FReeper Canteen ~ Tunes For Our Troops!! ~ 15 November 2014

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[Kathy in Alaska]

Tunes For Our Troops!!

Post at will!!

Technical issues this evening.

[ConorMacNessa]

Good evening, Maestro! To be frank, I have been so tied up lately that I have not yet had a chance to listen to your posts.

After work yesterday I touched down at home for about 20 minutes, then off to choir until about 10:00 - then home and to bed.

I am well familiar with "An Sylvia" and worked on it myself for some time. I never got the piece into shape where I felt I could perform it.

Not familiar with "Thekla" - I'll l priceless!

America demands Justice for the Fallen of Benghazi!

O stranger, tell the Lacedaemonians that we lie here, obedient to their command.

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)

[Fiji Hill]

Moan, You Moaners!--Bessie Smith (1930)

[Publius]

ROCKUMENTARY: NOVEMBER 15, 1975

#8 – Morris Albert: “Feelings”

Mauricio Alberto Kaisermann was a Brazilian singer who was a one-hit wonder. This was one of the most played – and most satirized – songs of the Seventies.

Morris Albert: “Feelings”

[Publius]

Schubert wrote “Sylvia” in such a way that it could be sung in either German or English. He was a huge fan of the Schlegel Brothers who translated Shakespeare into German preserving the meter and bawdy Renaissance wordplay.

[left that other site]

I should have the band play that one in church Sunday!

(Biker church...they LOVE the Blues!)

[left that other site]

I did GB during the 70’s.

Nuff said.

[ConorMacNessa]

"I'll l priceless!" = "I'll look at it over the weekend. The Puccini is, of course, priceless!"

Sorry about the truncation.

America demands Justice for the Fallen of Benghazi!

O stranger, tell the Lacedaemonians that we lie here, obedient to their command.

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)

[Publius]

ROCKUMENTARY: NOVEMBER 15, 1975

#27 – Bay City Rollers: “Saturday Night”

The promotion department at their label had the temerity to push these Scottish lads as the natural heirs of the Beatles. Uh, wrong!

Bay City Rollers: “Saturday Night”

[luvie]

LOVE YOU CANTEEN DJ'S!!!
Thanks for your hard work!
GodBlessUSA; mylife; AZAmericonnie; Kathy In Alaska; Ms.Behavin;EsmeraldaA; ConorMacNessa;acad1228; LibertyValance; Cindy; Starwise; 50mm; iron munro; publius;
spel_grammer_an_punct_polise;
Drumbo (and me)

YOU ROCK OUT LOUD!!
God bless our troops!!!

Thanks for a great thread,
Kathy and Connie
and all your hard work, DJs!
Rockin' it good tonight!
Hope to join y'all tomorrow sometimes!

[ConorMacNessa]

I worked on several of his songs - "Staendchen" - "Wohin" - "Ave Maria" and others. I have never encountered a Schubert song that I did not like.

America demands Justice for the Fallen of Benghazi!

O stranger, tell the Lacedaemonians that we lie here, obedient to their command.

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)

[Publius]

Get yourself Volume 6 of the Hyperion Schubert Edition for Christmas. Anthony Rolfe Johnson sings some of the greatest songs.

[Publius]

GB? George Bush?

[left that other site]

I am turning in early tonight.

Good night,and thank you for a great evening of music!

[left that other site]

General Business.

Weddings, Funerals, Bar Mitzvahs, graduations, house Parties, etc.

[Publius]

ROCKUMENTARY: NOVEMBER 15, 1975

#7 – Natalie Cole: “This Will Be”

Her dad had been in the ground for a decade when Natalie hit the big time. She had a drug problem, though, and didn’t return to the charts until the Eighties when her act and style matured. This was the song that started her on her way.

Natalie Cole: “This Will Be”

[Publius]

Thank you. I was a bit confused.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Publius, for this weeks Rockumentary for November 15, 1975. ((HUGS))

[Fiji Hill]

She certainly sings it with feeling.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Home safe and sound...thank you. *HUGS*

Getting set up now for some tunes.

[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."

Many Thanks To Alfa6 For Finding Capt. Lefon's Chronicle Of "The Empty Chair."

"Träumerei"
Robert Schumann
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Never Forget The Brave Men And Women Who Gave
Their Lives To Secure Our Freedom!!

"Riamh nár dhruid ó sbairn lann!"

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)