He posits posts you can bank on for interest, though short term in sum cases (sumtimes as little as two seconds). If you’re thinking in terms of interest that goes on and on, read The Bard or The Donald (depending on whether you’re more attuned to Bill Shakespeare or Bull Shit).
For this particular caper, we stick up — I mean pick up — from the initial A, where our girl’s-name songs left off….this time killing two letters (B and C) with one post. For our B song, off to BONNIE SCOTLAND we go:
As long as we B in Scotland, we might as well C in Scotland:
OK, so CLYDE isn’t a girl’s name — not a minor detail, I confess. I am thus forced to acknowledge that selecting the ideal song isn’t as simple as A-B-C — our girl C will have to wait until my next post after all. I Be C-ing you then (Lord willing and the river don’t rise).
Clever intro to a clever post, Muse. I’ll pass on The Donald myself – I’m NOT interested in any more BS from him if I can possibly avoid it.
Clyde may not be a girl’s name, but I loved the River song – especially the beautiful visuals. Thanks for sharing. C you next time.
xx,
mgh
(Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
“It takes a village to educate a world!”
I thank you a wee bonnie bit and then sum, Madelyn. I too dig the River Clyde song — I’d ne’er heard it before and was glad to stumble upon it (who knew you could stumble upon a river?).
I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re right, Don — even a few human “Clydes” may have started out as girls. As for the “Dale” part, remember Dale Evans (wife of Roy Rogers)? I’m pretty sure she was a girl from start to finish. (That’s intended to be humorous, is case anyone takes that seriously.)
Great characters and great film. In my opinion, the violence wasn’t gratuitous, although at the time it came out (1967), some considered it so. Of course, it pales in comparison to the violence in modern movies, but even back in the 1960s, I didn’t think it was as violent as the shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s PSYCHO.
Ricardo, that brings back all-but-forgotten memories of the Legion of Decency pledge renewed annually at Sunday Mass which forbid Catholics from watching movies with too much sex and/or violence (which in those days meant almost any sex or violence). As I recall, violation was under pain of mortal sin, but that just made such forbidden pleasures all the more enticing for some of us.
My last post was published on the birthday (Jan. 20, 1896) of GEORGE BURNS. This post is being published on the birthday (Jan. 25, 1759) of ROBERT BURNS. The former lived to the ripe old age of 100, the latter to age 37; a punster might say (0f the disparity) that they Burns the candle at both ends (of course, I would never say such a thing).
Some of you no doubt remember George Burns as God in the 1977 hit film OH, GOD!, and as the Academy Award winning Best Supporting Actor in THE SUNSHINE BOYS (1975), but we geezers best recall him as straight man to wife Gracie Allen in the comedy team of BURNS AND ALLEN. After she died in 1964, he immersed himself in work, remaining active for another three decades in TV, movies, and as author of ten books.
Here are Burns & Allen with Fred Astaire in two fun scenes from DAMSEL IN DISTRESS (1937):
Many of you probably do not remember ROBERT BURNS (aka RABBIE BURNS). Even I, ancient as I am, do not recall him. But history tells us he was known as the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire (Scotland), and as a pioneer of the Romantic movement. Regarded as the National Poet of Scotland, in 2009 the Scottish public voted him the GreatestScot, evidently as a belated promotion from GreatScot! Among his best known poems are “Auld Lang Syne,” “A Red, Red Rose” and “To A Mouse” (said to have been written when he accidently destroyed a mouse nest while plowing a field). I suspect the mouse would have preferred if Burns had restored the nest, but nonetheless, the poem was a mice gesture.
In closing, it might be nice to see what the Burns boys had to say in their own words (George’s quotes are in italics, followed by Robert’s in what I take to be post-Old English):
Acting is all about honesty. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.
Nice to be here? At my age, it’s nice to be anywhere. (Tell me about it!)
First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up, and finally, you forget to pull it down. (Don’t tell me about it.)
When I was a boy, the Dead Sea was only sick.
It takes only one drink to get me drunk. Trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the 13th or 14th.
Oh wad some power the giftie gie us / To see ourselves as others see us!
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, / That’s a’ the learning I desire.
An’ there began a lang digression / About the lords o’ the creation.
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, / O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
The best laid plans o’ mice and men Gang aft a-gley.
Interest that you should mention Robert Burns. Funnfact: there is a statue of him in my home city. It seems kind of random to see it since he never resided in Massachusetts and I’m not sure he ever lived in the states. To make a long story short, a Scottish heritage group, called the Scottish clans of America in honor of all of the Scottish people who had settled in the area.
Thank you for that interesting info. I wonder if there is a similar statue in the Canadian province of Nova Scotia, which was a Scottish colony for a brief period in the 17th century.
I don’t know if you watch JEOPARDY!, but if so, perhaps you’ve noticed that Rabbie (Robert) Burns turns up relatively often as a question (answer).
I am bat-sh*t crazy about “back in the day” tap routines — but would you believe that I either didn’t know (or had totally forgotten) that Burns was a tapper? And an excellent one too! I mean, anyone who can keep up with Astaire is NO slouch!!!
I had to watch this 3 times, putting my attentional spotlight on each of them. BRILLIANT routine! Such lightness in their execution – and CLEAN as a whistle taps.
I also think that G. Burns was one of the few (besides me, of course) who really appreciated Gracie’s comic genius – in addition to his being able to set her up perfectly – one of the best straight men in the biz.
Bobby, on the other hand, is my personal guru of oh-well. I am a repeat winner of the Bobbie Burns award, having ganged oft aglee more times than *anybody* can count!
Thanks for another great post.
xx,
mgh
(Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
– ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
“It takes a village to educate a world!”
I agree about George Burns. He, like most entertainers back in the day, started out in vaudeville and could do more than one thing. Astaire, for example, was not only a great dancer, but an actor, singer (I personally love his way with a song), choreographer, percussionist, and even wrote a few popular songs. In those days, you had to have talent — you didn’t get to be famous for being famous.
Don Frankel
9:05 am on January 25, 2017 Permalink
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Muse, I remember the TV show from when I was a kid. While Gracie and Harry Von Zell would be plotting, George would be upstairs in his den watching it on TV. I thought that was the coolest thing.
Although George wasn’t my favorite comedian, George and Gracie as a pair were “the coolest thing” indeed. If I recall correctly, at the end of the show, he would tell Gracie, “Say goodnight [meaning ‘to the audience’], Gracie.”….and she would repeat, “Goodnight, Gracie.”
arekhill1
10:21 am on January 25, 2017 Permalink
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To return to your favorite subject, Sr. Muse, if God is going to get started with giving out the gift of perceiving how others see us, He could start with Trump.
You got that right, Ricardo. Even when he does perceive how others see him, it’s through the lens of his megalomania. Talk about a legend in his own mind!
A great post, told in an appealingly humorous way. I remember Gracie Allen well. I was a teenager when they were on TV quite a lot and my mum loved them. George must have done something right to live to a hundred … perhaps he always ate his greens or something. Lol The tap scene is amazing. All three are wonderful dancers.
In a comment above, you wondered whether there was a Robert Burns’ statue in Nova Scotia. I looked up about statues of Burns around the world, intending to add some to my post, and I know there are a few in Australia, New Zealand and Canada. I think there’s one in British Columbia and one in Halifax in Nova Scotia. I didn’t get as far as looking to see whether there were any in the USA. I intend to do another post about Rabbie, this time about his life and poetry. I thought I’d talk about the many statues then.
Thank you for connecting to my post. I enjoyed reading yours.
Thank you for the kind words. Anyone who’s interested in more info (along with some very nice pix) about Robert Burns should check out your Jan. 25 post by clicking on your name above.
Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 1:46 am on October 3, 2017 Permalink |
Clever intro to a clever post, Muse. I’ll pass on The Donald myself – I’m NOT interested in any more BS from him if I can possibly avoid it.
Clyde may not be a girl’s name, but I loved the River song – especially the beautiful visuals. Thanks for sharing. C you next time.
xx,
mgh
(Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
“It takes a village to educate a world!”
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mistermuse 5:57 am on October 3, 2017 Permalink |
I thank you a wee bonnie bit and then sum, Madelyn. I too dig the River Clyde song — I’d ne’er heard it before and was glad to stumble upon it (who knew you could stumble upon a river?).
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Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC 5:34 pm on October 3, 2017 Permalink
lol – I’d never heard it before stumbling onto it on your post either. I’m traveling the world on my big-screen monitor.
xx,
mgh
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Don Frankel 3:45 pm on October 3, 2017 Permalink |
Yeah I see where you got stuck with Clyde there. But maybe you could have used these guys as probably some of them are girls.
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mistermuse 7:28 pm on October 3, 2017 Permalink |
I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re right, Don — even a few human “Clydes” may have started out as girls. As for the “Dale” part, remember Dale Evans (wife of Roy Rogers)? I’m pretty sure she was a girl from start to finish. (That’s intended to be humorous, is case anyone takes that seriously.)
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restlessjo 3:59 pm on October 3, 2017 Permalink |
Aside from the violence I did enjoy the Bonnie and Clyde film. Two great characters, beautifully portrayed. 🙂 🙂
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mistermuse 8:20 pm on October 3, 2017 Permalink |
Great characters and great film. In my opinion, the violence wasn’t gratuitous, although at the time it came out (1967), some considered it so. Of course, it pales in comparison to the violence in modern movies, but even back in the 1960s, I didn’t think it was as violent as the shower scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s PSYCHO.
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Richard Cahill 1:29 am on October 4, 2017 Permalink |
We little Catholics weren’t permitted to see it, Sr. Muse, so I have to admit I’ve only watched cleaned-up versions on TV. Commercials, too.
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mistermuse 7:20 am on October 4, 2017 Permalink |
Ricardo, that brings back all-but-forgotten memories of the Legion of Decency pledge renewed annually at Sunday Mass which forbid Catholics from watching movies with too much sex and/or violence (which in those days meant almost any sex or violence). As I recall, violation was under pain of mortal sin, but that just made such forbidden pleasures all the more enticing for some of us.
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