Ragtag Daily Prompt: Music

When Princess Pirouette heard her dresser Abigail Hoffenhoff play the harpsichord, she immediately requested that the court’s composer/conductor write a little piece to be performed exclusively for her household. The man who went mysteriously by the single name of Ludwig wrote a short concerto for harpsichord and strings. He called it simply For Abby. On the afternoon of the performance, with all the talk circulation around court of poison, no refreshments were served.

The performance was a complete success; however, shortly after the entertainment, Abigail complained of feeling a little timorous, perhaps even a bit feverish. One courtier helpfully suggested that Monsieur Ludwig had impregnated the sheet music with arsenic or perhaps strychnine. On the basis of this firm evidence, Ludwig was arrested and tossed into the dungeon. It would be a long time before anyone mentioned his name again. The position of court composer/conductor was immediately filled with a younger and much more handsome man named Sir Adam Percival.

LPM – Photo Adventure – Rural Life

Rural life 1In this image, I’ve taken the romantic vision of the Huck Finn/Tom Sawyer country boy and juxtaposed it with the ornamental garden flowers.  The image of the boy is out of focus, as are all forms of nostalgia.  The reality, in focus, is the sterile image of plant life that does not bear fruit- a symbol of the sterility of suburban life.

This collage is from homecoming day at the Naval Academy.  One of the joys and hallmarks of small town life is the parade.  Here we see a marching band going down the streets of Annapolis.  This town is suffering from growing pains, as encroaching over-development takes its toll on its homey, small town character.

Woodpile 1In the country, there’s lots of room to stack your wood.  These were my contributions to LPM Photo Adventures – Rural Life challenge.  I hope it measures up to other submissions!  Below is the final entry.  Baa! Baa! Black sheep have you any wool?

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Fastidious

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Princess Pirouette held the mirror at arm’s length in order to fit her entire visage in the frame. Fastidious in all things, Her Serene Highness’ morning toilette  provided ample opportunities for her to indulge her most intricate machinations. As she placed a single, delicate mou on her left jaw, the Princess murmured one word.

“Perfect.”

Song Lyric Sunday: Them There Eyes

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While New Epic Author left the field fairly wide open for this week’s prompt, I decided to focus on eyes. There are a myriad of songs out there about eyes. I decided to share the upbeat jazz number, “Them There Eyes,” which has been covered by all the greats; and of all those greats, Billy Holliday is without doubt the greatest. Listen to her give this tune the treatment. If you’re in the mood, you can sing along with the lyrics (found with a simple Google search) below.

Them There Eyes by Maceo Pinkard, Doris Tauber and William Tracey

I fell in love with you the first time I looked into them there eyes
And you have a certain lil cute way of flirtin’ with them there eyes
They make me feel so happy, they make me feel so blue
I’m fallin’, no stallin’ in a great big way for you
My heart is jumpin’ you started somethin’ with them there eyes
You’d better look out little brown eyes if you’re wise
They sparkle, they bubble, they’re gonna get you
In a whole lot of trouble, oh baby, them there eyes
I fell in love with you the first time I looked into
You have a certain lil cute way of flirtin’
They make me feel so happy, they make me feel so blue
Fallin’, no

Cee’s FOTD Challenge: October 29, 2019

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The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.  –sung by Nat King Cole
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