acappella anyone?


4 minutes.  36 songs. Something for everyone.  And I mean everyone.  From Beethoven to Hammerstein to Johnny Cash to Aretha to Queen to Gaga to Psy.  Evolution of music from 11th century to today.  Curious about the song list?  Here it is: Continue reading “acappella anyone?” →

Monday Chill: Tchaikovsky Flash Mob

Forty students from the Jerusalem Academy of Music and Dance took a classical approach to the flashmob as they flashwaltzed Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers at the new Sarah Wetsman Davidson Hospital Tower in Jerusalem. Doctors, patients and passers-by joined in the fun.  The surprise concert was part of Good Deeds Day, an annual event that originated in Israel in 2007 and now takes place in over 50 countries worldwide. On this day volunteers reach out to the less fortunate and the vulnerable.  Hadassah Medical Organization treats over one million patients annually, without regard to race, religion or national origin.


Thank you Mme Scherzo

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Sunday Morning: Balmorhea


Balmorhea (pronounced Bal-moor-ay) is a minimalist instrumental ensemble from Austin, Texas, that was formed in 2006.  I have had their latest album Stranger playing on a loop on Sundays for the past month.  Relaxing.  Soothing.   Working magic on Sunday mornings.

Good Sunday Morning.

Snowman

driving, winter, snow, highway

Wednesday.  January 16, 2013.  5:35am.

I flip on the weather channel for a read on the highway conditions. (Like it matters, right?)

The weather woman warns that roads will be treacherous – – wet and slippery with snow accumulation.  (A call to arms for the Snowman. Need to get to the office to get a jump on God’s work.)

I’m out the door. Dark. Gloomy. Damp. Shivering. Seats are cold.  Steering wheel is frigid.  Frozen ice on windshield.  (Where are my gloves? I miss Miami. Soft, warm, gentle breezes.  Palm tree fronds rustling.)

No point sitting here, let’s get this engine firing so we can blow heat into this beast.  I back out of the driveway, skidding backwards.  (Not a good sign. I’m a mere 20 yards from the house.)

I arrive at I-95.  Early morning traffic trying to beat rush hour and the interminable snarls later in the day. Cars, SUVs, hulking Semi-trailers – all lurching ahead in a conga line. (It’s looking a lot like Gotham City, except I’m 40 miles away from Gotham.) Continue reading “Snowman” →