Off Topic The Arts Thread (Paintings, Music etc)

I didn't realise until today that one of my favourite musos had just recently passed away. Herb Hardesty, the sax player often seen touring with Fats Domino passed from us on the third of this month, aged 91. He first recorded with Fats in 1949 but didn't join the band until 1955. He worked with the great man for 60 years. He was basically a master of the tenor sax, but according to Wiki, only once played the baritone sax when they recorded Blue Monday in 1956. A quote from Wiki on that effort. "One music writer said this solo "is as close to perfection as one can imagine. The eight-bar sax break is a gem of almost frightening economy. It is one of the most memorable, bluesy, and yet simple runs in all of r&b." Rest in peace Herb.

 

While on the Fats Domino band, here they really crank it, but this time with Lee Allen on sax. The dancer is Walt Kimble. If you listen carefully, Fats encourages Walt. You can hear him saying, with a grin splashed across his face ..."Get in Kimble, get in Kimble." Then old Walt lets rip as Allen arcs it up. Fantastic stuff.

 

Here's a nice look back into an Arkansas long past.

 

More on clog dancing. The Blue Ridge Mountain Dancers filmed in 1964. They may be doing a dance called the Pony. I hope this stuff won't be lost to father time, it's as cool as.

 

Even cartoons are an art form. Here's a nice little piss take from some grey bloke.

 

What the heck, seeing as he has a head of steam up, we may as well let him run.

 

Where would we be without the grey man to help us out?

 

Once more to the well.

 

Liam Clancy.

 

A superb photograph of Munich's Christkindlmarkt in happier times:

 

Not feeling too chatty this morning however ......

'Donisl' before refurbishment was an atmospheric place for a drink and a snack or a full meal. For future visitors to my favourite city it is directly behind the 'Mariensaule' (Mary's Column) in this image of the Marienplatz for which I deeply thank SH!

Also in this image are a great sports store with a large selection of worldwide replica football tops (club and national) and a smashing specialist umbrella store.

It is also only a few steps to Munich's finest; Schneider Brauhaus!

SH; possibly before your time in Munich that Donisl had a dubious reputation for 'doping' strangers and removing them of their 'hard earned' and belongings.

 

BK, lived in München since 1997. before that out in the sticks of Oberbayern (thank God I was abroad most of the time, tough on my wife though, a born Münchnerin). Hated it, could never stand those inward-looking, gossipy, country folk. Been very happy in the big city, which, being a Londoner, is not surprising. City people hardly give a rat's rear what neighbours are doing, and thats suits me down to the ground..................

 

SH; just so, city boy myself!

 

Cyc, I just couldn't put 'like' to this superb and moving rendering by Liam Clancy (what clear and lucid diction from a singer), it was just too sad for me. I admit to being moved to tears by this, and fully justifies my deep hatred of the royalty and aristocracy of those times prior and during WW1. What an utterly senseless war? My own godfather, my Uncle Bill, came home mustard-gassed to the eyeballs from this conflict. A simple and good man, my dad's best friend; he did manage to live a full life afterwards, but his injuries damaged him for ever.

Thank you again, we should always be reminded of the sacrifices so many made on our behalf, the innocent soldiers who were victims of the utter stupidity, selfishness, and brutality of European royalty and aristocracy.

This should be a season of joy, regardless if one is a Christian or not, but for many of us the year 2016 is one of great sadness and despair.

P.S.............and the stupid FIFA fines our football associations for wearing the poppy insignia. Those retarded idiots in Switzerland can go to hell as far as I'm concerned.

 

I was born and raised with a **** load of houses around me, and didn't mind it all that much, but now as an old bloke, I get a severe case of the ****s every time I visit the city. Incessant traffic and great piles concrete all over the place, and every now and then, a small green patch of empty parkland that's supposed to keeps us connected to nature. Let's throw up a hundred houses around a small, well manicured lawn with thirteen trees planted in it, and pretend we've come over all green. And what's that thundering past this little oasis? Why it a ****in' great train pulling a conga line of freight cars filled with happy, mooing cattle, all thinking that they're on some sort day out with their buds. Poor deluded souls. Then one of 'em yells. "Look Charlie, there's a park over there .... and it's only got thirteen trees in it!" And they all start laughing. Poor deluded souls.

 

SH; been watching a series on one of Sky's history (?) channels; Royal Cousins at War. Only fresh insight attained has been that Kaiser Wilhelm's dispatches to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor were altered and delayed by the German Military High Command to make war between the A-H Empire and Serbia more likely and necessary (?). F*****n' shambles ensued!

 

I love this version Swanny, and I fully understand your reticence as far as the "like" is concerned. My grandfather fought in both the Boar War and WW1 and my father in WW2. Neither of them spoke too much about their service.

 

Young people can be such idiots. I'm so much the poorer for not, as a young bloke, having recognised the sublime brilliance of people like Mikhail Baryshnikov. The sheer power and precision of the man is breathtaking. I've been doing a little reading on the great man, and it seems that he's probably the best there's been, with the possible exception of the legendary Vaslav Nijinsky.

 

The amazing vocal range of Peruvian singer Yma Sumac, with "Chuncho":

(Watch out for your expensive wine and champagne glasses!).

 

Great tune: