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Interprète de Chantal Chamberland (2004)
- Les feuilles mortes (Prevert et Kosma)
chante-moi tes baisers et chante-moi à tout les vents de automne.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
La chanson que tu me chantais
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Interprète de Chantal Chamberland (2004)
- Les feuilles mortes (Prevert et Kosma)
chante-moi tes baisers et chante-moi à tout les vents de automne.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A First Smartphone, Finally
Johann Strauss II and Georges Bizet, two 19th century composers, shared the same birthday today, 25 October. I was planning on posting a composition written by either noted (pun) luminary. Then my pre-ordered iPhone 4S arrived today. It's time to play with this technologic marvel and, of course, the renown Ms. Siri, the AI female personal assistant. A music tribute to either composer will have to wait.
Photo: An iPod 3G with a home-made capacitative stylus. On the right of the iPod is the new 16 Gb white iPhone 4S. It has a Moshi iVisor screen protector. The black bumper on the phone is the Hazard; one of the newest iPhone 4 family cases made by Oakley.
Sear Are the Leaves
I am pleased the house exterior upkeep is almost complete and disposed for the tyrannical winter ahead.
The trees are changing into their autumn attire. Shedding their summer leaves in eddies, the woods are ready for another spectacular fall color finale. This October morning's brisk air is redolent with the smell of garlic stocks being planted in some field.
Autumn (1913)
James E. Pickering
A light mist creeps across the downs:
A gleam through clouds is faintly seen:
The grass is wet with heavy dew:
Sear are the leaves that once were green.
I walk at midday when the sun
Throws still some welcome warmth and light:
A chill comes with the afternoon,
And icy is the air at night.
Summer is dead. Its shrouded form
Lies on the logs that make its pyre,
And fancy sees its ghost ascend,
A shadowy wraith above the fire.
The trees are changing into their autumn attire. Shedding their summer leaves in eddies, the woods are ready for another spectacular fall color finale. This October morning's brisk air is redolent with the smell of garlic stocks being planted in some field.
Autumn (1913)
James E. Pickering
A light mist creeps across the downs:
A gleam through clouds is faintly seen:
The grass is wet with heavy dew:
Sear are the leaves that once were green.
I walk at midday when the sun
Throws still some welcome warmth and light:
A chill comes with the afternoon,
And icy is the air at night.
Summer is dead. Its shrouded form
Lies on the logs that make its pyre,
And fancy sees its ghost ascend,
A shadowy wraith above the fire.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Franz Liszt 200th Birthday
Hugarian pianist and romantic period composer
200th Birthday Anniversary
(22 October 1811 - 31 July 1886)
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Paul Crossley, piano (1998)
- Un sospiro in D Flat Major (Grande études de concert No. 3, Liszt)