FReeper Canteen - Tunes for Troops/Wedding Celebration - 20 Oct 2012

Our Troops Rock! | The Canteen DJ/s

[AZamericonnie]

The FReeper Canteen sends our best wishes....

Congratulations on your Nuptials Old Sarge & Bride of Old Sarge!

Your carriage awaits....

The banquet hall is prepared & let the feasting begin!

Word is that Ma baked this cake for you herself....

May thy life be long and happy,
Thy cares and sorrows few;
And the many friends around thee
Prove faithful, fond and true.
May your voyage through life be as happy and as free
As the dancing waves on the deep blue sea

Mendelssohn - The Wedding March

Celtic Woman - My Lagan Love

Roberta Flack - The First Time Ever I saw Your Face

Tony Bennett - The Way You Look Tonight

Barry White - My First, My Last, My Everything

Clarke - Trumpet Voluntary

[luvie]

Beautiful thread, Connie! :)

[Publius]

Hey, Luv.

(((HUGS)))

How's Texas? Rain enough Yet?

[Drumbo]

The Old Songs
~ Barry Manilow ~

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[luvie]

Hey, there! (((hugs)))

Nope...not enough rain yet. Our lakes continue to lose water,
so we’re still having water restrictions. Thanks to the cooler
weather, though, the ground isn’t drying out as quickly.

Hope you had a good week! :)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Connie, for today's Tunes for Troops / Wedding Celebration!

[mylife]

WoW! They have doubled in price LOL

[AZamericonnie]

~~Tunes For The Troops~~

 

Ben E. King - Stand By Me

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[Publius]

It cooled off. I can open my windows now!

[Drumbo]

Sing a Song
~ Earth, Wind & Fire ~

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[Kathy in Alaska]

Congratulations, Sarge and Bride of, on your wedding!!

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[spel_grammer_an_punct_polise]

“Doctor doctor....just what I needed to work out my frustrations! LOL”

We aim to please. :-)

[AZamericonnie]

You play the piano Prof?

[Publius]

From 1919 to 1926, Sergei Rachmaninov composed very little except for his encore pieces. There are two schools of thought about this.

One school points out that Sergei was depressed because of the loss of his Russian homeland. Like so many, he thought that Leninism was just a passing phase, but now his exile was apparently going to be permanent. He had said nothing negative about the Communist government lest they withhold the royalties for performances of his music. Sergei was always looking at the bottom line.

But there was comfort at home. Sergei, Natalia and the daughters Irina and Tatiana moved into a mansion in Locustwood, New Jersey. There Natalia recreated the atmosphere of the Rachmaninov estate that Lenin had confiscated. When he was composing, Natalia made sure there was peace and quiet at home, and everyone spoke Russian. When he built his summer villa on Lake Lucerne in Switzerland, life became more bearable.

I was exposed to the second school of thought at a FReeper Meet in 2000 where I met a woman who had studied under a teacher who had herself studied under Rachmaninov. According to her, Sergei was raking in so much money on the concert circuit that he had no need to compose, and he was becoming lazy.

Sergei had no interest in the “modern” classical music that was starting to play in the concert halls of New York. He had no interest in American composer Charles Ives, and Ives returned the favor by referring to Rachmaninov as Rach-not-man-enough. Ives believed it was unmanly to write music with tunes you could hum, preferring a more masculine dissonance.

As an opera composer and conductor, Sergei enjoyed an occasional Broadway show. Irving Berlin, Richard Rodgers, Jerome Kern and Cole Porter were making an impact on the musical theater, but the man who really caught his ear was George Gershwin. Sergei knew that the family name had originally been Gershwitz, and George’s parents had come out of the shtetl. In Russia, the Rachmaninovs and Gershwitzes would not even have spoken to each other, but Sergei liked the fact that in America this grandson of Russia could make a fortune, and social position meant nothing.

According to one story, at a party in New York, Sergei and George met and conversed at length. Versions of this story have been set in New York or Paris. Gershwin’s partner in conversation has been stated as Rachmaninov, Maurice Ravel, or even Igor Stravinsky. The whole story may be apocryphal. As the story goes, the two men talked shop about music. Each was impressed with the other’s work. Gershwin asked if he could take composition lessons with Rachmaninov.

”How much do you make a year/” asked Sergei.

Gershwin named a sum well into six figures.

Rachmaninov thought a bit and said, “No, you teach me.”

In February 1924, Gershwin premiered his new piece, “Rhapsody in Blue”, at a concert given by Paul Whiteman and his band at Aeolian Hall in Manhattan. The purpose of the piece was to move jazz away from a strict four-to-the-bar and loosen the rhythm. It was an interminable concert with two intermissions, but Sergei stayed to the bitter end when Gershwin and Whiteman made musical history with the piece. The version Rachmaninov heard was the jazz band version; the full-orchestra piano concerto version didn’t come until three years later.

It took a few years, but Gershwin’s way of working with rhythm at the piano began to seep into Rachmaninov’s music.

In 1926, at age 53, Sergei premiered his Fourth Piano Concerto – and it bombed. He revised it in 1941, and it got a better reception, but it never caught on the way his three previous concerti had. It’s still worth a listen. I’m rather fond of it.

Rachmaninov: Piano Concerto #4 in G minor, Op. 40 (Rachmaninov on piano with Eugene Ormandy conducting the Philadelphia Orchestra via RCA Victor recording, 1941)

[Drumbo]

Heard It In A Love Song
~ Marshall Tucker Band ~

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[AZamericonnie]

Really? Double? LOL

[luvie]

Gene Simmons Military Salute
YouTube

WE LOVE YOU ALL!!!



Proper Way To Listen To Classical Music
Video

[Publius]

I had eight years of piano lessons from ages 8 to 16. I still play on occasion.

[ConorMacNessa]

Welcome To All Who Enter This Canteen, To Our Serving Military, To Our Veterans, To All Military Families, To Our FRiends and To Our Allies!



Missing Man Setting

“The Empty Chair”

By Captain Carroll “Lex” Lefon, USN (ret), on December 21st, 2004

“In the wardroom onboard the aircraft carrier from which I recently debarked was a small, round table, with single chair. No one ever sat there, and the reasons, both for the table being there, and for the fact that the chair was always empty, will tell the reader a little bit about who we are as a culture.The wardroom, of course, is where the officers will dine; morning, noon and evening. It is not only a place to eat – it is also a kind of oasis from the sometimes dreary, often difficult exigencies of the service. A place of social discourse, of momentary relief from the burdens of the day. The only things explicitly forbidden by inviolable tradition in the wardroom are the wearing of a cover or sword by an officer not actually on watch, or conversation which touches upon politics or religion. But aboard ships which observe the custom, another implicit taboo concerns the empty chair: No matter how crowded the room, no matter who is waiting to be seated, that chair is never moved, never taken.

The table is by the main entrance to the wardroom. You will see it when you enter, and you will see it when you leave. It draws your eyes because it is meant to. And because it draws your eyes it draws your thoughts. And though it will be there every day for as long as you are at sea, you will look at it every time and your eyes will momentarily grow distant as you think for a moment. As you quietly give thanks.

AS YOU REMEMBER.

The small, round table is covered with a gold linen tablecloth. A single place setting rests there, of fine bone china. A wineglass stands upon the table, inverted, empty. On the dinner plate is a pinch of salt. On the bread plate is a slice of lemon. Besides the plate lies a bible. There is a small vase with a single red rose upon the table. Around the vase is wound a yellow ribbon. There is the empty chair.

We will remember because over the course of our careers, we will have had the opportunity to enjoy many a formal evening of dinner and dancing in the fine company of those with whom we have the honor to serve, and their lovely ladies. And as the night wears on, our faces will in time become flushed with pleasure of each other’s company, with the exertions on the dance floor, with the effects of our libations. But while the feast is still at its best, order will be called to the room – we will be asked to raise our glasses to the empty table, and we will be asked to remember:

The table is round to show our everlasting concern for those who are missing. The single setting reminds us that every one of them went to their fates alone, that every life was unique.

The tablecloth is gold symbolizing the purity of their motives when they answered the call to duty.

The single red rose, displayed in a vase, reminds us of the life of each of the missing, and their loved ones who kept the faith.

The yellow ribbon around the vase symbolizes our continued determination to remember them.

The slice of lemon reminds us of the bitterness of their fate.
The salt symbolizes the tears shed by those who loved them.
The bible represents the faith that sustained them.
The glass is inverted — they cannot share in the toast.
The chair is empty — they are not here. They are missing.

And we will remember, and we will raise our glasses to those who went before us, and who gave all that they had for us. And a part of the flush in our faces will pale as we remember that nothing worth having ever came without a cost. We will remember that many of our brothers and sisters have paid that cost in blood. We will remember that the reckoning is not over.

We many of us will settle with our families into our holiday season, our Christmas season for those who celebrate it, content in our fortune and prosperity. We will meet old friends with smiles and laughter. We will meet our members of our family with hugs. We will eat well, and exchange gifts and raise our glasses to the year passed in gratitude, and to the year to come with hope. We will sleep the sleep of the protected, secure in our homes, secure in our homeland.

But for many families, there will be an empty chair at the table this year. A place that is not filled.

WE SHOULD REMEMBER.”

Thanks To Alfa6 For Finding The Narrative Of “The Empty Chair.”

Robert Schumann – “Traumerei”
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Never Forget The Brave Men And Women Who Gave Their Lives To Secure Our Freedom!!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[spel_grammer_an_punct_polise]

Dudess! Have you been a good widdle girl?

[luvie]

Us, too....and the doors. Nothing like REAL fresh air wafting through the rooms! :)