“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
I suppose you think I deserve that, FJ, since I routinely insult the musical taste you exhibit here with despressing frequency, but I thought you understood the vast difference between the passing fancies of popular taste, and substantial works of art that have withstood the test of time.
If you don't undersand that difference, there's no point in my going into a long –– or even a short –– dissertation on the difference between FADS and ETERNAL VERITIES.
I guess it would be better for our relationship if I simply refrained from commenting on things I, personally, find ugly, irksome, worthless, destructive of aesthetic ideals, and frankly a deeply offensive waste of precious time.
The callow but-highly-opinionated young man in the video hasn't the faintest CLUE as to what a person with my particular tastes and education is all about.
I've spend the major portion of my entire life studying, performing, analyzing, and doing my best to master the principles of Keyboard tecnique, Harmony, Counterpoint, Form and Analysis, and Evolution of Style in Musical Composition over an 800-1200-year period.
Having spent decades trying to probe the depths, unlcok the mysteries, and undersand the implications of great, highly-complex, sometimes abstruse musical scores my fascination with works I've known and played for decades only grows more passionate and intense with the passage of time. So does my curiosity and eagerness to learn the many masterworks I have NOT yet learned. I only wish I had at least a thousand years to pursue this quest. Even ten lifetimes could never be enough. It's THAT absorbing.
I have gotten a tremendous amount of JOY out of my studies, and only wish others were able to derive the plesure and satisfaction I've enjoyed since I first became aware of the power and enduring fascinating of what is wrongly called "classical music."
If I have offended you, however, I honestly do apologize. Y8nand I see eye to eye on MUCH, but no two people EVER see eye to eye on EVERYTHING. In future I promise to ignore the things that rub me the wrong way, and try to emulate Our Lord and Savior who said in the midst of His Agony on the Cross, "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do."
With that in mind I hope for a return to more amicable relations in the vey near future.
I know that I’m a Paragon –– a Saint –– A Model Citizen –– with Brilliant Mind –– Most merciful without the faintest taint A lesser man might have. I am so kind No one can approach my claim to virtue. Alone, I am so far above the crowd –– Rare –– Magnanimous, –– and never curt. You Can be sure my Trumpet Call is loud. I must admit my lofty status palls –– Sometimes –– I wish I were like other men. Songs of Praise echo through my Halls –– Irksome to my Modesty, and then So much virtue for me’s a Great Weight To bear, because I am a Victim of White Hate.
Now HERE is great exmple of REAL popular music. It's just SUBLIME. ENJOY!
Standin' on the corner with the minister's son A preachin' and a teachin' like a son-of-a -gun We've all heard all about your dronin' melody Startin' out wifi spee-rit-chals in harmony But we got a little ditty to sing to you We know it's gonna win ya, thrill ya through and through There ain't much to the words but the music's grand And soon you'll be a-singing it to beat the band You've heard of the tisket and the tasket I know Now give a little listen to this,
Now dat's a funny little bit ob melody It's bound to be appealing both to you and me
Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
We al has been a-digging down for tunes to sing Rock 'n Roll 'n Hip Hop dey an't got no zing. We dug a little deeper and we found this thing It's just a bit like ragtime but it sho can swing It ain't a Charleston, Lindy Hop, or Turkey Trot But when my ol'Grannie danced to it Man, dat babe was HOT!
It's shitty little ditty But I'm sure you'll find Once you've heard it more than once You'll start to lose your mind
"What is it, Mustang?" asked Poky Rodgers, almost forgetting to smoke in his ecstasy. "What do it live on?"
"It's a galliwampus, Poky," said Mustang. "It's the thing that hollers 'willi-walloo' up in ellum trees in the low grounds of nights. I don't know if it bites."
"No, it ain't, Mustang," volunteered Long Collins. "Them galliwampuses has fins on their backs, and eighteen toes. This here is a hicklesnifter. It lives under the ground and eats cherries. Don't stand so close to it. It wipes out villages with one stroke of its prehensile tail."
I suppose you think I deserve that, FJ, since I routinely insult the musical taste you exhibit here with despressing frequency, but I thought you understood the vast difference between the passing fancies of popular taste, and substantial works of art that have withstood the test of time.
ReplyDeleteIf you don't undersand that difference, there's no point in my going into a long –– or even a short –– dissertation on the difference between FADS and ETERNAL VERITIES.
I guess it would be better for our relationship if I simply refrained from commenting on things I, personally, find ugly, irksome, worthless, destructive of aesthetic ideals, and frankly a deeply offensive waste of precious time.
The callow but-highly-opinionated young man in the video hasn't the faintest CLUE as to what a person with my particular tastes and education is all about.
I've spend the major portion of my entire life studying, performing, analyzing, and doing my best to master the principles of Keyboard tecnique, Harmony, Counterpoint, Form and Analysis, and Evolution of Style in Musical Composition over an 800-1200-year period.
Having spent decades trying to probe the depths, unlcok the mysteries, and undersand the implications of great, highly-complex, sometimes abstruse musical scores my fascination with works I've known and played for decades only grows more passionate and intense with the passage of time. So does my curiosity and eagerness to learn the many masterworks I have NOT yet learned. I only wish I had at least a thousand years to pursue this quest. Even ten lifetimes could never be enough. It's THAT absorbing.
I have gotten a tremendous amount of JOY out of my studies, and only wish others were able to derive the plesure and satisfaction I've enjoyed since I first became aware of the power and enduring fascinating of what is wrongly called "classical music."
If I have offended you, however, I honestly do apologize. Y8nand I see eye to eye on MUCH, but no two people EVER see eye to eye on EVERYTHING. In future I promise to ignore the things that rub me the wrong way, and try to emulate Our Lord and Savior who said in the midst of His Agony on the Cross, "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do."
With that in mind I hope for a return to more amicable relations in the vey near future.
I get it, fRanco, I really do. But I'm still 12 at heart. ;)
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ReplyDelete'Twas the night before voting,
And all thru' the town,
Tempers were flaring
Feelings up and then down.
I, in my bathrobe
With a cat in my lap,
Had left the TV's
Political crap.
When all of a sudden,
There arose such a noise
I peered through my window,
Schumer's bad boys.
They had come for my wallet,
They wanted my pay
To hand out to others
Who'd not worked a day.
They snatched up my money,
And quick as a wink,
Jumped on their bandwagon
As I gagged from the stink.
She rallied her henchmen
Pulling her cart.
I could tell they were out
To tear the U.S. apart.
On Ducky, on Nursie
On Dervish and Ayers
On Lizzie on Waters
He screamed at the pairs.
They arose for his cause;
As they flew out of sight,
I heard himdsneer at a nation
Grown too weak to fight.
So I leave you to think
On this one final note:
IF YOU DON'T LIKE the COMMIES,
GET OUT and VOTE!
~ VItriola Netwitzki
By the way if you are still twelve at heart, I'll have you know I was ate before I was seven.
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______ OBAMA'S CONFESSION ______
ReplyDeleteI know that I’m a Paragon –– a Saint ––
A Model Citizen –– with Brilliant Mind ––
Most merciful without the faintest taint
A lesser man might have. I am so kind
No one can approach my claim to virtue.
Alone, I am so far above the crowd ––
Rare –– Magnanimous, –– and never curt. You
Can be sure my Trumpet Call is loud.
I must admit my lofty status palls ––
Sometimes –– I wish I were like other men.
Songs of Praise echo through my Halls ––
Irksome to my Modesty, and then
So much virtue for me’s a Great Weight
To bear, because I am a Victim of White Hate.
... Barack Hussein Obama
I've always described the Beatles as 4 extremely talented solo musicians and writers who sounded like absolutely shit when they collaborated.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeletethat boy needs therapy
ReplyDeleteRU sure you don't just mean John and Yoko?
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteOverall I like everything the members of the Beatles did on their own more that any Beatles song.
ReplyDeleteEven Ringo Starr's acting in low budget movies is better than ANY Beatles song.
Now HERE is great exmple of REAL popular music. It's just SUBLIME. ENJOY!
ReplyDeleteStandin' on the corner with the minister's son
A preachin' and a teachin' like a son-of-a -gun
We've all heard all about your dronin' melody
Startin' out wifi spee-rit-chals in harmony
But we got a little ditty to sing to you
We know it's gonna win ya, thrill ya through and through
There ain't much to the words but the music's grand
And soon you'll be a-singing it to beat the band
You've heard of the tisket and the tasket I know
Now give a little listen to this,
LET'S GO!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Now dat's a funny little bit ob melody
It's bound to be appealing both to you and me
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
We al has been a-digging down for tunes to sing
Rock 'n Roll 'n Hip Hop dey an't got no zing.
We dug a little deeper and we found this thing
It's just a bit like ragtime but it sho can swing
It ain't a Charleston, Lindy Hop, or Turkey Trot
But when my ol'Grannie danced to it
Man, dat babe was HOT!
It's shitty little ditty
But I'm sure you'll find
Once you've heard it more than once
You'll start to lose your mind
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Now dat's a funny little bit ob melody
It's bound to drive you crazy, but' dat don't please me
We hope instead it edifies sets you free!
IT GOES
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
~ Golliwumpus
"What is it, Mustang?" asked Poky Rodgers, almost forgetting to smoke
ReplyDeletein his ecstasy. "What do it live on?"
"It's a galliwampus, Poky," said Mustang. "It's the thing that hollers
'willi-walloo' up in ellum trees in the low grounds of nights. I don't
know if it bites."
"No, it ain't, Mustang," volunteered Long Collins. "Them galliwampuses
has fins on their backs, and eighteen toes. This here is a
hicklesnifter. It lives under the ground and eats cherries. Don't
stand so close to it. It wipes out villages with one stroke of its
prehensile tail."
- O Henry, "The Heart of the West"
Adam Neely has met FreeThinke's type before...
ReplyDeletehttps://youtu.be/uylycPdtwjw?t=361
When asked, "Do you smoke after sex?"
ReplyDeletethe lady answered, "I don't know. I've never looked!"
(ker LOP!)
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!
Ja-Da, Ja-Da,
Ja-Da, Ja-Da Jing, Jing, Jing!