tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9308343528933335532024-03-05T15:15:19.902-06:00ExcelsiorHappiness? To be living in the good old days, and realilze it at the time - it doesn't get any better than that. Your one-stop thought-shop. Thank you for shopping at GAR*MART.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger297125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-62399010399256482142021-03-27T09:27:00.005-05:002021-03-28T14:15:43.076-05:00King of Glory service<p><br /></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/8WKUIdJf9vg" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/8WKUIdJf9vg</a></p><p>https://youtu.be/8WKUIdJf9vg</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-60306507744060528552020-11-24T13:59:00.001-06:002020-11-24T13:59:37.128-06:00THANKSGIVING ON KK<p>Back in 1995, the Music on KK weekly concert series began an annual tradition: The Music on KK Thanksgiving Show. We featured various traditional, secular, sacred, and some just plain fun music and readings appropriate for the Thanksgiving season. At the time, merchants were all trying to out-shout one another, and move their Black Friday shopping event first to Thursday, then to Wednesday, and finally to meaninglessness. Thanksgiving was left behind as shoppers stampeded to the shopping centers, so our Thanksgiving show was for the rest of you. </p>And, now we have the "cancel-everything and hide at home" era. Well, we made this 12-minute mini-variety show as a way of saying "Hello, in there! Happy Thanksgiving".<p>Thanks to Joyce, Fred, and Tiara for all their devoted hard work. And thanks to Norm Lorenz for his priceless production advice. 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We had music, and we sort of had a porch out in front of the studio, and we gave it a go. <div><br /></div><div>With the help of Joyce (my wife), and Tiara Lukiesh, (one of my piano students), we put together a fun one-hour program of music, a little of everything - Beethoven, Baby Boomer favorites, Beatles, jazz, tangos, polkas and of course some of our favorite Basement Music. The video below is a sampling of our experience. We had fun, got lots of good honks and thumbs up from passing cars, and even some villagers standing around having fun with us. The people on the Harleys couldn't hear us, but their contributions added a certain Milwaukee authenticity to the proceedings. 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So, we all had a lot in common. I remember careening down country roads with all the windows open, and I'm pretty sure we were a bit above the speed limit. And cranked up on the most powerful car radio I had ever heard, were the Beatles, singing "Hey Jude". Na Na Na Na-Na-Na-Na, Na-Na-Na-Na Hey Jude! <div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile back here in the 21st Century, fifty-some years later, the Beatles remain as a primary musical influence of young people. It was a most pleasant surprise to discover that one of my piano students had not only become familiar with the Beatles heritage, but had also been playing saxophone since high school. How fortuitous! Thanks, Tiara! And Joyce, my beloved wife, who just <i>loves</i> the Beatles (this is either an exaggeration or a dog-gone lie.) took up the tambourine to give us that 1960s vibe. 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Here's a song from 1971 written in all sincerity by Bruce Johnson, who was simply weary of the "New Normal" of the late sixties. You know, the endless violent protests for peace, the militant and violent and unreasonably demanding mobs, the destruction of patriotic symbols and institutions. You know . . . the New Normal of 1970.<br />
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I dutifully follow all the demands of the current New Fascists, who are oh so attentive to my "needs". "You NEED to put on your face mask" "You NEED to use the drive-in bank, because the lobby is only open by appointment" "Wear a mask" "Don't wear a mask" "You need to wait outside" "Religious meetings are cancelled" "All fun is cancelled" "We're all in this together, but we hate you for your wrong opinions".<br />
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So, with Bruce Johnson, and with anyone else who has had enough: Let's escape for a few momentse to a world much more simple, a world of joy and love. I'm sure that the millennials will still be here, to see to our "Needs" when we get back.<br />
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This video started out as a chord exercise in one of our piano lessons, but Miss T did so well on it, I couldn't resist the possibility of performing it on accordion with her on piano. Appreciate her help and cooperation in making this video possible. Can you believe she's been studying piano for less than a year?<br />
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Perhaps not everything is "out there". Plenty of things we can discover and develop, both in ourselves, and in those close to us. Entire undiscovered continents in some cases.<br />
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So, here's a song about that sort of thing from 1928 made popular by Al Jolson, and recorded by others as well, including Vera Lynn, Billie Holiday, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Peggy Lee, and countless others.<br />
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Vera Lynn was the voice of home to the soldiers in the British Armed Forces. Hers was the voice singing the songs in their frightened hearts as, even though they suspected otherwise, they bravely told the folks at home, "Don't worry about me while I'm gone; I'll be back soon." Vera was the mother, the sister, the girl you left behind when you went to war. British soldiers won the war for Vera Lynn! Her voice was a constant on the British airwaves' broadcasts to the troops at war. Hers was the voice of the soul of the free world. Her song "We'll Meet Again" was the best known of the many songs that describes what is worth fighting and dying for.<br />
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Vera Lynn left us quietly this past week, on June 18, 2020, at the age of 103. But thanks to her music, she will be with us always.<br />
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Special guest on today's video, my friend since first grade, Norm Lorenz. We performed together under many different circumstances, from bars and dance halls in a polka band, to old folks homes as the Pay As You Go band. And now, two old codgers are trying to figure out the technology of how we can both sing together even though we can't be together. We don't have no steenking Zoom. Lookin' good, Norm!<br />
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Back in the 1920s, a great discovery in Egypt captured the imaginations of people around the world. The tomb of Tutankhamen was discovered undisturbed, and gave us a glimpse of the lives of the rich and famous in the ancient world of the Pharoahs. The world was gilded in all things Tut, from the newsreels to the entertainment and art world. Here's a song that captures some of the excitement as it was experienced on the vaudeville stage.</div>
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The hat was discovered back in the old Theatre costume vault. Writings on the labels and the inside of the hat was Arabic. I don't read Arabic, but I'm sure it says "This is a hat patterned after the wardrobe of Tutankamen."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-17350635497053559942020-05-28T14:03:00.001-05:002020-05-28T14:03:38.678-05:00Tell Her She's BeautifulHere's a song from the early 1970s, written by Harry Nilsson. <br /><br />
Some of Nilsson's life-time accomplishments were, "The Point", an animated 1/2 hour musical he wrote and directed, his #1 recording of "Without You", and his collection of standards with orchestra conducted by Gordon Jenkins "A Touch of Schmilsson in the Night" It was Harry who advised the Muppets to "Put de Lime in de Coconut", and it was Harry with John Lennon who got drunk, acted up, and got thrown out of a Frank Sinatra show. What goes up . . . .<br />
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Harry had his sublime moments as well. He led the residents of an English old-folks home in a raucous and enthusiastic wine-filled chorus of "I'll tie my tie / till the day I die / and if I have to be fed / I'd rather be dead." And, there was the following song, nothing quite like it anywhere. And I notice, my version is the only non-Nilsson version on YouTube. There ya go -- here, in a rare internet sensation, is Gary Alan Guetzlaff, singing Harry Nilsson's "The Most Beautiful World in the World"<br />
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Thanks for listeningUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-27969557575214260562020-05-21T14:51:00.003-05:002020-05-21T14:54:49.030-05:00I Warned YouSo, it's Memorial Day weekend. The unofficial beginning of Summer.<br />
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So, remember. Just remember - I won't tell you what to remember. If you don't know, you probably never will.<br />
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Here's a song for you, to help you through your "closed" weekend. It was created in the 1930s. It was popularized by George Formby, bad, bad boy, who, armed only with his little ukulele single-handedly terrorized conventional British entertainment. In fact, George was crowned the Clown Prince of the English Music Hall Stage.<br />
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Along with George, we laugh at ourselves, and our little hypocrisies and hangups, and who is ever ready for something like that?<br />
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So, I'll warn you -- This song is not funny because:<br />
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And people with a sense of humor find it funny, and to some people, that's bad.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-77244963479216471902020-05-08T13:40:00.002-05:002020-05-08T13:40:28.764-05:00All I've Got to Do is Thank You, GirlOne distinct advantage of having been born so very, very long ago, is that I got to experience the Beatles phenomenon firsthand. No historian to my knowledge has ever captured the magnitude of these formative years of creativity. Many tried to copy the Beatles, but every time some other group thought they had captured the "Beatles sound" a <i>new</i> Beatles sound had already emerged. Each song of the Beatles defined a whole new sub-genre of music. On first hearing a new Beatles song on the radio, the first reaction was a surprised "Who is that?" And then the recognition would dawn, "Oh, it's The Beatles. They sound so different from their last song." The harmonic complexity would set each new song apart from the others. There were very few "three-chord thumpers" in the Beatles repertoire. The complexity of the new harmonies would attract the imitation of orchestras, lounge singers, songwriters, and even bluegrass bands -- forever.<br />
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Here's a new insight into a very old (1964) Beatles song:<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-34701533901340427312020-05-05T13:07:00.001-05:002020-05-08T13:21:58.345-05:00Chase Those Little Rainbows In My SoulHere's a song I've always admired. It was written by Robert Crumb, the underground cartoonist popular in the 60s and 70s. Robert Crumbs music is always filled with joy. How can you go wrong with a banjo, mandolin, accordion, Hawaiian guitar and a musical saw? His first release, with the Keep on Truckin' Orchestra was pressed to vinyl in a 78 rpm recording of River Blues / Wisconsin Wiggles. By the time it came out, many phonographs no longer supported the 78 rpm speed, so lots of people missed this beautiful recording. There is another group of LP albums that Robert Crumb recorded in the 1970s with the Cheap Suit Serenaders. This song was among those, co-written by Mr. Crumb. For the most part, the group recorded classics from the 1920s and 1930s, for example a heart-rendingly beautiful rendition of "I'll See You In My Dreams" featuring a musical saw.<br />
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And so, trying to keep the old Carpal Tunnel at bay, here is the famous laid-off church organist Gary Alan Guetzlaff's version of Chasing Rainbows!<br />
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This piece was one of our "greatest hits" when we played at nursing homes - we'd save it for our grand finale. "We" was me, and my life-long friend Norm Lorenz of Madison. We called our style of music (and our life-style at the time) "Pay as You Go". <br />
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And speaking of birds, today's musical assault comes as an attempt to fill a special request. Last week, a fan of mine, a cockatoo who lives near Madison, WI requested a song by John Denver. "Sunshine on My Shoulders". This is the best I can do, it's a far reach for my repertoire, and I pray it's good enough. The beaks on some of those cockatoos are like Pruning Shears, and I don't want my pinkies pruned . . .<br />
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This morning/afternoon, I was working with the old King of Glory gang. We haven't had church lately, but today we got together, in a sanitary sort of way, to produce an Easter church service for online distribution. I'm posting it at the end of this page, always hoping to get the good news out there. Everybody at church was fine, and it was good to see them again, and work together.<br />
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Quite another view of Easter is the one portrayed in the 1948 movie <i>Easter Parade. </i>You may not have seen the movie, but without fail, have you noticed, people always sing "On the Avenue . . . ." at the oddest times. <br />
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Happy Easter!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-41463509517819711382020-04-08T16:17:00.001-05:002020-04-08T16:17:27.988-05:00When the Lights Go On AgainEngland in World War 2 was a scary place. Relentless Nazi air raids, the bombing of London was the grim reality that led to the blackout restrictions. By order of the government, windows had to be darkened so that the city could not be visually targeted from the air. <br />
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Cheering them on to bravery and self-sacrifice was Vera Lynn. British soldiers were all in love with Vera. They won the war for her. In her songs, she was their mother, she was their daughter, she was the girl they left behind, and sometimes she was even the fantasy lover they would meet and marry when they came back home. She felt their pain, and every British soldier fought and sometimes died to win the war for Vera. She entertained the troops abroad, she staged radio broadcasts from home, she recorded phonograph records for their jukeboxes.<br />
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"When the Lights Go On Again" was one of Vera's songs. Others you may have heard of, recorded with a chorus of soldiers and sailors singing with her: "We'll Meet Again", "Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart"<br />
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This week, at the age of 103, Vera Lynn is still giving us a message of hope. In an interview with a London magazine this week, she said "In these uncertain times, I am taken back to my time during World War II, when we pulled together and looked after each other. It is this spirit that we all need to find again to weather the storm of the corona virus."<br />
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God bless you, Vera Lynn! <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-84765374113518061912020-04-07T11:09:00.002-05:002020-04-07T11:09:33.976-05:00She's a Woman (1965) instrumentalToday's video is an instrumental arrangement I've been working on, and with no piano students to try it out on, I offer it to our online community. The Beatles, even after all these years, provide fresh new insights into harmony, rhythm, and music as we know it. <br />
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Here's a 55-year old Beatles song (yes, Boomers, we <i>are</i> that old) with an arrangement inspired by Elvis Presley and Ramsey Lewis. Hope this brightens up your quarantine!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-31218076047672293342020-04-03T17:46:00.003-05:002020-04-03T17:47:16.905-05:00Life Can Be So Sweet on the Sunny SideToday, we grab our coats and get our hats.... (sorry it got so late in the day, my video editor was fighting me today.)<br />
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It was such a glorious sunny day. Here's something they don't tell you on TV: when you go outside, you're isolated - because, besides the dog-walkers, <i>there's nobody out there.</i> You can maintain your social distance, wear your face mask if you wanna, but chances are you can walk for blocks without even seeing another person. And it's <i>quiet</i> out there. Without the constant freeway drone, and the planes ("de planes!" - we live close to the airport), you can actually hear the birds singing. Yes, they're back, the robins, red-wing blackbirds, Canada geese, ducks, and the ever-popular sparrows. Since Snap Fitness and my wife's Sweat'n'Sleaze Gym have closed, we go out for a walk every morning as soon as we get up. </div>
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It's another one of those Depression era songs that people leaned on for comfort and hope. It is rumored that Fats Waller wrote this song and sold it to Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Fields, so I credit him in the video as well. </div>
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Technical note - Sorry, Norm. I didn't see the reflection of the tripod until I was just about finished with the editing. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-21940938801501274332020-04-01T16:01:00.000-05:002020-04-01T16:01:14.358-05:00Everywhere You GoSongs are sometimes not about the world we live in, but more about the world we would like to live in. In the 1930s, the songwriters reached out to the world, helping everybody to look on the bright side. And sometimes, a little creative denial is all we need to get back on track. Imagine. As Al Jolson sang, "it isn't raining rain, you know, it's raining violets!" And sometimes, just noticing a flower, a bird song, or the smile of a passer-by that we may otherwise have missed, can be a life-changing event.<br />
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This song, "Everywhere You Go", by Joe Goodwin, Larry Shay, and Mark Fisher<span style="color: #3c4043; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">, was written in 1927, and recorded countless times, by Bing Crosby, by Doris Day, and, my favorite, a live noon-time show on WTMJ radio in Milwaukee, played by a band calling themselves the Hot Shots, who used the song as their theme song. </span></span><br />
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In the 1970s, 80s, and some 90s, my friend Norm and I used to perform at old folks homes, and this was our theme song. We called our band "Pay As You Go", and usually we were joined by Geoff the Washboard Dude, my little brudder from Watertown.<br />
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Without getting all "Andy Griffith" about it, this is one of those songs about leaving the world a better place, and shouldn't we all be doing a little of that?<br />
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The flowers in the video are from the Summer 2019 crop.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-41800755571196601682020-03-25T16:15:00.000-05:002020-03-25T16:15:18.418-05:00Social DistancingSo, now that the Angel O'Death is flapping his wings over Milwaukee, the simple solution occurred to everyone simultaneously - let's build little forts out of toilet paper packages and hide in them with our families until this passes. I suppose you've heard enough, enough, enough about all that virus stampede stuff on Outta-My-Facebook and PanicNewsNetwork TV. Now that we've all been sent to our rooms by the government, what to do next? <br />
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I suppose I've always craved for a little Social Distancing all my life, it's just grand to wake up on a full day with nothing on it. Projects around the house are completing without interruption. Things get cleaned, sorted, painted. But still...<br />
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I miss my piano students. Oh, a few carefully selected students manage to slip in at undisclosed locations and times to keep a little beauty going on in their lives. And I miss the people at church, the services, get-togethers, the choir. Music is so important, once one's survival is ensured. There is so much beauty in a Bbminb5, the hauntingly beautiful chord that pops up in Beatles tunes when you least expect it. There's so much joy to be had free for the taking in music.<br />
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So, here's what happens when there's nobody to share music with. This video is safe to watch. I deployed my full protective personal social distancing gear. Put it on, and nobody but nobody will get within six feet of you - guaranteed!<br />
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Enjoy your time at home. It won't be forever. And I'm sure the world will get back at us later....<br />
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Keep yourselves safe!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-14448398610228188512018-07-21T16:10:00.000-05:002018-07-21T16:10:26.126-05:00 et angelum lucis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIL1mY8AOKPmeLVIeGh4sgE5Kt2Wqv-XspwT0A-byNxf1iM_wefzJ8Is-NITSABF0RCx6JSwzUEmsol9YIgxIAmihdGjgKY9DtPBmrvAUkX-tPzhyphenhyphenAn-fmR6dZ6kcPlyzkfGV1hUD4WT8/s1600/IMG_20180718_1801228_rewind.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIL1mY8AOKPmeLVIeGh4sgE5Kt2Wqv-XspwT0A-byNxf1iM_wefzJ8Is-NITSABF0RCx6JSwzUEmsol9YIgxIAmihdGjgKY9DtPBmrvAUkX-tPzhyphenhyphenAn-fmR6dZ6kcPlyzkfGV1hUD4WT8/s320/IMG_20180718_1801228_rewind.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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People have commented that the Angel With Broken Wings would feel more functional if he could be holding up a light against the darkness. In deference to your concern, Readers, we have provided him with a candle. Shining a light into the darkness is always a good idea. Thanks.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-30350131175611871202018-07-13T15:46:00.001-05:002018-07-13T15:46:28.539-05:00Speakeasy on KK AvenueTwenty-Two Years Ago, we worked in a Speakeasy. It looked like an old bank building over there on Kinnickinnic Avenue. Moose was the doorman, and if you didn't know the password, man, oh man you just didn't get in. Inside you took a table, Charlie would help you find a seat, and let the action unfold around you - Gangsters, Bootleggers, Flappers, and, of course everybody's favorite beverage - "Vito's Ginger Ale". - maybe there was something illegal going on there, because some nights the joint got raided. . . <br />
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Actually, it was a community theater project called Speakeasy!, a successful theatrical series that carried on for four years. Tape was newly rescued by the Wayback Machine, an expert video by Norm Lorenz. Can you believe how much energy we had those 22 years ago?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-80154369913297182882017-12-25T02:30:00.000-06:002017-12-25T02:30:25.089-06:00Merry Christmas to All!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930834352893333553.post-70214845125672860732017-12-24T14:29:00.000-06:002017-12-24T14:29:00.504-06:00The Third Bell<span style="font-size: large;">When we arrived, it was sunset already, and went to our desks, but we took our coats along with us, because we would soon be leaving for the church service soon. All dressed in our Sunday best, making fun of the way everybody's parents had dressed them. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The teacher calls the class to order, panic time is here. One last fast run-through of the recitations has us convinced that we have forgotten everything. The previous two or three weeks of classes, largely devoted to learning these parts, all for naught. It is SHOW TIME!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the few remaining moments before final assembly, we compare notes on our family Christmas celebrations, and, mostly, our Christmas presents. Some have already opened their gifts, some have to wait until tomorrow morning, some are so cool they know already what they're getting, so it doesn't matter. Ah, adolescence! Too cool to care. Ya, sure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tonight, we have not one but two performances. The Christmas service attendance is so large that one service couldn't hold all the spectators. Between the services, we return to the classroom, where the "room mothers" (volunteer parents) serve s cookies and juice. We were the sought-after commodity, the stars of the show. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Classes line up and march out of the classroom, single file, in the exact order of our pews. There are approximately 300 of us. We are directed to the sidewalk, class by class, and march over to the church, where we wait outside for the beginning of the service processional, signaled by the church bells. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Standing in the magical icy Christmas stillness, we are still talking about presents, but, in somewhat muted tones, because we're not supposed to be talking at all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The director this year is Mr. Brauer, the music teacher. He played the violin and looked and sounded, appropriately, like Jack Benny. During various numbers, including the processional, he picks up his violin and soars over the melody with a beautiful descant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The church is packed to capacity as we enter. The church hits us all at once, it's warm, it's bright, it's full of sound, full of joy. The still dark tree in the front, must have been about 16 feet high. As the last of the procession goes into the front pews, the tree sprang to life. Three sections of lighting suddenly came to life, the tree drew so much power that a special service was installed from the utility pole. Brilliant white light bulbs created an overwhelming spectacle that was almost painful to look at.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Weeks of practice paid off, as we head to the exact seat in the exact pew we had rehearsed. The congregation is crowded into every pew, including the upstairs. The normal echoes of the church are absorbed into nothingness by the capacity crowd. The organ even sounds strange. "O Come All Ye Faithful" played at full capacity of the organ, sforzando and all using pipes not normally deployed and then some, but no match for the lusty singing of the congregation. These people were ready for a spectacular, and spectacular we were!</span><br />
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