Tag: entertainment
Michael Crawford – The Music of the Night
Steve Winwood, Eric Clapton – Can’t Find My Way Home
An evening pause: This is how I feel right now, after more than a month of searching for a new home in Tucson.
David Lanz and Paul Speer – Behind the waterfall/Desert rain medley
An evening pause: David Lanz and Paul Speer performing live at the National Auditorium, Mexico City, 1993, with Neal Speer (drums) and Janet Foos (keyboards.
George Winston – Thanksgiving
This time the turkey wins
The Moody Blues – I´m Just a Singer (in a Rock and Roll Band)
Charles Laughton – The Gettysburg Address from Ruggles of Red Gap
An evening pause: On the anniversary of its first presentation, Charles Laughton gives his interpretation, from the movie Ruggles of Red Gap (1935).
Ninja Cat
Daffy Duck – The Great Piggy Bank Robbery
The Arrogant Worms – Rocks and Trees
Deborah Harry – The Tide is High
An evening pause: Deborah Harry performing The Tide is High live, with a full orchestra, a horde of dancers, and audience participation.
Mary Black – The Moon And St.Christopher
How much does the internet weigh?
Jibjab – Time for some campaigning
An evening pause: In celebration of election day. This might have been made for the 2008 election, but it is remarkably up-to-day now, three years later.
Judi Dench – Send in the Clowns
An evening pause: From a 1995 television profile of Dame Judi Dench, ending with her performance of “Send in the Clowns” from a revival of Stephen Sondheim’s A Little Night Music.
Sports images of the 20th century
Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova – Falling Slowly
Gene Pitney – Looking Through The Eyes Of Love
The Piano
The Haunting
An evening pause: Once again, for Halloween, this short but truly unnerving scene from Robert Wise’s The Haunting (1963), based on the story by Shirley Jackson. Captures what everyone imagines it would be like to sleep in a haunted house. And with no special effects at all.
Shirley Bassey – Two songs
An evening pause: From a 1964 music video, Shirley Bassey sings two songs, Cole Porter’s “I get a kick out of you,” followed by Ben King’s “I who have nothing.”
The Beatles performing Shakespeare
An evening pause: In honor of Shakespeare’s 400th birthday in 1964, the Beatles performed this short excerpt from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. How else could you see John Lennon dressed as a girl?
Arcade Fire – Sprawl II (mountains beyond mountains)
The Grateful Dead – Mountains of the Moon
A really big Tesla coil
The Hastings College Choir – Home on the Range
An evening pause: This beautiful rendition brings new life to a classic American song that sadly has become so familiar most people won’t listen to it any longer.
Round house in Brazil
Kate Rusby – Let me be
The Republican presidential candidate we’ve all been waiting for
The Republican presidential candidate we’ve all been waiting for.
Who, you may ask, is T. Coddington Van Voorhees VII?
Simply put, a man born to the conservative saddle. The only scion of the legendary swashbuckling conservative editor / author / bon vivant T. Coddington Van Voorhees VI, I have since my earliest days honed a conservatism forged in the fires of intellectual combat, stoked by the bellows of classic education, and tempered in the cooling waters of good breeding. Even before matriculating at East Hampton Country Daycare, I was thrust headlong into heady intellectual debates of postwar American politics. Oh, how I cherish those moments, bouncing astride my father’s knee, as he held postprandial court on the patio with Long Island Sound’s most scrupulous Republicans – like Newport GOP chairman Z. Pilastor Fennewick, Greenwich GOP legend Boylston McInernery, and East Hampton’s “hostess with the mostest,” Modesty Crabwater. And although Dad had his differences with each, I admired the elegant grace with which these Republicans could command an Adirondack chair or accept electoral defeat. It is that very same grace I shall endeavor to bring back to the Grand Old Party.
The Republican presidential candidate we’ve all been waiting for.
Who, you may ask, is T. Coddington Van Voorhees VII?
Simply put, a man born to the conservative saddle. The only scion of the legendary swashbuckling conservative editor / author / bon vivant T. Coddington Van Voorhees VI, I have since my earliest days honed a conservatism forged in the fires of intellectual combat, stoked by the bellows of classic education, and tempered in the cooling waters of good breeding. Even before matriculating at East Hampton Country Daycare, I was thrust headlong into heady intellectual debates of postwar American politics. Oh, how I cherish those moments, bouncing astride my father’s knee, as he held postprandial court on the patio with Long Island Sound’s most scrupulous Republicans – like Newport GOP chairman Z. Pilastor Fennewick, Greenwich GOP legend Boylston McInernery, and East Hampton’s “hostess with the mostest,” Modesty Crabwater. And although Dad had his differences with each, I admired the elegant grace with which these Republicans could command an Adirondack chair or accept electoral defeat. It is that very same grace I shall endeavor to bring back to the Grand Old Party.