Lyrics: There’s a song in every silence/ seeking word and melody/ there’s a dawn for every darkness/bringing hope to you and me.
When I was a teenager in the 50’s I was in love with Eddie Fisher. A favorite activity was to hang out with my friend at Sherman & Clay in downtown Seattle where we listened to records in a private booth. One time I shared a booth with a musician in one of the Big Bands of the day and listened to his music selections. I felt like I was in the presence of royalty.
Music has always been an important part of my life as it is for most people. Over the years I’ve acquired new tastes but music from the 50’s generates a lot of memories. I went through a western phase then thanks to Texas Jim Lewis, Jack Rivers, and Fiddlin’ Neil, local TV entertainers. Music of every decade recalls moments of our lives during those times.
Twenty-seven years ago I was excited by the operatic music of the Three Tenors: Pavarotti, Carreras, and Domingo, and years later my husband indulged me with a trip to New York to see Domingo sing Siegfried in one of Wagner’s operas. Today I’m in love with the voices of Il Volo, three young Italians: two tenors and a baritone whose idols were/are the Three Tenors. Thanks to PBS for showing their Notte Magica program filmed in Florence last year and, thanks to Youtube, I can watch them anytime I want and because they make me happy and give me goosebumps I watch them often. And, thanks to my dear daughters-in-law, I will see “my boys” live this month. Another item to check off the bucket list.
Music connects us with our emotions, with our soul. It IS the Universal language. Another PBS favorite is Andre Rieu, the Dutch violinist with an entourage of gorgeously gowned female musicians and tuxedoed male musicians. In one of his programs (also on Youtube) he introduced an Argentinian musician, Carlos Buono, who played Adios Nonino (farewell father) on the bandoneon. It hit on every emotion with the camera zooming in on many tears. For me, it’s the goosebumps.
Cost of security for Trump Tower = $183 million/year.
Budget for the National Endowment for the Arts/Humanities = $148 million/year.
Lyrics: In the cold and snow of winter/ there’s a spring that waits to be/ unrevealed until its season/ some-thing God alone can see. (In the Bulb There is a Flower by Natalie Sleeth.)
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