The History of Rock Music (songs) Blue Moon of Kentucky Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining Shine on the one that’s gone and proved untrue Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue It was on a moonlight night The stars were shining bright… Read More BLUE MOON OF KENTUCKY
The History of Rock Music (songs) T for Texas (Blue Yodel No. 1) T for Texas, T for Tennesee T for Texas, T for Tennessee T for Thelma That gal made a wreck out of me. [Yodel]: O-de-lay-ee-a-lay-ee-o-ly-ee If you don’t want me mama You sure don’t have to stall If you don’t want me… Read More T FOR TEXAS (BLUE YODEL No. 1)
Wildwood Flower (the 1920s: The Carter Family) Oh, I’ll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue The pale amanita and eyes look like blue Oh I’ll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be… Read More WILDWOOD FLOWER
La storia del rock: lezioni U3 di Angelo Vimercati 10 maggio 2017 Sono stati trattati i seguenti argomenti: ORIGINI DELLA MUSICA BIANCA AMERICANA (Folk, Old Time, Bluegrass, Country) • La musica folk americana che subirà nel corso del tempo la grande influenza del Blues e tramite questa fusione si costituirà il brodo di cottura per… Read More La storia del rock: lezioni U3 di Angelo Vimercati
17 May 1510: Sandro Botticelli’s death Today we remember the death of one of our greatest artists, Sandro Botticelli, who died on 17 May 1510, in Florence Alessandro di Mariano di Vanni Filipepi, best known by his nickname Sandro Botticelli, was a very important Italian painter of the Early Renaissance. Here are three of his… Read More 17 May 1510: Sandro Botticelli’s death
“He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven” Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have… Read More “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” – by W. B. Yeats
Saturday’s Child Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the black racoon– For implements of battle. Some are swaddled in silk and down, And heralded by a star; They swathed my limbs in a sackcloth gown On a night that was black as… Read More Harlem Renaissance: SATURDAY’S CHILD – by Countée Cullen –
Hatred I shall hate you Like a dart of singing steel Shot through still air At even-tide, Or solemnly As pines are sober When they stand etched Against the sky. Hating you shall be a game Played with cool hands And slim fingers. Your heart will yearn For the lonely splendor Of the pine tree… Read More Harlem Renaissance: HATRED – by Gwendolyn B. Bennett –
I, TOO by Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then. Besides, They’ll… Read More Dreams (6): I, TOO
