Thick as a brick is an oldie from my not so long ago music education at the hands of my classic rock loving father. There’s not much I can say about this song except to tell you that it is as close to poetry in music as classic rock ever got. Brilliant lyrics, an incredible progression through the entire 20+ minute song so that it never feels like it drags, and some good ol’ fashioned Jethro Tull flute to top it all off.
I know this isn’t exactly the stuff that you’re used to seeing out of Bare Vinyl but we’re all here to expand our musical horizons aren’t we? So go expand! Be forewarned however that this song is only part one, and lasts a grand total of 22 minutes and 40 seconds… so be prepared to sit. Other than that, enjoy it, you’ll be a more well rounded listener for it.
He comes to the window and says, “do you have any idea how fast you were going?” Heisenberg replied, “no but I can tell you exactly where I was.”
Hearing this strange reply the cop decides to conduct a search of the car. After opening the trunk of the car he immediately returns to the front window where he startlingly asks, “did you know there’s a dead cat in your trunk?!”
Schrodinger then looks at him and says, “well thanks, now I do.”
Lakmé (The Flower Duet) ~ Léo Delibes (Bayerisches Staatsorchester & Jennifer Larmore)
I have just finished a long chat with my dear Mum — she asked if I remembered this piece of music. I told how I would never forget this. It was at the very young age of around 4 or 5 that after listening to this on Metropolitan Opera of New York broadcast with Milton Cross at the host’s mike…I sat with my mother and she played it again on the piano for me. I was hooked. Mum said just now that I was an easy fish to land, I have a good ear, she says. And I laughed and said you picked a niece easy to digest bit of Opera to start a young toddler on. So I’m playing it tonight for her, for me, and to share. Thank you to so many who have sent best wishes too.
Under the dense canopy Where the white jasmine Blends with the rose On the flowering bank Laughing at the morning Come, let us drift down together Let us gently glide along With the enchanting flow Of the fleeing current On the rippling surface With a lazy hand Let us reach the shore Where the source sleeps And the bird sings Under the dense canopy Under the white jasmine Let us drift down together
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