Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Saturday, December 02, 2023
SATURDAY VIDEO...
Is this real? If you are a musician you can tell us.
It is from our friend Judy. I think it is correct.
I believe it is real! But someone must have thought Eine Kliene Nachtmusik was holy writ to go through all of that. Wonderful to see, but I'd be ready for a different tune after a bit--- The Ode To Joy from Beethoven's Ninth, perhaps....?
OMG this is so cool, and one of my most favorite songs. I have several music boxes with this song.
ReplyDeleteThat really is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI have no idea if it is correct but it is pretty to hear.
ReplyDeleteI believe it is real! But someone must have thought Eine Kliene Nachtmusik was holy writ to go through all of that. Wonderful to see, but I'd be ready for a different tune after a bit--- The Ode To Joy from Beethoven's Ninth, perhaps....?
ReplyDeleteIt certainly looks amazing and sounds spot on!
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