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September 05, 2006
Grace
One of the nicer things about blogging is that for some inexplicable reason, people are kind enough to write to me.
I never cease to be amazed at the generosity of some of the folks who visit VC from time to time. Steve Dobrogosz is a Power Line reader (I seem to have gained a lot of truly wonderful readers from my brief stint as blog of the week, something for which I have to thank John Hinderaker). At any rate, Steve was thoughtful enough to send me a link to a few of his compositions, and I enjoyed them so much that I wanted to share them with you. The one he sent (oddly enough) was entitled Make A Joyful Noise (you'll have to scroll down to the bottom of the CHOIR section), was in response to my post on a recent death in my family.
It turns out that Steve is a very talented composer and musician. In May of 2006 Power Line featured his jazz CD It's Always You. There are several tracks on the mp3 page linked above, and also here.
This is nice, for instance. And where else are you going to find arguably my favorite Shakespeare sonnet set to jazz music?
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
Amazing. And, since I seem to be at a loss for words, all you are likely to get from me today, I fear.
Posted by Cassandra at September 5, 2006 08:36 AM
Comments
"...since I seem to be at a loss for words, all you are likely to get from me today, I fear."
It would appear that you got over that perceived loss for words, liebchen...although that's not surprising. FWIW, I'm glad of it; your words are generally good ones...
Posted by: camojack at September 5, 2006 05:49 PM
You are so patient, camo.
I wasn't going to post this, but the music was so beautiful that I wanted to share it. At least it wasn't poetry. I didn't want afe's head to come apart, and in any event I couldn't find any exploding breasts for him to gawp at so that was right out.
Posted by: Cassandra at September 5, 2006 06:50 PM
thank you. what a way to end a day. Looking for the sonnet to music?
Posted by: Dan frazier at September 5, 2006 07:41 PM
Sorry, I guess I am a stuffy old geezer, but setting the Bard to music is not my cup of tea. Take a look at this gem.
One of the most exquisite poems ever written. Not to get too lit-crit, but "Phoenix and Turtle" is the zenith.
Posted by: Mark at September 5, 2006 09:33 PM
Patient...me?! Jamais, mon petit fleur!!!
Patience is a virtue, and I've none of those; I just didn't happen to check your blog until you'd posted again...
Posted by: camojack at September 6, 2006 05:13 AM