"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Our Was a Love Song That Seemed Constant as the Moon
- Norrie Paramor
English-born orchestra conductor
arranger, pianist, and etc.
(15 May 1914 - 9 Sep 1979)
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