Mister Vette.
There was no music appreciation course available for me to take, but we were big on singing in the early grades and choir on through high school. Every morning, from K-5, we gathered around a piano for group singing from the Let Youth Praise Him hymnal. Chapel once a week with group singing there too, in harmony with zesty piano accompaniment by a teacher who knew how to cover the keyboard. Crisp, clear and loud with numbered verses and none of the noodling that came when worship music replaced that form of group togetherness in which tenor, bass, alto and soprano came through in harmony on the Amen's at the end.
Music class including favorites like "Get up old Dobbin, we're going to town, let's get those wheels a'turning around." Turns out I'm not the only one with that memory, with the internet bringing the whole thing back
I remember singing that song in grade school. The words we sang were:
Giddap, old Dobbin, we're going to town
Let's get those wheels a-turning around
Let's get those wheels a-turning around
There's miles to go before sundown.
I like to drive my horse and buggy
When I go traveling to the town.
I like to hear old Dobbin's clip-clop
I like to feel the wheels go 'round
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clip-clop, Whoa!
Get up old Dobbin, the shopping is done
The buggy is loaded, get up lazy one.
Let's get those wheels a-turning around
We've got to get home before sundown.
I like to drive my horse and buggy
When I go traveling to the town.
I like to hear old Dobbin's clip-clop
I like to feel the wheels go 'round
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clip-clop, Whoa!
The music teacher used to give two people in the class pairs of coconut-halves to clack together in rhythm, and it sounded like a horse's hoofbeats on the pavement.
My Law degree is from watching Law and Order, my music degree is from youtube. Amazing amount I've picked up, Opera-wise.
Okay, here's a poser. Ricpic, when you mentioned Marche Slav, I thought it might be a song I had once on a opera's greatest hits type CD. But that wasn't it. It's a male chorus that reminds me of men going off to work. Any guesses? I looked for it once. I guess I could look harder.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZN01_pAxro&list=PLMD0NwQ3YlQ37l_k8tFxLh5W-aIAcz8t2&index=26
Not this one, I think. But weird, there are workers, but I don't recall female voices. It was more trudging, kinda like the guards at the wicked witch of the east's castle.
Thanks, ricpic, I looked at it earlier and listened to some. Parts were reminiscent of Bolero, I thought. Thank you, youtube.
I think someone here mentioned, probably Sixty, they are starting to block some videos in this country. I have wondered before that how some of my favorites would sound, not compressed, but on an actual hi-fi system (record albums).
This is a photo of my favorite Callas performance
Opera diva Maria Callas hisses at federal marshal Stanley Pringle, who served a
summons to her following her performance in Madame Butterfly at the Chicago Civic Opera House in 1955. Callas was being sued by a management firm.
She's singing the aria "Chicagoans are a bunch of wild Zulus"
Stanley being played by Archie Bunker and Edward Andrews as the befuddled Opera manager,
What a diva.
Every child of the 50s got his/her intro to classical music from the Lone Ranger.
The producers apparently loved Wagner. I always wondered if they were trying to tell us something.
Enzo Liva was my music appreciation prof. He played cello for the Philly symphony. He would explain what we were listening to and then let us sit and listen. No tests. Just show up. perfect attendance was an A. much of the class would come stoned and groove on the classics. Once in awhile Enzo would bring his cello and play. A very nice gentleman.
"Wagner scares the hell out of the slopes." Robert DuVall in Apocalypse Now.
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