I Feel a Song Coming On…

I confess. I like Musicals.

Well Camelot and West Side Story and maybe The Sound of Music;
of the three, my favorite is West Side Story.

Everything about West Side Story is great.

The Hollywood Reporter said in its 1961 review:

West Side Story is a magnificent show, a milestone in movie musicals, a box-office smash. It is so good that superlatives are superfluous. Let it be noted that the film musical, the one dramatic form that is purely American and purely Hollywood, has never been done better.

Here is my favorite dance sequence from what I consider the most brilliant musical ever filmed.

 

Bright red cover art for West Side Story: The Original Sound Track Recording by Leonard Bernstein; Stephen Sondheim
West Side Story: The Original Sound Track Recording
by Leonard Bernstein; Stephen Sondheim

Cover art found on the Internet Archives and presented here for educational purposes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

49 Days In 1988: Week 12 – Their Lives In My Hands

from Hugh’s Views & News

Hugh's Views & News

Click here to read the first week of this feature, and follow the links at the end of each post.

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London – March 30th, 1988

A phone call from Stewart, today, means a meeting for us this Saturday lunchtime. He appeared last Saturday night while I was out at Bromptons and, since then, I’ve had three phone calls from him. However, like Graeme, he has a boyfriend, but not quite in the same sense.

He’s lived with his boyfriend for many years and told me that they don’t sleep together anymore. (How many times have I heard that before?) I believe him, but it’s still a delicate situation. The talk we will have on Saturday should hopefully sort a few things out.

I’m now seeing Graeme on Friday night when I will stay with him for the night. I’m looking forward to it, even if only for what goes on…

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A Semi-Literate Boy Named Bobby

I was a project kid, pretty but hard to make.

Most of the men I let into my life started in pursuit but stayed as teachers.

I was bright and gave my full attention to any man who was willing to teach me about the world of art.

The music I knew was the music of my parents and the other kids in the projects.

From my Father I got Porter Wagoner, Buck Owens, and Skeeter Davis.

From my Mother I got Dinah Shore and Kitty Wells.

From the other kids in the projects I got Motown.

With the music of Motown I learned I could dance and for me dancing is still spiritual.

Everyone said I moved like a black kid, and it was true.

Black folks were my friends and neighbors.

As far as I was concerned I was a Black kid with pale skin.

I figured that Blackness was as much about class as it is about race.

My friend Paul knew I knew my ‘place’ in Charleston’s antiquated class system and that I wanted out.

Paul lived in the rich part of Charleston; the historic district near Battery Park.

He invited me to lunch one especially bright spring day.

He poured tea and showed me a decorative plate that was inlaid with hundreds of shimmering butterfly wings.

Paul liked exquisite objects.

We stepped onto the patio that overlooked his garden and I brought a branch of wisteria to my nose.

Paul said that he wanted me to hear a record.

He said he wanted my opinion.

Then he placed the Beethoven Violin Concerto in D Minor on the turntable.

I heard the needle drop, and then a timpani followed by woodwinds.

I listened as Beethoven told me a story.

I had never heard a story more complex and profound.

It was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen or touched.

And I never stopped listening….

Beethoven Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61

by Yehudi Menuhin, violin Wilhelm Furtwangler, cond Philharmonia Orchestra of London Recorded: 1953

  1. Allegro ma non troppo

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All I Want in 2018 Is…

from Lilrant

lilrant

…for sex education to be made mandatory in schools. In India. There’s a lot of people – a majority, in fact – that have no idea about even the anatomy of those nether regions. No wonder we are breeding like crazy. Birth control is something many people won’t even talk about.

…for the country to be a safer place for girls to live in. Can we please stop with the rape culture, already? It’s not culture if bacteria has more of it than you do.

…for people to act more human. I’ve seen animals show more humanity than most people. It’s just plain simple sad.

…for caste system and religious fanaticism and jihad to die. If you want something, talk about it. Don’t try to take claim by force. War, hatred and negativity isn’t the answer. It’s never been and never will be.

…for guys to stop trying to get…

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