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Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Kay Starr - Side By Side

The music of the early 50's, juke boxes, Kay Starr was a favorite pick whether at the Wellworth, The Crown, or the bowling alley....
this is far better than her version of Stormy Weather, isn't it...

KAY STARR - Stormy Weather

 Kemps bowling alley in downtown Framingham, Mass., a small town still, in the early 1950's  when we went on dates to the bowling alley.  Bill Fox+ was my date , Carol Reichert  and Barry Waters+, Mary Main and George DeShaw+, Dolly
and Howie Ellis+...Lois Hogan and Eddie Cragin+...

Donna Hightower - Stormy Weather DonnaHightower

Lena Horne, was the only one who could sing this song for me, and so I missed Donna Hightower.  Did you know her ?  Where was I, but then there is so much good music, we now have a means to share the performers so they can be shared around the world by  a blog....hope you enjoy my Saturday morning picks...

TOO YOUNG - DONNA HIGHTOWER

I picked a voice I did not know...because this song is really "owned by Nat King Cole", to my surprise, I found someone with a good presentation that I enjoyed, hope you like her too and help her find success....spread the word...

Shuan Hern Lee Flight of the Bumblebee Child Piano Prodigy on Australia'...

Just a little pole dancing to get by and then meet this "kid"...amazing.....

HOROWITZ - FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLE BEE

By way of comparison to the strings, here is one of the great pianists of the past, and his technique on the piano ......

Flight Of The Bumblebee - Rimsky-Korsakov

flight of the Bumblebee, one always thinks of strings....

Great Balls of Fire - Jerry Lee Lewis Cover - Tony DeSare

Add a dash of whipped cream to your coffee.....and stir!   Goodness gracious!   It tastes good...

Great Balls of Fire - Jerry Lee Lewis Cover - Tony DeSare

Add a dash of whipped cream to your coffee.....and stir!   Goodness gracious!   It tastes good...

I Love a Piano and Whatever Happened to Melody - Michael Feinstein

  Maybe this is the way to end , I love a Piano comparisons, the history of how we grew up with the piano, in the long ago....

Liberace I Love a Piano Irving Berlin Lyrics

 Just for fun, here is Liberace playing the piano, and you can show this to your homegrown prodigy!

Tony DeSare - 2010 MAC Awards - I Love a Piano

  Just another little taste of what Tony can do.....I immediately thought of Liberace, he had the tinkling sound too when he played this song.... Good future!  Hope you like Tony DeSare

17 Funny Versions of Jingle Bells - Tony DeSare

Talent unlimited, great piano, great voice, here is the information on his site, just click thru to Youtube.....

Chet Baker Easy Living The Definitive Chet Baker 2002

another from Siriusly Sinatra....great songs, great performers, stories from the famous singers, and re instroducing, as well as introducing new performers....just listen to this ....Wow!

Rick Braun - Nightwalk (LP Version)

I love to hear new people making it on Siriusly Sinatra, thanks to them I have met new young performers, I might not have been exposed to like this .....

Friday, August 30, 2013

The Day of Battle 2nd Book in Trilogy, introducing Churchill



Great writing, great description, the scene is being set...for the second novel in the Trilogy of the 2nd World War...

"The largest  human being of our time,” as one contemporary concluded. There was the Havana cigar, of course, said to be long as a trombone and one of the eight he typically smoked in a day. The familiar moon face glowered beneath the furrowed pate he had taken to rubbing with a scented handkerchief. This morning, after leaving a £ 10 tip for the Queen’s service staff, he swapped the casual “siren suit” worn through much of the voyage for the uniform of the Royal Yacht Squadron. The effect had been likened to that of “a gangster clergyman who has gone on the stage.” The previous night Churchill had celebrated both his imminent arrival in America and the third anniversary of his premiership with the sort of feast that recalled not only the Queen’s prewar luxury but the sun-never-sets Empire itself: croûte au pot à l’ancienne, petite sole meunière, pommes Windsor, and baba au rhum, all washed down with a magnum of Mumm’s Cordon Rouge, 1926. “We are all worms,” Churchill once intoned, “but I do believe I am a glow-worm.” Who could dispute it? For three years he had fought the good fight, at first alone and then with the mighty alliance he had helped construct. He had long warned minions that he was to be awakened at night only if Britain were invaded; that alarum never sounded. His mission in this war, he asserted, was “to pester, nag and bite”— a crusade that Roosevelt, who would receive thirteen hundred telegrams from Churchill during the war, knew all too well. “Temperamental like a film star and peevish like a spoilt child,” the prime minister’s army chief wrote of him; his wife, Clementine, added, “I don’t argue with Winston. He shouts me down. So when I have anything important to say I write a note to him.” “In great things he is very great,” said the South African statesman and field marshal Jan Smuts, “in small things not great.” Certainly the small things engaged him, from decrying a shortage of playing cards for soldiers, to setting the grain ration for English poultry farmers, to reviewing all proposed code words for their martial resonance. (He sternly forbad WOEBE-TIDE, JAUNDICE, APÉRITIF, and BUNNYHUG.) Yet his greatness in great things obtained. It was perhaps best captured by an admirer’s seven-word encomium: “There is no defeat in his heart.” Sea voyages always reinvigorated Churchill, and none more than WW #21W. The prime minister’s traveling party privately dubbed him “Master,” and he had worked them hard each day, from cipher clerks to field marshals, preparing studies and the memoranda known as “prayers” for the TRIDENT meetings set to start on Wednesday. Typists worked in shifts on a specially designed silent Remington, taking down dispatches and minutes he mumbled through billowing cigar smoke. (His diction was

Atkinson, Rick (2007-10-02). The Day of Battle: The War in Sicily and Italy, 1943-1944 (The Liberation Trilogy) (Kindle Locations 173-195). Henry Holt and Co.. Kindle Edition.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

An Army at Dawn, my review on Amazon


5.0 out of 5 stars Tears and shock the reality of warAugust 29, 2013
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An Army at Dawn, was difficult for me to plow through, it started okay, but when we began to land in Africa, the war came at me with such force that I became depressed with the events. I had just finished reading "Freedom's Forge: How American Business Produced Victory in World War II and I was so pumped by the enthusiasm of our great country to support our men, that I had no idea what we sent them into. Oh how my heart ached, as I realized that my Uncle was among the many men who were with Patton in this invasion of North Africa, and then would go on to Italy. How lucky he was to survive when approximately 70,000 men died. It still chokes me to think about the waste of life, the sacrifice of so many for such stupidity, the desire to conquer the world. There was a chapter in the book that brought the reader back to middle America, where so many young men came from that lost their lives...and I flew back in time to the little girl I was then, recalling so well the era of sacrifice, and prayers for our loved ones hoping that the war would end quickly.. But, it did not end, my uncle along with Patton and all the men who sacrificed to keep us safe, went on to the next continent. At times , at the beginning of the war, it seemed like a French farce, our troops so inept, our commanders just getting their feet wet, then nearing the end of the book, the emergence of greatness begins. Tears from that little girl still creep into the grown woman I am today, as I conclude the first in the trilogy. I am glad that I can know what my uncle and so many of our young men had to endure, inexperienced and ill prepared. I even recalled the story of the ears being sold, as my uncle recounted it to the little person I was when he came home from the war, so long ago.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Movie, On the Beach, after 2nd World War...




The time  we lived in right after the second world war, was a scary time for all of us, with people building fall out shelters, and building food supplies in the basement.  Children were told to duck under their desk if in school and an attack occurred...  are we ready to see this film again, that was popular after the second world war...
http://youtu.be/NMEvJEOc2DQ

Monday, August 26, 2013

Oh! What a Night! The Dells, the horn, ...where are you Rod Stewart?

Interesting, the different arrangments, like the horn in the Dells?
http://youtu.be/hBIZaXQABtc

http://youtu.be/Z1ozQT8yQXA

Its fun to listen to especially if you are a musician for music ideas....listen to the horn , it is just great!