Monday Slept late?
Tuesday Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most – Sarah Vaughan (3:46)
Songwriters: Frances Landesman / Thomas J Tommy Jr Wolf
Once I was a sentimental thing, Threw my heart away each spring, Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance Promised my first dance to winter, All I've got to show’s a splinter for my little fling! Spring is here, there’s no mistaking Robins building nests from coast to coast; My heart tries to sing so they won’t hear it breaking, Spring can really hang you up the most! College boys are writing sonnets, In the "tender passion" they're engrossed, But I'm on the shelf with last year’s Easter bonnets, Spring can really hang you up the most! Love came my way, I hope it would last, We had our day, now that's all in the past! Spring came along a season of song, Full of sweet promise but something went wrong! Doctors once prescribed a tonic, "sulfur and molasses" was the dose, Didn't help a bit, my condition must be chronic, Spring can really hang you up the most! All alone, the party's over, Old man winter was a gracious host, But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover Spring can really hang you up the most!
Wednesday Here’s an extraordinary performance of the spiritual Ain’t No Grave, performed by the Wartburg Choir. (4:10)
Thursday Tap and Ballet! Steven McRae performs a Czárdás during World Ballet Day 2015 (The Royal Ballet) (4:46) The dancing starts at about 1:00. (FYI, Wikipedia says: The origin of the csárdás can be traced back to the 18th century Hungarian music genre the verbunkos, where the ‘verbunk’ was used as a recruiting dance by the Austrian army.) The csárdás is characterized by a variation in tempo: it starts out slowly (lassú) and ends in a very fast tempo (friss, literally “fresh”).
Friday Goin’ Back to Harlan – Emmylou Harris (4:53)
There were no cuckoos, no sycamores We played about the forest floor Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky We popped the heads off of dandelions Assuming roles from nursery rhymes Rested on the riverbank and grew up by And by, and grew up by and by Frail my heart apart And play me a little shady grove Ring the bells of Rhymney Till they ring inside my head forever Bounce the bow, rock the gallows For the hangman's reel And wake the devil from his dream I'm goin' back to Harlan, oh, oh, oh I'm goin' back to Harlan oh, oh, oh I'm goin' back to Harlan And if you were Willie Moore And I was Barbara Allen or Fair Ellen All sad at the cabin door A-weepin' and a-pinin', love A-weepin' and a-pinin', for love Frail my heart apart And play me a little shady…
Saturday Ravel’s Bolero as you’ve never seen it before. (3:34) Vienna Cello Ensemble 5+1 – Four cellists, one cello – Thanks, Nancy!
Sunday Slept late.