Showing posts with label LP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LP. Show all posts
Monday, November 08, 2021
Friday, July 23, 2021
John Huisman en zijn wonderaccordeon - Wonderaccordeon
A1 Sneeuwwals
A2 Schlafe mein Prinzchen
A3 Plaisir d'amour
A4 La Golondrina
A5 Wiener blut
A6 Grootvaders klok
A7 Muss i denn
A8 Waldeslust
A2 Schlafe mein Prinzchen
A3 Plaisir d'amour
A4 La Golondrina
A5 Wiener blut
A6 Grootvaders klok
A7 Muss i denn
A8 Waldeslust
B1 An der schönen blauen Donau
B2 Barcarolle
B3 Der vogelhändler
B4 Londonderry air
B5 Schenk man sich rosen im Tirol
B6 Liebestraum
B7 Klokkenlied
B2 Barcarolle
B3 Der vogelhändler
B4 Londonderry air
B5 Schenk man sich rosen im Tirol
B6 Liebestraum
B7 Klokkenlied
Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Sunday, March 28, 2021
IK HERINNER MIJ... - De Oost, de West en Zuid-Afrika
01- Burger en van Dyl - Die papegaai
02- Amboina Serenaders - Hela Arombai
03- Burger en van Dyl - Pollie ons gaan peren
04- Zapakara's - Vriendschapswals
05- Mena Moeria Minstrels - Hano hanohanalei
06- Burger en van Dyl - Ver in die wereld Kittie
07- Mena Moeria Minstrels - He'i
02- Amboina Serenaders - Hela Arombai
03- Burger en van Dyl - Pollie ons gaan peren
04- Zapakara's - Vriendschapswals
05- Mena Moeria Minstrels - Hano hanohanalei
06- Burger en van Dyl - Ver in die wereld Kittie
07- Mena Moeria Minstrels - He'i
08- Burger en van Dyl - Vaal river vallei
09- Amboina Serenaders - Ja hoera
10- Burger en van Dyl - Rokkies wou sy dra
11- Zapakara's - Paramaribo mambo
12- Mena Moeria Minstrels - The royal Hawaiian hula
13- Burger en van Dyl - Vanaand gaan die volkies koring sny
14- Mena Moeria Minstrels - Hula é pae
Sunday, March 07, 2021
Daniel Loddo - Claude Sicre - Batèstas & Cantarias,
A1 Lo Babau Me Pica (Batèsta)
A2 O Mamà (Batèsta)
A3 Quincarilet (Cantaria)
A4 Lexio Epistolae (Cantaria)
A5 Oplati, Oplata (Batèsta)
A6 Un Lebrot
A7 Sirvens Soi (Cantaria)
A8 Lo Tabo (Cantaria)
B1 Maleros Qu' A Una Femna (Batèsta)
B2 Oieie (Batèsta)
B3 Las Molas (Cantaria)
B4 La Craba (Cantaria)
B5 Lo Fafa
B6 M' En Vau Al Bosc (Cantaria)
B7 Calandreta (Batèsta)
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Микис Теодоракис - Песни Микиса Теодоракиса,
Μιχαήλ Θεοδωράκης (Michail Theodorakis)Greek songwriter, composer and author, born in Chios on July 29, 1925. He has written over 1.000 songs. During 1964, he wrote the music for the Michael Cacoyiannis film 'Zorba the Greek', whose main theme, since then, exists as a trademark for Greece. He also scored for the films 'Z' (1969, BAFTA Film Award in 1970) and 'Serpico' (1973). He composed the "Mauthausen Trilogy" also known as "The Ballad of Mauthausen", which has been described as the "most beautiful musical work ever written about the Holocaust".He founded the Μικρή Ορχήστρα Αθηνών (Little Orchestra of Athens) in 1960. In 1983 he was awarded the Lenin Peace Prize.
Mauthausen
A1 Song Of Songs
A2 Antonis
A3 Fugitive
A4 When War Ends
Rodostamo
A5 Rodostamo
Mirtia
A6 Mirtia
Epiphania
B1 On The Secret Coast
B2 All My Lifetime
B3 Flowers Of Stone
B4 Caves By The Sea
Songs From The Cycle "Epitaph"
B5 You Left In May My Son
B6 A Star Died In The Sky
B7 You Were Wild And Kind
B8 My Son, Your Fate Is Sorrowful
Sunday, February 14, 2021
Pitanga - Faz Confusão No Choro
A1 Confusão No Choro
A2 Acariciando
A3 Pedacinho Do Céu
A4 Mocinho
A5 No Paraíso Das Mulatas
A6 Clarinete Dengoso
B1 Lembranças Da Bahia
B2 Chorando Baixinho
B3 Fazendo Viagens
B4 Clarinete Melodia
B5 Linda Flor
B6 Nossa Amizade
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Sunday, October 06, 2019
Wednesday, May 01, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Friday, March 17, 2017
Tuesday, March 07, 2017
Maybelle Carter - Mother Maybelle Carter
"Mother" Maybelle Carter (May 10, 1909 – October 23, 1978) was an American country musician. She is best known as a member of the historic Carter Family act in the 1920s and 1930s and also as a member of Mother Maybelle and the Carter Sisters.
Maybelle Carter was born Maybelle Addington on May 10, 1909 in Nickelsville, Virginia, the daughter of Hugh Jackson Addington and Margaret S. Kilgore. According to family lore, the Addington family of Virginia is descended from former British prime minister Henry Addington, 1st Viscount Sidmouth. ...to continue here.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
The 50 Guitars of Tommy Garrett - Take you to Hawaii
Thomas Lesslie "Snuff" Garrett (July 5, 1938 – December 16, 2015) was an American record producer whose most famous work was during the 1960s and 1970s. His nickname is a derivation of Levi Garrett, a brand of snuff
Early years
Garrett was born in Dallas, Texas, and attended South Oak Cliff High School, dropping out in the 10th grade. In 1976, he returned to Dallas to receive a special high school diploma that conferred an "honorary music degree."to continue here.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Pride Of The Pipers
The Pipes and Drums
The Pipes and Drums are an essential part of Regimental life, with Pipe
tunes marking events throughout the day as well as each company within
Battalion.The Pipes and Drums are divided into two sections; the Pipers under the Pipe Major and the Drummers under the Drum Major. Pipers and Drummers are infantry soldiers first and foremost who receive their musical training at the Army School of Bagpipe Music and Highland Drumming in Edinburgh.
On operations they are employed as Assault Pioneers, trained in explosive entry, demolitions and basic base construction. It was while deployed on operations during the Falklands Conflict in 1982 that Pipe Major Riddell produced his pipes on the summit of Mount Tumbledown and composed the famous pipe tune, The Crags of Tumbledown Mountain.
The Pipes and Drums of the Scots Guards are known throughout the world and are regularly called upon to perform at high-profile events. Recent engagements include a two-month tour of the United States, including a performance at the Pentagon, Jules Holland’s Hootenanny and the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo.
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Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Sabah - The Wonderful World of Sabah
The Arab world mourns Sabah the singer, beautiful symbol of a vanished golden age
With an ‘entire past’ fading, the death of an admired diva revives memories of the lighter side of life from Cairo to Beirut.
As a child in the late 1950s, the leading Egyptian theatre director Hassan el-Gueretly remembers accompanying his mother to the workshop of Pierre Clouvas, a couturier in central Cairo. Various Miss Egypts bought their dresses there, as did Sabah, the Lebanese singer and actress. For the young Gueretly, it gave a rare frisson to see the superstar’s avant-garde clothes up close.
“I remember walking around the atelier and seeing Sabah’s robes hanging on mannequins in the next room to my mother,” Gueretly recalls. “As a lover of performance and film, I was thrilled to move among her clothes.”
Sabah died last week, aged 87, and her death prompted in Egypt as much as in Lebanon an outpouring of warm memories. At a bleak moment for the region, Sabah’s joyous career and character are reminders of a lighter side to life.
“When you think of the gloom we’re in in the Arab world, to hear her voice is to make life liveable,” said Gueretly. “It doesn’t make me nostalgic – I don’t think in terms of past and present, I think of the future – but to hear this dead woman sing, it makes you think she has a lot more life than many people who are living.”
Born Jeanette Feghali in a mountain village in Lebanon, Sabah took her nickname from the Arabic word for morning, an appropriate nom-de-plume for a woman adored for her sunny vitality. She moved to Egypt in the 40s and became a star of musical cinema, appearing in more than 80 films, performing about 3,000 songs, and developing a reputation for bold fashion choices.
Few remember Clouvas now, and while central Cairo still has its charms, it is no longer grand, and the shops are no longer fancy. Sabah is a throwback to what, according to one nostalgic narrative, was a more triumphant era. An era not of fundamentalism but of pan-Arabism. Of a Cairo, where Sabah spent her cinematic heyday in the 40s and 50s, that housed a flourishing film industry – a Hollywood-on-the-Nile or “Niley-wood”, as Gueretly jokes. And of a pre-civil war Lebanon whose celebrities one by one are dying.
“With her passing away, an entire beautiful past of Lebanon passes away,” Walid Jumblatt, the Lebanese politician, wrote last week. “She was a great singer of a Lebanon that my generation knew that will never come back.”
If in artistic terms Sabah was of another time, in social terms she was in some ways ahead of it. Other divas of her era married and divorced several times. Sabah’s nine or 10 marriages – no one is certain which – outnumbered everyone else’s. She broke taboos with her frank and frequent pronouncements about men and desire. And as she got older she ignored pressure to hide herself away, continuing to wear outlandish outfits and date younger men.
“In a male-dominant society, she was a symbol of woman power,” said Helen Shammas, a Syrian-Lebanese artist and writer who is related to one of Sabah’s husbands. “She was a free woman with nothing to hide. Joy, terror and disappointment all showed behind her heavy makeup. What amazes me most is that she was never ashamed of her old age – she dressed in outfits that betrayed her decaying body. I loved her acceptance of life.”
With fellow divas Fairouz and Umm Kulthum, Sabah became one of the undisputed giants of the age, building a successful stage career in Beirut after leaving Cairo for good in the 60s.
Unlike Fairouz, Sabah’s work was not political, apart from a couple of songs that dealt with pan-Arabism. And unlike Umm Kulthum, her songs were not weighty or serious. Nor was she a strong actress.
Instead her vocal technique, her warmth and sincerity as a performer, and the lighter nature of her songs [Yana Yana] were what made her loved. “She had no relationship with political issues – and that’s why people needed her,” said Momen al-Mohammadi, an Egyptian author and thinker.
Salwa, a Bahraini lawyer, recalls watching Sabah perform at a private wedding in the 80s, at the height of the Lebanese civil war. Her warmth has left a lasting memory. “Usually the famous singers would leave weddings quickly, but Sabah really looked like she was happy to be there,” remembers Salwa. “She would go up to people and interact with them. She sang old songs, new songs, whatever anyone asked her to. She was smiling the whole time.”
And she took people’s minds off the conflict in her homeland, says Salwa. “She was singing and dancing and jumping around when Lebanon was in a war – and she showed a different side to the country. Back then people didn’t go on holiday to Lebanon, and she was one of the few happy Lebanese people we saw.”
In Lebanon itself, 30 years on, Sabah’s death is about more than just the departure of an entertainer. For Fadi al-Abdallah, a Lebanese poet and critic, it has also raised gnawing questions about the nature of Lebanese identity.
“There is a general feeling that the symbols of the era are leaving, and that at the same time they haven’t been replaced by a new generation,” says Abdallah, who wrote a widely shared paean to Sabah last week.
“There is the feeling that the old times were better, and also objectively that the new era of art is less interesting, and less capable of leaving a mark in our heads and hearts. And that the ingredients of our identities are being more and more lost.”
Additional reporting by Raya Jalabi and Manu Abdo
With an ‘entire past’ fading, the death of an admired diva revives memories of the lighter side of life from Cairo to Beirut.
As a child in the late 1950s, the leading Egyptian theatre director Hassan el-Gueretly remembers accompanying his mother to the workshop of Pierre Clouvas, a couturier in central Cairo. Various Miss Egypts bought their dresses there, as did Sabah, the Lebanese singer and actress. For the young Gueretly, it gave a rare frisson to see the superstar’s avant-garde clothes up close.
“I remember walking around the atelier and seeing Sabah’s robes hanging on mannequins in the next room to my mother,” Gueretly recalls. “As a lover of performance and film, I was thrilled to move among her clothes.”
Sabah died last week, aged 87, and her death prompted in Egypt as much as in Lebanon an outpouring of warm memories. At a bleak moment for the region, Sabah’s joyous career and character are reminders of a lighter side to life.
“When you think of the gloom we’re in in the Arab world, to hear her voice is to make life liveable,” said Gueretly. “It doesn’t make me nostalgic – I don’t think in terms of past and present, I think of the future – but to hear this dead woman sing, it makes you think she has a lot more life than many people who are living.”
Born Jeanette Feghali in a mountain village in Lebanon, Sabah took her nickname from the Arabic word for morning, an appropriate nom-de-plume for a woman adored for her sunny vitality. She moved to Egypt in the 40s and became a star of musical cinema, appearing in more than 80 films, performing about 3,000 songs, and developing a reputation for bold fashion choices.
Few remember Clouvas now, and while central Cairo still has its charms, it is no longer grand, and the shops are no longer fancy. Sabah is a throwback to what, according to one nostalgic narrative, was a more triumphant era. An era not of fundamentalism but of pan-Arabism. Of a Cairo, where Sabah spent her cinematic heyday in the 40s and 50s, that housed a flourishing film industry – a Hollywood-on-the-Nile or “Niley-wood”, as Gueretly jokes. And of a pre-civil war Lebanon whose celebrities one by one are dying.
“With her passing away, an entire beautiful past of Lebanon passes away,” Walid Jumblatt, the Lebanese politician, wrote last week. “She was a great singer of a Lebanon that my generation knew that will never come back.”
If in artistic terms Sabah was of another time, in social terms she was in some ways ahead of it. Other divas of her era married and divorced several times. Sabah’s nine or 10 marriages – no one is certain which – outnumbered everyone else’s. She broke taboos with her frank and frequent pronouncements about men and desire. And as she got older she ignored pressure to hide herself away, continuing to wear outlandish outfits and date younger men.
“In a male-dominant society, she was a symbol of woman power,” said Helen Shammas, a Syrian-Lebanese artist and writer who is related to one of Sabah’s husbands. “She was a free woman with nothing to hide. Joy, terror and disappointment all showed behind her heavy makeup. What amazes me most is that she was never ashamed of her old age – she dressed in outfits that betrayed her decaying body. I loved her acceptance of life.”
With fellow divas Fairouz and Umm Kulthum, Sabah became one of the undisputed giants of the age, building a successful stage career in Beirut after leaving Cairo for good in the 60s.
Unlike Fairouz, Sabah’s work was not political, apart from a couple of songs that dealt with pan-Arabism. And unlike Umm Kulthum, her songs were not weighty or serious. Nor was she a strong actress.
Instead her vocal technique, her warmth and sincerity as a performer, and the lighter nature of her songs [Yana Yana] were what made her loved. “She had no relationship with political issues – and that’s why people needed her,” said Momen al-Mohammadi, an Egyptian author and thinker.
Salwa, a Bahraini lawyer, recalls watching Sabah perform at a private wedding in the 80s, at the height of the Lebanese civil war. Her warmth has left a lasting memory. “Usually the famous singers would leave weddings quickly, but Sabah really looked like she was happy to be there,” remembers Salwa. “She would go up to people and interact with them. She sang old songs, new songs, whatever anyone asked her to. She was smiling the whole time.”
And she took people’s minds off the conflict in her homeland, says Salwa. “She was singing and dancing and jumping around when Lebanon was in a war – and she showed a different side to the country. Back then people didn’t go on holiday to Lebanon, and she was one of the few happy Lebanese people we saw.”
In Lebanon itself, 30 years on, Sabah’s death is about more than just the departure of an entertainer. For Fadi al-Abdallah, a Lebanese poet and critic, it has also raised gnawing questions about the nature of Lebanese identity.
“There is a general feeling that the symbols of the era are leaving, and that at the same time they haven’t been replaced by a new generation,” says Abdallah, who wrote a widely shared paean to Sabah last week.
“There is the feeling that the old times were better, and also objectively that the new era of art is less interesting, and less capable of leaving a mark in our heads and hearts. And that the ingredients of our identities are being more and more lost.”
Additional reporting by Raya Jalabi and Manu Abdo
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