I wish I had found this 1965 song by The Seekers last year. It would have been perfect for our stay-at-home orders. Let’s hope we don’t need it this year.
UPDATE (3/24/21 9:20 am): To show how right this song would have been for lockdown, here are the first two verses:
Those who follow this blog know that I normally comment on current events and the Cubs/baseball. Today, let me post what may be my first cultural review: on the Beethoven Festival that concluded at the Harris Theater last night.
With 2020 being the 250th anniversary of Ludwig van Beethoven’s birth, there have been Beethoven festivals all over. The Chicago Symphony is playing all nine of Beethoven’s symphonies, plus more, during its 2019-20 season. The Lincoln (Nebraska) Symphony Orchestra has done the same over the last two seasons. But one of the best may have been the Beethoven Festival at the Harris Theater. I am not exactly sure how the Harris Theater did it, but it was just one of three locations that Sir John Eliot Gardiner and the Orchestre Révolutionaire et Romantique are performing all nine symphonies in one week. (The other are Carnegie Hall in New York City {just before Chicago} and London {in May}.)
Give it a listen - if you can. You sort of wonder whether the one on how hyperinflation in Weimar Republic led to fascism might have been better - just kidding, Merle.
The award of the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature to Bob Dylan created a mini-brouhaha as to whether the Nobel Prize for Literature should be awarded to somebody who merely wrote songs (and sang them), as opposed to somebody who wrote books. But I have no complaint. Songs are just poetry set to music.
I also have no objection to Bob Dylan winning the award. My only comment is that, when it comes to songs that speak to me, the ones that do it best are country. I understand many people see country music as “depressing songs about divorce and pain.” But the best of country is not just “three strings on an old guitar.” The best songs speak to life. And when it comes to that kind of country song, nobody does it better than Donna Fargo. But instead of me trying to tell you that, let her songs do it themselves. Here are two I especially like:
In response to people who talk about how bad things are in 2016, I say look at 1968. Race riots. 500,000 men in Vietnam. Martin Luther King assassinated. Bobby Kennedy assassinated. Riots at the Democratic Convention. But at least, when it came to the presidential race, 1968 had – “Snoopy for President.” In 1966, the Royal Guardsmen had had a hit with “Snoopy vs. the Red Baron,” so in 1967 they followed it up with “The Return of the Red Baron” and “Snoopy’s Christmas.” (The last one is a great song.)
In 1968, it was “Snoopy for President,” another wonderful song.
Bonus Question: On the original 45 recording, the song started with the names of the candidates for president. I couldn’t find that version on the Internet, but the names were: “Kennedy, Nixon, McCarthy, Rockefeller, Snoopy, Humphrey”. So, the bonus question is: When in 1968 did the record come out?
“‘On condition that it doesn't pose a national security problem, some of the isles could be used commercially. It would not be a case of getting rid of the isles, but of transforming unused terrain into capital that can generate revenue, for a fair price.’”
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