How Americans sound to British people
An evening pause: Who says we can’t communicate?
A nightly pause from the news to give the reader/viewer a bit of classic entertainment.
An evening pause: Who says we can’t communicate?
An evening pause: From Gilbert & Sullivan’s HMS Pinafore.
I always voted at my party’s call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.Chorus.
He never thought of thinking for himself at all.I thought so little, they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen’s Navee!
An evening pause: Once, a long time ago, the concept of charity was something that you gave voluntarily, not forced upon you by the will of others.
A technical aside: If you listen closely to the soundtrack to Mary Poppins (1964), you will discover hints of the melody from this song sprinkled throughout. The composers clearly considered it a central theme on which they wished to link to the rest of the score.
An evening pause: One of Glenn Miller’s best.
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An evening pause: Good avant-garde music that was actually a hit song in 1981. Listen and watch close and you will catch hints of the naive and anti-American anti-nuke movement of the early 1980s.
The music is still haunting, has a touch of humor, and is definitely worth hearing.
An evening pause: “Your name, sir?”
An evening pause: Pure 1960s pop.
An evening pause: Live, from 1973.
An evening pause: “Gotta feed everybody!”
An evening pause: “Obviously I am dealing with inferior mentalities.”
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An evening pause: Clearly a terrorist by the modern standards of Homeland Security.
An evening pause: Allen Funt would be proud.
An evening pause: A performer giving her all. What a tragedy that she destroyed herself at such a young age.
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An evening pause: I once awoke from a powerful and indescribable dream, its searing images (soon lost) invoked by this haunting song as performed by Judy Collins from her 1967 recording. Here it is performed beautifully here by Rufus Wainwright and set to some very appropriate visuals from the various Pirates of the Caribbean films.
And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea.
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain,
“Come away, alone.
Come away, alone.
With me.”
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An evening pause: And then there’s the cat.