THE MOST AMAZING DANCE EVER.

DANCING IN THE DARK
The Band Wagon is a 1953 musical comedy film that many critics rank, along with Singin’ in the Rain, as the finest of the MGM musicals, although it was only a modest box-office success. It tells the story of an aging musical star who hopes a Broadway play will restart his career. However, the play’s director wants to make it a pretentious retelling of Faust, and brings in a prima ballerina who clashes with the star.

Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse stopped by Central Park
and while the melody of “Dancing in the Dark” unfolds
gradually ,improvise unrehearsed one of the
most AMAZING CHOREOGRAPHY, to be enjoyed and
appreciated for the rest of our times.

The song was written by Arthur Schwartz and Howard
Dietz. Considered part of the Great American Songbook.

The film was nominated for Academy Awards for Best
Costume Design,Color,Best Music,Scoring of a Musical  Picture and Best  Writing,Story and Screenplay.

“The Band Wagon” was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of
Congress as being ” culturally,historically, or aesthetically
significant “.

Every time you watch this wonderful performance you can appreciate the equality of movements, leg work, stepping
and specially arms and hands synchronization of both.

In the same time it’s romantic, conforming to standards of propriety, good taste,elegant and with a gracious ending,specially to the masculine approach of Fred Astaire to the horse-vehicle.

Frederic Austerlitz Jr. ( Fred Astaire )
May 10,1899-June22-1987

Tula Ellice Finklea ( Cyd Charisse )
March 8, 1921- June 17-2008

SOFTLY,AS I LEAVE YOU.


Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can’t bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there.

 

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Eydie Gormé was born as Edith Gormezano in The Bronx, New York in 1928, the daughter of Fortuna and Nessim Gormezano. Her father was a tailor. She is a cousin of singer-songwriter Neil Sedaka. Her parents were Sephardic Jewish immigrants, her father from Sicily and her mother from Turkey.

She graduated from William Howard Taft High School in 1946 and worked for the United Nations as an interpreter, using her fluency in the Ladino and Spanish languages. She made her recording debut in 1950 .

In 1953, Gormé caught both her big break, and her future, lifelong husband, when she and singer STEVE LAWRENCE were booked to the original The Tonight Show, then hosted by Steve Allen.

Gormé enjoyed hit singles of her own, none selling bigger than 1963’s “Blame It on the Bossa Nova”, which was also her final foray into the Top 40 pop charts. It sold over one million copies, and was awarded a gold disc. She won a Grammy Award for Best Female Vocal Performance in 1967, for her version of “If He Walked Into My Life”, from Mame.

Gormé died on August 10, 2013, six days shy of her 85th birthday, at Sunrise Hospital & Medical Center in Las Vegas following a brief, undisclosed illness. Her husband, Steve Lawrence, was at her bedside, along with their surviving son, David.

SOMETIMES WE’LL SIGH,SOMETIMES WE’LL CRY.

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BUDDY HOLLY – TRUE LOVE WAYS (1960)

Just you know why
Why you and I
Will bye and bye
Know true love ways

Sometimes we’ll sigh
Sometimes we’ll cry
And we’ll know why
Just you and I
Know true love ways

Throughout the days
Our true love ways
Will bring us joys to share
With those who really care

Sometimes we’ll sigh
Sometimes we’ll cry
And we’ll know why
Just you and I
Know true love ways

Throughout the days
Our true love ways
Will bring us joys to share
With those who really care

Sometimes we’ll sigh
Sometimes we’ll cry
And we’ll know why
Just you and I
Know true love ways.

sigh

CAVIAR AND MUSIC

CAVIAR

 

CAVIAR
Caviar, according to the Food and Agriculture Organization, is a product made from salt-cured fish-eggs of the Acipenseridae family. The roe can be “fresh” (non-pasteurized) or pasteurized, with pasteurization reducing its culinary and economic value.
Traditionally the term caviar refers only to roe from wild sturgeon in the Caspian and Black Seas (Beluga, Ossetra and Sevruga caviars). Depending on the country, caviar may also be used to describe the roe of other fish such as salmon, steelhead, trout, lumpfish, whitefish, and other species of sturgeon.

Caviar is considered a luxury delicacy and is eaten as a garnish or a spread. In 2012, caviar sold for $2,500 per pound, or $3,000 to $5,500 per kilo.

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Andreas Vollenweider (born 4 October 1953) is a Swiss musician. His music has been categorized as World Music, Jazz, New Age and even Classical; two of his albums were number 1 on the Billboard charts simultaneously in the categories Classical, Jazz, Pop and Crossover for more than 11 weeks. His primary instrument is an electrically modified harp of his own design, but he also plays a wide variety of instruments from around the world, including the Chinese guzheng. His albums feature many musicians performing his compositions with him, ranging from simple solos to suites for orchestra and soloists. His music is mostly instrumental but he has occasionally forayed into vocal music as well.

THE BRIEF SPACE OF YOUR ABSENCE.

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     ‘  EL BREVE ESPACIO EN QUE NO ESTAS   ‘

(  The brief space of your absence  )

There are still traces of moisture,
her scents fills my loneliness,
in the bed draws its silhouette which promise
filling the brief space of her absence..
I still do not know if she will return
no one knows, what will be next day,
Break all my schemes, no misdeeds,  no grievances,
Neither asking  in return for what you give.
Usually violent and tender,
never speaks about eternal union,
but conveys like if would be the last day to love.
It does’nt share a meeting,
She prefers a song that compromises her thinking.
Still, I have not ask her -will you stay? ‘.
I greatly fear the response of ever may .
I rather share her, than empty my life ,
She is not perfect,
barely near what I always,,,,,,,
Merely idealize !!

IL BREVE SPAZIO DI VOSTRA ASSENZA.

Ci sono ancora tracce di umidità,
i suoi profumo e riempire la mia solitudine,
a letto trae la sua sagoma che promettono
riempire il breve spazio che è …
Io ancora non so se tornerà
nessuno sa, il giorno dopo che lo farà.
Rompere tutti i miei programmi, non confessare una sanzione,
Non ho chiesto niente in cambio di ciò che si dà.
Di solito violento e tenero,
non parlare di unione eterna,
è più come se avesse avuto solo un giorno per amarlo.
evitare una riunione,
più come la canzone che compromette il vostro pensiero.
Ancora non ha chiesto “resterai? ‘.
Temo la risposta di “mai”.
Il comune piuttosto svuotare la mia vita prima,
non è perfetto
più si avvicina a quello che ho appena sognato …

Pablo Milanes.

LET’S GO TO INNIS FREE !

Innisfree
LET US GO TO INNISFREE

Yes indeed , but first, let’s find out where exactly is
Innisfree .
I have to admit my ignorance about English or Celtic
Geography or Literature. For sure it is not in the Bible,
I went to National Geographic and to the Yellow Pages,
to soothe my griefs and I screamed “Eureka” when
I found out the city of Innisfree actually exists,
not on the Himalayas near to Shan-gri-lah……..

Is a very nice resort southern town frequently visited
by tourist especially from London in the United Kingdom,
nevertheless it’s merely closer to Plymouth ( Port, not
Rock ) about four hours by sea, depending of the wind
or ” El Nino ” factors, If you prefer two hours maybe less,                        driving on a scenic Parkway A-38 enjoying the
view of very British agricultural estates, including
cereals, like Barley which is use for the elaboration
of malt liquors, including BEER.
What a coincidence, that’s exactly a word I tried to
elude, but my Search engines showed me 10,555 times with the name of ” Innisfree ” mainly PUBS,BARS everywhere, including One in Tuscaloosa,Alabama. ( Not far from Crimson Tide Stadium ).
I did found a couple of hotels and One Senior Living Community.

Time to go back to my story, this time with more accuracy.

William Butler Yeats ( 13 June 1865- 28  January 1939 )
was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of
the 20th century Literature who wrote also, among so
other poems :

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              ”      Lake Isle of Innisfree    “

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
– W.B. Yeats

The song  called ” The Isle of Innisfree” , was written ( words and music ) by Irish songwriter Dick Farrelly. The melody was used as the main theme of the film ” The Quiet Man ”   ( 1952 Award winners

John Wayne, Maureen O’hara  and directed by John Ford.)

And now, the lyrics of that unforgettable Song  :
 ” THE ISLE OF INNISFREE  “
I’ve met some folks who say that I’m a dreamer,
And I’ve no doubt there’s truth in what they say,
But sure a body’s bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away.
And precious things are dreams unto an exile.
They take him o’er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he’s an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter.
I’m once again back home in Inisfree.

I wander o’er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know.
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow

And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home, and tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf fire gathered
On bended knees their rosary is told.

But dreams don’t last
Tho’ dreams are not forgotten
And soon I’m back to stern reality
But tho’ they paved the footways here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree.

Dick Farrelly

SAVING THE SEEDS…….

“Seeds Of Love”

I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so clear
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing

The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I refused all three
But those I refused all three

The violet I did not like
Because it bloomed so soon
The lily and the pink I really over-think
So I thought I would wait till June
So I thought I would wait till June

In June there was a red rose bud
That is the flower for me
I often times have plucked that red rose bud
Till I gained the willow tree
Till I gained the willow tree

The willow tree will twist
The willow tree will twine
I often have wished I was in the young man’s arms
Who once had the arms of mine
Who once had the arms of mine

I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing –

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Σπόροι της Αγάπης

Έσπειρα τους σπόρους της αγάπης
Τους έσπειρα την άνοιξη
Τους μάζεψα το φωτεινό πρωί
Όταν τραγουδούσαν τα μικρά πουλιά
Όταν τραγουδούσαν τα μικρά πουλιά

Ο κηπουρός ήταν κοντά
Του ζήτησα να διαλέξει για μένα
Και διάλεξε το βιολετί, το λιλά και το ροζ
Αλλά αυτά τα αρνήθηκα τρεις φορές
Αλλά αυτά τα αρνήθηκα τρεις φορές

Το βιολετί δεν μου άρεσε
γιατί ανθοφορεί τόσο σύντομα
το λιλά και το ροζ, πραγματικά το σκέφτηκα πολύ·
Έτσι σκέφτηκα να περιμένω έως τον Ιούνη
Έτσι σκέφτηκα να περιμένω έως τον Ιούνη

Τον Ιούνιο, υπήρχε ένα κόκκινο τριαντάφυλλο μπουμπούκι
Αυτό είναι το λουλούδι για μένα
Πολλές φορές έκοψα κόκκινα μπουμπούκια
Μέχρι που απέκτησα μια ιτιά
Μέχρι που απέκτησα μια ιτιά

Η ιτιά θα γείρει
Η ιτιά θα λυγίσει
Συχνά ευχήθηκα να βρισκόμουν στην αγκαλιά του νεαρού
Που είχε μια φορά την δική μου αγκαλιά
Που είχε μια φορά την δική μου αγκαλιά

Έσπειρα τους σπόρους της αγάπης
Τους έσπειρα την άνοιξη
Τους μάζεψα το φωτεινό πρωί
Όταν τραγουδούσαν τα μικρά πουλιά
Όταν τραγουδούσαν τα μικρά πουλιά