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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on December 15, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , , Noel Coward, , Twentieth Century Blues, Yosemite Sam   

    OH, THE JOY! OH, THE JOY! 

    “After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” –Aldous Huxley

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    I consider myself to be both a lover of ‘adult’ music and a pretty fair writer, but I’ve never felt capable of being an authoritative writer about music. For example, when I listen to music that moves me, I’m at a loss for words to express why it does so — case in point, the joy of re-experiencing this clip which I’d posted once before (OH, THE JOY! on 7/21/15):

    I’ve played this clip several times, and it draws me in every time. Why? Is it the power of the music, the build-up of the way it’s staged, my identification with the gathering crowd, especially the children, reacting like they can’t resist the allure of beckoning Christmas or birthday presents? Beats me.

    Speaking of Christmas and birthdays, Dec. 16 is the birthday not only of ODE TO JOY composer LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN, but of another composer (as well as playwright, singer, actor, etc.) whose sophisticated songs are always like Christmas presents to my ears, NOEL COWARD. Here, from the 1933 Academy Award-winning best picture CAVALCADE, is one of my favorite Noel Coward songs:

    But wait — there’s more! What’s more, I saved it more or less as the best(?) for last. I refer to none other than YOSEMITE SAM, who made his entrance into the world in STAGE DOOR CARTOON on Dec. 16, 1944. So, without further ado, I present for your listening pleasure, my man Sam performing a looney tune which is, without question, the most magnum opus of merry melodies since Ode To Joy (eat your heart out, Ludwig):

    So, if you were born tomorrow (Dec. 16) and haven’t yet joined your birthday brothers in pursuing musical fame and fortune, I hope you will take note and give it a shot.

    That’s all, folks!

     
  • mistermuse 12:02 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Canis Major, cannabis, constipation, , heat, , , , , Noel Coward, , , ,   

    SIRIUS STUFF – POT – AND PUNS 

    July 3 is both STAY OUT OF THE SUN DAY and the official start of the DOG DAYS OF SUMMER, the period (July 3-August 11) during which Sirius, the Dog Star, rises at the same time as our star, the sun. The Dog Star, for your information and mine, was so named for its prominence in the constellation cluster Canis Major, which was in turn named for its prominence in the constipation buster* Cannabis Maximus.

    The point is, this is one smokin’ hot season, when (assuming you’re not a mad dog or Englishman) you’d best stay indoors all day with an ice chest full of cold ones within reach, and drink to mistermuse’s posts. What could be cooler than that?

    Friends, by staying inside, I’m not prescribing letting yourself go to pot, but the clime this time of year in the Northern Hemp-isphere isn’t fit for a dog (mad or not). It’s simply….

    How hot is it? Today I saw two birds using potholders to pull worms out of the ground…. not only that, but after the birds swallowed their prey, I could swear I saw steam coming out of their rears….er, ears. Talk about being madder than a birddog in heat–those birds were so steamed, the eggs they laid were hardboiled.

    Speaking of laying an egg, all booed things must come to an end; however, for those fans who think my yolks weren’t so hot, I leave you with these:

     
    • calmkate 3:09 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      they were sure some bad egg jokes and it’s yolk’s all over your face … 🙂
      thanks for the light relief!

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    • Carmen 7:51 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Oh, mistermuse. You are a funny guy! I always figured cannabis was good at slowing you down rather than promoting ‘movement’ — who knew?

      Hope you’ve got some help for the heat – it’s hot enough here that we’re getting warnings on the weather channel! (You heard it from the token Nova Scotian) 🙂

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      • mistermuse 8:28 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Carmen, I hear it’s hot all over. On the Weather Channel, they’re now referring to your province as Nova Scorch-ia and your capitol as Hellifax. Not only the ice, but the glue in the Eskimos’ iglues, is melting. In fact, all of Cannibis–make that, Canada–is becoming a melting pot, making it too soggy to smoke. Fortunately, you can always drink it (to mistermuse’s posts, of course).

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        • Carmen 8:33 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink

          Since my drug of choice is alcohol, I will drink to that, thanks! 🙂

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    • Richard A Cahill 1:08 pm on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I’m in my choice of country, Mexico, so I’ll drink to that.

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    • mistermuse 3:28 pm on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      My neighbor family just returned from a week in Puerto Vallarta, where it was so hot, the palm trees had checked into all the hotel rooms and the family had to sleep on the beach at night. I don’t know what the palm trees used for money–maybe the hotels accept coconuts in lieu of pesos or credit cards.

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    • Don Frankel 5:47 pm on July 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Since we’re in the middle of one right here in NYC, this one is appropriate.

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    • RMW 3:24 pm on July 5, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      “Well, you know what they say… mad dogs and Englishmen…” was a favorite saying of my mother’s so I’ve been familiar with that song since a very young child… I’m still amused by it.

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    • mistermuse 4:18 pm on July 5, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Noel Coward, who wrote the song, was of course an Englishman, so he knew whereof he wrote. Like Americans Cole Porter and Irving Berlin, he wrote both words and music….but he sang better than either of them.

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    • restlessjo 5:26 am on July 6, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Brad is kind of cute 🙂 🙂 Much cooler here today. I’m missing the heatwave already.

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    • moorezart 2:10 pm on July 8, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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    • mistermuse 3:38 pm on July 8, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks again….and likewise as far as your blog is concerned. 🙂

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    • barkinginthedark 10:34 pm on July 11, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Mad dogs etc – one of the great songs. continue

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  • mistermuse 1:00 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: A to Z, Charles Boyer, Come with me to ze Casbah, , , , Noel Coward, , The Weavers, , Ziguener   

    Z END (AT LAST) 

    With Z 26th letter of Z alphabet/26th post of this series, we come equally to Z end of both. This calls for Z celebration….so “Come wiz me to ze Casbah” and we make sweet music together. Z girl songs, zey may be few, but zat does not mean we need end on Z sour note.

    Ah, ze Casbah in old ALGIERS — where French-turned-American actor Charles Boyer famously put the above Come to ze Casbah come-on on the beautiful Hedy Lamarr….or did he? To answer zat question, you must comme see for yourself:

    http://www.tcm.com/this-month/article/121579%7C0/Algiers.html

    Comme saw?

    But I digress from the music, for which we turn first to beautiful American-turned-French (due to racism in America) entertainer, Josephine Baker:

    We turn next to one of England’s finest (and one of my favorite) composers, Noel Coward, whose urbane, wistful lyrics graced such great songs as A ROOM WITH A VIEW and….

    And now we come to the song I referred to (in reply to a comment to my previous post) as, strictly speaking, not qualified for this post….the reason being that it starts with T. However, the T is silent; for all intents and purposes, and in a pronounced way, it’s a Z song….and a rousing, joyous one it is, for “Dawn will find us laughing in the sunlight, dancing, dancing, dancing with my Tzena”:

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    This is my last post until after the holidays, as this series has been music to my ears at the expense of other demands and endeavors (once I got on a roll, I got caught up in posting every third day despite not intending such frequency). Now, before catching up becomes the impossible dream, it behooves me to hustle while I work at getting around to tackling those other endeavors….such as catching some more Zs.

    If I’m too sound asleep to be ‘alarmed’ by all this by the end of the year, wake me when it’s over.

     
    • carmen 8:55 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Ze end. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 10:14 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        ZE end? EZ for U to say!
        But welcome back any way!
        🙂

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        • carmen 12:59 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink

          A line from a book hubby’s reading is: “I’m busier than a four-balled tomcat!” I can relate. Well, err. .. you know what I mean. . .

          Have a great Christmas, mistermuse — I enjoyed the ‘series’ from afar. Where the temps were way above zero, not below – like here! (I just had to sneak in a ‘zed’ word there. *cough* – it’s ZED, not ZEE, you see. :).
          Merry Christmas in your neck of the woods, eh? 😉

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        • mistermuse 1:31 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink

          I don’t know about ZED, but I remember ZEE, as in ZUIDERZEE, where you could freeze your backside if you reside on ze seaside by ze Zuiderzee side of ze North Sea side at high tide.

          Sorry about zat. You have a great Christmas as well, Carmen.

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    • Don Frankel 9:23 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Muse, this has been a great run. I’m sorry we’re at Z end. And Z was not easy but you got a great selection here which is even more amazing when you consider the limited amount of songs about women who’s names start with Z.

      Now this is a stretch because it’s not an oldie although it has a title similar to a great old song. It’s not about a woman with a name starting with Z but since it’s ‘All of Me Love’s All of You’ and the singer’s name is Jane Zhang, she is sort of singing about a woman with the name starting with Z.

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      • mistermuse 10:36 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. It waZ a great run, if I do say so myself.

        As for the clip, the comparison may not be fair, but here is the ALL OF ME that I remember:

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    • arekhill1 10:36 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Enjoy your Christmas break, Sr. Muse. Ho, ho, ho.

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      • mistermuse 12:49 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Likewise, Ricardo. Christmas may leave me broke, but I’ll try not to lose any sleep over it.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 11:44 am on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Merry Criztmas and Happy New Yearz! Thanks for the muzic and enjoy your break. 🙂

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      • mistermuse 12:56 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Diana, and same to you. I’m pleased that you enjoyed my “muzic” — Muzak, eat your heart out! 🙂

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    • Don Frankel 12:15 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Muse, I’ll see you and raise you one.

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      • mistermuse 1:02 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks, Don. I almost picked Billie’s clip myself, but chose Louis’ rendition — let’s call it a draw, because you can’t go wrong either way.

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    • Don Frankel 6:32 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Agreed Muse and I think we can also agree that the original All of Me by Marks and Simon is the better song.

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    • mistermuse 8:44 pm on December 16, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Don, although it’s a great song, Gerald Marks (composer) and Seymour Simons (lyricist) initially couldn’t get the song published despite making the rounds of all the music publishing houses on Tin Pan Alley. It was only after Marks went backstage at a Michigan theater where Belle Baker (an important vaudeville star at that time) was performing, and played & sang the song for her that they got a break. She loved the song and said she would “see what she could do.”

      Time went by and they didn’t hear anything, but one night she was interviewed on a Newark radio station (WOR) and sang the song without accompaniment. The station was bombarded with calls asking where they could buy the song, but none of the publishers had it. All of a sudden Marks started getting telegrams, “Dear Gerry, we knew you could do it. Have a great deal for you.”

      Guess what. The song was published and became a big hit — the same song they turned up their noses at before the public demanded it!

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    • Madame Vintage 12:52 pm on December 17, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for the ever enchanting and classy set of tunes to add to such writing. It’s been a pleasure to have come across your blog. I hope the z’s do you much goodness and you have a good holiday over the festive season and a wonderful New Year.

      Sincerely Sonea

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      • mistermuse 6:26 pm on December 17, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        You are most welcome, Sonea. There’s nothing like an appreciative audience to help make it a “festive season.” Happy holidays to you as well.

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    • Mél@nie 4:53 pm on December 17, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      ah, Josephine Becker… an icon in France! ❤

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      • mistermuse 6:32 pm on December 17, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        I know she was a sensation in pre-WWII France, and it’s good to know she’s still well remembered. America’s loss was, without a doubt, France’s gain. 🙂

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    • restlessjo 4:29 am on December 18, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      You do have fun! 🙂 🙂 No time to linger but I hope this Christmas time will bring you joy. Thanks for your company.

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    • Cheryl Wright 1:10 pm on December 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Loved these videos! Have a wonderful Christmas!

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      • mistermuse 4:00 pm on December 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Cheryl, and same to you! I watched each of the videos several times, which must mean I love them too. 🙂

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    • RMW 9:49 pm on December 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      As I listen to that song I conjure up an image of Mr. Coward sitting at the grand piano in his drawing room, surrounded by his witty and urbane (or maybe not so urbane) friends. But he would have said: “It’s pronounced Zed, my boy!” Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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      • mistermuse 11:04 pm on December 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Best holiday wishes to you as well, Roslyn…, and thank you for getting back to Noel Coward.

        I didn’t realize it at the time, but his birthday is Dec. 16 — the same day I wrote this post. I will therefore do him the belated honor of listing some more of his great songs: I’LL SEE YOU AGAIN, I’LL FOLLOW MY SECRET HEART, SOMEDAY I’LL FIND YOU, MAD ABOUT THE BOY, MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMAN, and IF LOVE WERE ALL.

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    • literaryeyes 10:25 pm on December 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      May your holidays be filled with music of long ago, simple and elegant, sassy and extravagant.

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      • mistermuse 11:11 pm on December 19, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        I appreciate those “simple and elegant” words, Mary.

        Although it’s been said, many times, many ways….

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    • markscheel1 11:08 pm on December 20, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Muse,

      I congratulate you on a clever and delightful trip down memory lane alphabetically! Well done. Now, enjoy your ZZZZZ, and have a very merry Christmas.

      Mark

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      • mistermuse 12:37 pm on December 21, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Likewize, Mark. May Santa be good to you at Christmas, even though you (I surmize) usually vote Republican! 🙂

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    • Superduque777 5:47 pm on December 23, 2017 Permalink | Reply

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    • moorezart 4:57 pm on December 27, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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    • moorezart 4:58 pm on December 27, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Zees iz zimply fab-u-luz!

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  • mistermuse 6:45 pm on April 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , Damon Runyon, , humorists, , , , , Noel Coward, Toulouse-Lautrec   

    WHAT’S SO FUNNY? 

    Field Marshall Helmuth von Moltke, the leading 19th century Prussian strategist, was said to have laughed only twice: once when told that a certain French fortress was impregnable, and once when his mother-in-law died. -Paul Johnson, historian/author

    April is NATIONAL HUMOR MONTH. Why? April may have this privilege over other months because it begins with April Fools Day and ends with National Honesty Day — but to be honest, I’m just speculating. A more interesting question is raised by this post’s title….or, as W. C. Fields put it, We know what makes people laugh. We do not know why they laugh.

    But we do know that what some people find funny, others don’t. A joke that cracks you up, I may not get. Something I consider juvenile may strike you as hilarious. Paul Johnson takes a stab at this in his book HUMORISTS FROM HOGARTH TO NOEL COWARD, in which he relates journalist/writer Arthur Koestler’s example of “the very primitive Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert of South Africa. What really makes them roar is when a springbok, fatally wounded by a bullet, continues to jump and kick in its death agony.”

    What is the difference between our reaction to the Prussian’s reaction to the death of his mother-in-law, and to the Bushmen’s reaction to the death throes of the springbok? Apples and oranges? That comparison will have to do….at least, until someone pays me for the fruits of my labor. Meanwhile, for those who might contemplate the purchase of Paul Johnson’s HUMORISTS, here is a list of A-list humorists covered in his book:

    Hogarth, Dr. Johnson, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Rowlandson, Dickens, Toulouse-Lautrec, G. K. Chesterton, Damon Runyon, W. C. Fields, Charlie Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy, The Marx Brothers, James Thurber, Nancy Mitford and Noel Coward.

    An interesting cast of characters, no doubt, though in a few cases, such as the second name mentioned, “it stretches [quoting Paul Johnson himself] credulity to write of Dr. Samuel Johnson as a comic.” What seems to me even more curious, however, is the non-inclusion of the likes of Mark Twain, whose omission I will make a feeble attempt to mitigate by giving him the last word here (which was also the closing quote of my April 16 post):

    Well, humor is the great thing, the saving thing, after all.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     
    • arekhill1 9:32 am on April 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Every month should be National Humor Month, unless every other month was International Humor Month instead. Or World Humor Month. Or Planetary Humor Month. Whether you call attention to the humor in the month or not, it’s always there.

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    • mistermuse 10:34 am on April 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      If only the religious fanatics and extremists of the world believed humor is always there.

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