Music rec (with songs to download)
Feb. 5th, 2010 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantToday I want everybody to go out and buy two CDs because I like them.
The first one is the most beloved record of my childhood, now finally out on CD: what was then known as "The Lobster Quadrille" but is now known as "Carly and Lucy Simon Sing Songs For Children." It's poems by the likes of Blake, Longfellow, Lear, etc., with melodies by Lucy Simon.
The Lobster Quadrille
A Pavane for the Nursery, which to this day is the kidlet's favorite lullaby.
The songs aren't available for download on Amazon, unfortunately; I had to actually purchase a CD, which is seeming odder and odder to me -- if I want music, I pay them money and they send a plastic object to me!
The second is one I happened upon through one of those complex concatenations of Amazon searches, where you go looking for Martin Carthy, and he's got a recording with Juan Martin, and the name 'Juan' reminds you suddenly that you don't own "La Bamba," or, hey, anything by Smokey Robinson, and eventually the mouse asks for another cookie ... anyhow, I don't remember how I came upon this, but it's brilliant: "Saints and Tzadiks," by Irish folksinger Susan McKeown and Lorin Sklamberg of the Klezmatics.
Here, just listen to this one before I say any more:
The Rattlin' Bog
Am I right?
The spouse used to cover the courthouse beat, and one day between trials he was sitting on a bench with two suspects and their lawyers. He heard one of them speaking Spanish, so he struck up a conversation about the language, and after a minute the other one butted in: "Hey, wait. What's _____ in Spanish? ... it's the same in Arabic!" "No kidding. How about _____? Shit, same in Spanish!" until one of them finally said, "It's the same goddamned language!"
So that's the great moment of listening to "The Rattlin' Bog" -- fedder something, something something, nest something -- it's the same goddamned song!
Here's a bit more:
My Little Belly, which is funny even though I can't understand it. I only know such Yiddish as you pick up when your mother's best friend is from New York, plus such Yiddish as you already know because German and English are in some respects the same goddamned language. It occurred to me, listening to this, that the 'vey' in 'oy, vey' is 'woe.' I feel I should have figured that out sooner. Also, I wonder why the Vowel of Extreme Emotion is 'o' in English, and 'ay' in Spanish, and 'oy' in Yiddish?
A Prayer for the Dead, which incorporates "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye," one song I don't know in Yiddish, and one that's at least partly in Latin.
These are available for download from Amazon, but I almost wish I'd bought the physical object just so I'd have the liner notes.
The first one is the most beloved record of my childhood, now finally out on CD: what was then known as "The Lobster Quadrille" but is now known as "Carly and Lucy Simon Sing Songs For Children." It's poems by the likes of Blake, Longfellow, Lear, etc., with melodies by Lucy Simon.
The Lobster Quadrille
A Pavane for the Nursery, which to this day is the kidlet's favorite lullaby.
The songs aren't available for download on Amazon, unfortunately; I had to actually purchase a CD, which is seeming odder and odder to me -- if I want music, I pay them money and they send a plastic object to me!
The second is one I happened upon through one of those complex concatenations of Amazon searches, where you go looking for Martin Carthy, and he's got a recording with Juan Martin, and the name 'Juan' reminds you suddenly that you don't own "La Bamba," or, hey, anything by Smokey Robinson, and eventually the mouse asks for another cookie ... anyhow, I don't remember how I came upon this, but it's brilliant: "Saints and Tzadiks," by Irish folksinger Susan McKeown and Lorin Sklamberg of the Klezmatics.
Here, just listen to this one before I say any more:
The Rattlin' Bog
Am I right?
The spouse used to cover the courthouse beat, and one day between trials he was sitting on a bench with two suspects and their lawyers. He heard one of them speaking Spanish, so he struck up a conversation about the language, and after a minute the other one butted in: "Hey, wait. What's _____ in Spanish? ... it's the same in Arabic!" "No kidding. How about _____? Shit, same in Spanish!" until one of them finally said, "It's the same goddamned language!"
So that's the great moment of listening to "The Rattlin' Bog" -- fedder something, something something, nest something -- it's the same goddamned song!
Here's a bit more:
My Little Belly, which is funny even though I can't understand it. I only know such Yiddish as you pick up when your mother's best friend is from New York, plus such Yiddish as you already know because German and English are in some respects the same goddamned language. It occurred to me, listening to this, that the 'vey' in 'oy, vey' is 'woe.' I feel I should have figured that out sooner. Also, I wonder why the Vowel of Extreme Emotion is 'o' in English, and 'ay' in Spanish, and 'oy' in Yiddish?
A Prayer for the Dead, which incorporates "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye," one song I don't know in Yiddish, and one that's at least partly in Latin.
These are available for download from Amazon, but I almost wish I'd bought the physical object just so I'd have the liner notes.