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Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts

Saturday, April 2, 2016

As a Rainy Day Dawns

Note:  This would make a better song than a poem.  Thus, it is a Work in Progress. 
Suggestions are welcome

As a rainy day dawns,
a weak old man yawns.
His legs and hands ache,
so he knows he's awake.

With groans and with moans
and creaky old bones,
with grunts and with sighs,
the man tries to arise.

His vision is blurred.
He can't hear a word.
With each wheezy breath
he's closer to death.

Accepting his pain,
he smiles at the rain.

When his feet touch the floor
he thanks God once more
for the gift of the dawn
and  the strength to go on,.





Saturday, December 19, 2015

My Least Favorite Things

I recently had the good fortune to participate in a masterclass sponsored the Onondaga County Public Library and CNYJazz.  (Video to be posted here eventually.)  Encouraged by Larry L and a others who enjoyed my performance of "Dreams of a Lovestruck Biologist", I'm learning how to accompany myself on the guitar.  Here's a progress report: a rough recording of a song from
 "The Sound of Mortars".

CLICK HERE for my SOUNDCLOUD  Page

"The Sound of Mortars"  is set in war-time Afghanistan.  Is there any other time in Afghanistan? It's about a beautiful double-agent,  "Madeeja" (played by Christiana Amanpour), and a lovable but bungling band of seven dwarf terrorists, who follow her everywhere.  Other songs include: The Sound of Mortars (Madeeja), How Do You Solve a Problem like Korea and Climb Every Mountain (both sung by Mother Hillary). and Invaded Twice (Ain't it nice), sung by Captain Von Laden,  joined by Madeeja and the boys, just before they escape the military occupation of their beloved, pulverized homeland.

The story is fiction, of course, based on fact that is reminiscent of earlier fiction based on earlier fact. The name of the war may be different, but the story's the same. Who knows? The fiction/fact cycle may even go back, war by war, to the Peloponnesian War, and the futile attempt by Sisyphus to escape over the mountains with his very large pet rock.  


Friday, April 19, 2013




SON of MUSIC MAN
a comically tragic grand opera  
 Sung throughout, just like Phantom of the Opera (well, sort of). 
ADD Tangent:  This concept might make a fun party game.  Go around the room, one line per person, creating a story with song lyrics.

CAST of CHARACTERS:
Gary Indiana (Gary Indiana) -- that obnoxious carrot-top kid from The Music Man, secret love-child of Robert Preston and Ethel Merman. Gary is now 25 years-old and sings every word that comes out of that obnoxious Hoosier-mouth of his. He should ask his doctor if Lyrica is right for him.
Annie Warbucks -- now 22 years old, no longer little nor an orphan, but still an obnoxious (yet lovable) redhead, who has the same lyrical disorder as Gary Indiana (Gary Indiana). 
The Narrator -- equally obnoxious and, alas, stricken with a terminal  earworm, the entire contents of his brain having been displaced by song lyrics that won't go away until he reformats his hard-drive.  Rightly played by the playwright, of course, except when he's retching due to his own libretto, when MaryLou covers for him.

ACT ONE (Singular Sensation)

Narrator -- How shall I begin to tell the story? Talk about the boy? Talk about the girl?  Na na NAH nah ... I write the songsWhen a body meets a body, anything can happen.  Who knows? Boy-oh, Boy-oh! Something's happenin' here!  Lordy, Lord I'm tellin' you. 
Gary -- Monday, Monday! All alone am I.  I'm Mr. Blue (wah oo wah ooo). I ain't got nobody.  I've looked at clouds and I think it's gonna rain today.
Narrator -- But no one heard at all, not even a chair.
Gary -- Well these boots are made for walkin'.  Gotta walk that lonesome valley ... singin', singin' in the rain. I walk alone.  All by myself.  Strollin down the aven-oo, the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Lonely Street ...
Narrator -- Over, over and over ... but no one heard at all.  Here she comes ... pretty woman, walkin' down the street. 
Annie -- I didn't sleep a wink last night.  I've been cryin'.  (Wah oo wah ooo.) Tears on my pillow. So I say to myself, don't let the sun catch you cryin'. Oh, No!
Narrator -- It's raining! It's pouring! The sun ain't gonna shine anymore!
Gary -- Well, I'm a-walkin'.  I'm a travelin' man.  Fal-da-ree, Fal-da-rah ... 
Annie --  Who's that man, just a-walkin' down the street? He knows not where he's going to. He's just a man. Oh, No! Stop (in the name of love).
Gary -- Who am I? Who am I?
Annie -- Gary Indiana! Gary Indiana! You don't remember me, but I remember you. Try to remember. Back in the good ol' days. We were young, and didn't have a care. 
Narrator -- He went away, but now he's ba-ack. Look out, look out, look out, look out. He's no good for you, foolish little girl.  
Annie -- Listen! Do you want know a secret? Gary Indiana (Gary Indiana.) I wanna marry you ... and we're gonna get married.
Gary -- In the year 2525.  When Jupiter aligns with Mars. 
Annie -- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gary -- It's not time to make a change. Let's spend the night together.
Annie -- R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Will you still love me tomorrow? 
Gary -- E-I-E-I-O.  Got a rocket in my pocket.
Narrator -- Boy-oh, boy-oh!  [deleted -- title and lyrics from a Woody Guthrie song recorded by the Kingston Trio ... and a line from "I Am Woman"].
Annie -- Ah! Sweet mystery of life!
Narrator -- Let's go out to the lobby.
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ACT TWO (Turtle-Doves)

Annie -- We're goin' to the chapel. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Indiana wants me and we're gonna get married.
Gary -- Nah, nah, NAH, nah. Never in a million years.
Annie -- Here we are! Two turtledoves -- and baby makes three.
Gary -- Kids? We've got trouble, right here. Kids?
Annie -- What's the matter with kids?
Gary -- Nah, nah, NAH, nah.  There, I've said it again. Hey, hey hey, Goodbye!
Annie -- Hey hey hey?  Goodbye?
Gary -- Sing for me, softly, as I leave you. It's time to move on. See you in September (in the year 3535).
Annie -- I'll see you in my dreams. I will always love you-oo-ooo.
Narrator -- But no one heard at all ... not even a ch... ch...  chh....
arrrgh! eccchhh!  Hello, MaryLou!  I want you, I need you! Help me if you can.

 Don't say No, it's THE END
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Thursday, February 28, 2013

A Glossary of Seldom-Used Musical Terms




Dr Speedbump’s                                                   
 Glossary of Seldom-Used Music Terms 3.5
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al dente
with a toothy grin; (see liberace)
al Fredo
heart-breaking
al Pacino
violent, but charming
altissimo
as high as you can sing
analgesia
gradually emerge from a painfully slow tempo
anchovi
few will like this section; (see broccoli)
anesthesia
slow enough to put the audience to sleep
archipelago
extremely stretched out
aria guitaria
air guitar
aria guitaria segovia
very good air guitar
asphyxia
squirming around in your seat to get more comfortable
awolto
an alto who’s absent without notifying the director
broccoli
distasteful, but doesn’t stink as bad as anchovi
bromo salsa
a dance like the one that follows anchovi pizza molto presto
caracas
crisp; (see dorito and tostito)
cleavagio
whole notes smushed together but still distinct
clipiti clopiti
in the style of Gene Autry; (see palomino)
colorado
beautiful, except where it’s flat
con supina
sing even if you don’t want to
counter tenor
a singing waiter at a diner
da Vinci
be inventive; make something up
de Julio
campy, but in an oriental style
de Niro
forget about it; the composer’s not talking to you
disconcerto
falling apart; e.g. when the conductor loses his place
domino
finish the movement in 30 minutes or less, or admission is free
dorito
corny; one variation of caracas
dumbo
heavy, but soaring
el Greco
distorted, just like the last section and the one before that
fargo
from a distance
farina
fine but distasteful
fraudulento
sung slowly, faking the words
gambino
in control and with conviction; screw it up and you’ll regret it
gelatino
generally shaky
generalissimo
with a commanding voice
graziano
a rocky, medium-heavy rhythm; (see marciano)
innuendo
very suggestively
karo
sickeningly sweet
largo cargo
slow and heavy
largo con fuego
a slow burn
liberace
with gaiety and a toothy grin (see al dente), usually in a tuxedo

Glossary of Seldom-Used Music Terms
Page 2 of 2

linguini
a very thin tone
marciano
a rocky, very heavy rhythm; (see graziano)
martini pimento
ornamentation with no real purpose
mea culpa
with lots of mistakes
mea maxima culpa
the worst mistake imaginable
nolo prima
miss the entrance
oleo
saturated with flats
omaha
flat and boring
palomino
more uniform than pinto; (preferred by Gene Autry)
pinto
with contrasting spots; (see clipiti clopiti)
paterno
with blind determination, ad infinitum
payola
you must pay to play; obviously, no union musicians
pinnochio
played stiffly with strings
pizza molto
very flat
pizza pepperoni
with zest, but still flat
pizza poco
just a little flat
pizza poco a poco
getting flatter all the time
pp
what you should have done before the concert
priapistico
performed while standing for more than 4 hours
primi
start way too soon
quasi modo
moving along at half-speed
quasi morte angelina
beautiful but fading; literally “like a dying angel”
repugnissimo
very disgusting
rico
performed by an ensemble, when it’s supposed to be a solo
riga morte
stiff and very dull; quiet but not soft
rigatoni
a more robust tone; (see linguini)
rondo bondo
a recurring theme, each time by a different instrument, but never as well as the second one; always rehearsal section 007
sara palino
with no preparation and stopping suddenly halfway through
semolina
coarse and gritty
siberia
no sorento, ever
silencio
a cappella tutti (orchestra, chorus and soloists)
soni bono
literally “a good sound”, but actually a bit irritating
sorento
go back to this place; (synonymous with DS)
stubato
stumbling painfully along
tipperari
from an even greater distance than fargo
topeka
there’s absolutely nothing for you to do in this section
toledo
very exciting (umm…compared to omaha or topeka, anyway)
tostito
another variation of caracas (see dorito)
vivace fortissimo subito
wake the audience up; (see anesthesia)
wasilla vista
see siberia
zombi
riga morte quasi modo