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I've got a feeling that the Sax family (note: not the saxophone family) also invented the family of brass instruments which make up the british brass band; which does not include the saxhorn, I think. We call them soprano cornet (Eb), cornet (Bb), tenor horn (Eb), euphonium (Bb), and two basses (in Eb and Bb). We also use the flugelhorn which is in Bb I think.

The unique sound of a British-Style Brass Band comes from the choice of instruments and the scoring of the music. It has no string or woodwind instruments and all parts are played in treble clef except the bass trombone. The brass band uses almost all conical bore instruments, where the tubing starts small and gradually increases in diameter, which include Eb/Bb cornet, flugel horn, tenor horn, baritone, euphonium, and Eb/BBb basses. These types of instruments produce a much mellower tone than cylindrical bore instruments, where the tubing remains essentially the same diameter. The only cylindrical instruments in the band are the trombones, which add color and edge to the sound of the band. There is also a battery of percussion that provides rhythm and special effects. Brass bands date from the early 1830's when valves began to be used in brass instruments and were popular in the United States until the 1860's. Brass bands continue to flourish in England.

Correct, McTag: Adolphe Sax invented the saxtromba



the bassclarinet



the saxhorn


and ....

...the kazoo?

Listeners, I just finished watching the movie, National Treasure, and it was mostly entertaining, but it imprinted on my imagination that we have an international treasure on WA2K.

As always, Walter not only has the pictures, he most certainly has the proofs.

At one time, in music appreciation, we were required to identify all the instruments and write a brief paper on their history. I simply thought it drudgery then, but now I see exactly what that truly means. There are those inquisitive people out there, both past and present, whose only goal is to discover, and therein lies our real wealth, both in our own respective nations and in our multi cultured world.

I would like to acknowledge the following contributors:

dj and ehBeth of Canada
Francis of France
edgar of Texas
George and Bob of Boston
Panz and Letty of Florida
hebba of England and Denmark
Raggedy of Pennsylvania
Cyracuz of Norway
McTag of Manchester/Scotland
dys and Diane of Albe"turkey" <smile>
John of Virginia
and recently Whitebeard from who knows where.
Walter and Urs of Germany
msolga of Australia

Wales_Rules from Wales

There have been other who have been here, but I can only recall those at the moment. If I have forgotten someone, wave your arms wildly.

I had truly wanted Don1 and nimh to be a part as well, but perhaps that will come later.

For a brief time, we even had Jes drop in with a traffic report.

Back later, my dear friends.

Post Script:

Who could forget our Book of the Booman, Eva, and Lola.

And for Our Prince: A translation of The Moon and the Prince.

You! Ha! Get up!
You! Ha! Get up!

I ran, I swerved, I raced everywhere
I turned, it spun, I rolled it all around
I put it together, I stuffed it up, I picked up many things
I ducked, I dodged, I flew with all my might
Tried pushing, tried pulling, tried throwing it away
Got hit, shoved aside, and just missed a big crash

[Goal was nowhere in sight, but I couldn't stop moving
Kept rolling along, and grew up as a man
Realized lots of things, the world became as one
City was so full of smiles, I hid my stupid spite in the shadows]

Check it up, funk it up, all of you shut up and follow me, yeah
Check it up, funk it up, put your life on the line and just come with me, come on

*repeat x 3

I was beaten down, I lost heart, I despaired at my lack of power
Tried sulking, tried pouting, cried my eyes out with regrets
I mulled it over, threw myself on the ground, then looked at the sky and regained my composure
I stared up, and what entered my eye was the moon in the sky, dazzling and radiant
I made it huge, I raised it up, I turned it into a big, beautiful star
I tried hard, put in all my effort, used up every last ounce of my strength

[Sensing crisis, I stood up and cleared away the barriers inside me
I've got the soul of a free mind, and my heart carries my spirit
We'll persevere if we combine our powers
To see one thing through to the end, we all cheered each other on
And made it bigger than ever before]

Don't be negative now
It may be hard but there's no stopping
We're drawing an arc with peace vibrations
So make something to get the world's attention

*repeat x 4

Translation Credit
Romanization & Translation by: Ongakusei

Have added a bit to my note on British-style brass bands, above.

There is a famous annual band competition here, at Saddleworth, which coincidentally takes place on Friday of this week: it's always the Friday before Whit Sunday.
Bands come from all over the country, from Europe and other countries overseas. "The Greatest Free Show On Earth", if you like brass bands that is, I suppose.

http://www.whitfriday.brassbands.saddleworth.org.uk/intro.html

It's great. It's lovely.

McTag, What in the world is Whit Friday? Yes, you know that I could look it up, but..................

Your brass band reminded me of the Drum and Bugle corps, and when I did the research, I found something quite interesting:

http://www.cavaliers.org/

Cavaliers in Illinois? Exactly what are UVA's cavaliers doing there? <smile>

Somewhere, listeners, I recall that no one can play the bugle any more. Mastering that instrument is difficult, because it it is all done with the lips and the tongue. No valves; no reeds; Need to research that, I guess.

Another surprise. John Philip Sousa invented the sousa phone and in looking at his list of songs I found this:

http://www.dws.org/sousa/works.htm

The French horn; The English horn; Ah, well. He who tooteth not his own horn, the same shall not be tooted, or something like that.




I am a fine musician,
I practice every day
And people come from miles around
Just to hear me play
My trumpet, my trumpet
They love to hear my trumpet.
Ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-a-a


I am a fine musician,
My talents are well-known
And I can play sweet music
Upon my big trombone
My trombone, my trombone
They love to hear my trombone.
Waaah, Waaah, Waaah, Waaah
Ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-a-a


I am a fine musician,
And I get lots of pay
Everybody likes to dance,
When they hear me play
My tuba, my tuba
They love to hear my tuba
Oom-pa, oom-pa oom-pa oom-pa, oom-pa-oom
Waaah, Waaah, Waaah, Waaah
Ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-a-a


I am a fine musician,
That's what the people say
And all the children follow me,
When they hear me play
My piccolo, my piccolo
They love to hear my piccolo
Deedle-ee dee dee,
Deedle-ee dee dee,
Deedle deedle dee-dee deedle-deedle dee

Oom-pa, oom-pa oom-pa oom-pa, oom-pa-oom
Waaah, Waaah, Waaah, Waaah
Ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-a-a


We all are fine musicians
We practice every day
And if you'd like to join us
We'll show you the way
Come join us. Come join us.
Come take a part and join us
(As they walk off one by one)
Ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-tada-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-a-a
Waaah, Waaah, Waaah, Waaah
Oom-pa, oom-pa oom-pa oom-pa, oom-pa-oom
Waaah, Waaah, Waaah, Waaah
Deedle-ee dee dee, Deedle deedle dee-dee deedle-deedle dee
dee deedle deedle dee!

Songs for Teaching? Heh! heh!

Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!

I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd want me to
All I want is kissin' you
And music! music! music!

Closer, my dear, come closer
The nicest part of any melody
Is when you're dancing close to me

So, put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is lovin' you
And music! music! music!

REPEAT ALL

SPOKEN: "C'mon, everybody! Put some nickels in! And keep that old
nickelodeon playing!"

Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
And music! music! music!

Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
And music! music! music!

Ok, edgar:

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else's songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again

Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you're far away, you've been so close to me
I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I'd better get myself together
'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind
Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind

Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again


Album Lyrics: Magic - The Very Best of Olivia Newton-John [2001]

then, of course, listeners. There's Juke Box Saturday Night. Hmmm. Will have to wait for five days for that one.

P.S. I forgot our Reyn, as well.

While we're listening to the juke box, I became curious again.

I knew a sweet lady in Virginia, Mrs. Simon, who called it a "juice" box. Makes more sense, does it not, listeners? Sooooooo, I wondered whence the origin and found this:

the Term Jukebox

Collectors and amateur historians have often been asked, why the object of their hobby is called a jukebox. In other words, where did the word jukebox come from? There have of course over the years been several suggestions as to the origin of the term, but no one really knows for a fact where the strange word jukebox came from in the first place.

The most reasonable explanation is, in my opinion, that the descendents of the Africans, who had been transported as slaves to the Caribbean area and the southern and eastern part of America to work the plantations, still had the old English word jouk in their vocabulary. Part of the language they brought with them is still known today as the Gullah language, a Creole blend of Elisabethan English and African languages, used around the plantations of the costal South. However, the word the Africans knew in the first place was often spelt jook, a corrupted form used in the western, colonized part of the African continent, where the serving blacks had accepted the word as a cultured term for dancing or acting wildly (disorderly). The word jouk could, as mentioned in the British newspaper "Guardian" dated 18th March, 1974, be found as early as in the Elisabethan English. The reign of Queen Elisabeth I (1558-1603) was notable for commercial growth and especially the flourishing of literature, music, and architecture. It is obvious, that the small tea houses or joints for blacks only in the Deep South would be called juke-joints, if juke was another corruption of the Elisabethan word jouk for dancing or acting disorderly. It is even stated as a fact in "The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary" printed in 1933 that the word juke was obsolete for jouk. I have until now only once heard of the odd spelling jute in old writing, and I am sure it was only a matter of bad spelling and had nothing to do with jute fibre or jute mills in the South. In the book "The Story of the Blues" by Paul Oliver, published 1969, the following sentence can be found on page 21: "...Saturday night was for good times, with the liquor flowing, the shouts and laughter of dancers rising above the noice of a juke band or gin-mill piano, and sometimes the staccato report of a revolver fired in jest - or in earnest...". In this case juke band surely means dance band. Another word connected to music and dance, that the people of the Deep South had taken from Elisabethan English, was jazz, a corruption of the word jass that had survived in the vernacular of the houses, where usually only members of the male population came. This is mentioned in the book "The Jazz Record Book" by Charles Edward Smith et al., published 1942.

WOW!

It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry


Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
Well, I've been up all night
Leanin' on the window sill.
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it,
You know my baby will.

Don't the moon look good, mama,
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

Well the wintertime is coming,
The windows are filled with frost.
I went to tell everybody,
But I could not get across.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.

but...but...but...edgar. You switched trains in mid stream. <smile>

I'm gettin' hungry, folks. Set and all just reminded me of red eye gravy and country ham. YUM! But, it's fish tonight!

Keep them songs coming, listeners.

Ballpark franks for me tonight. Me n Mrs edgarblythe did't want to cook.

The Frim Fram Sauce
Nat King Cole

I don't want French fried potatoes,
Red ripe tomatoes,
I'm never satisfied.
I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.

I don't want pork chops and bacon,
That won't awaken
My appetite inside.
I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.

Now a persons really got to eat
And a person should eat right.
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.

I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.

~interlude~

Now a persons really got to eat
And a person should eat right.
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight.

I don't want fish cakes and rye bread,
You heard what I said.
Waiter, please serve mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce with the Ausen fay
With chafafa on the side.

I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay
with cha fafa, cha fafa, cha fafa, on the side
P-LEAZZZE!

88 Lines About 44 Women
The Nails

Deborah was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type
she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Susan painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Reena was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Kamela, who couldn't sing,
kept the beat and kept it strong

Xylla was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this
take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Mary Ellen, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayed

Gloria, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast
she didn't even say goodbye

Rhonda had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty
she didn't do that **** at all

Pauline thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated
like some French filmmaker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plate

Sarah was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to f**k
while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist's daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee's mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Debbie Ray had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone

Bobbi joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn't give a ****
was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this

Jezebel went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
she's a Scientologist
Amaranta, here's a kiss
I chose you to end this list.


Things You Left Behind
The Nails

A pair of stockings, a pair of shoes
A record by The Moody Blues
A bottle of Chanel No. 5
A poster of a band called Dead or Alive
A silk negligee and a black garter belt
A book about how to get to know yourself
A shirt you adopted used to be mine
These are some of the things you left behind

Paintings painted by a man you knew,
someone you dated in '82
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
I didn't even know you liked soul that well
Three pieces of paper with cryptic notes
Cigarettes you never smoked
A bag of beads and fishing line
These are some of the things you left behind

A dozen contraceptive sponges
Anyone here got a rhyme for sponges?
Dental floss, some baby powder
Fourteen cans of clam chowder
Forgotten how much you liked that stuff
Sex and clams you couldn't get enough
Your driver's license in '79
These are some of the things you left behind

A pack of rusty razor blades
You threatened to use those things one day
A nickel bag of Mexican pot
You bought downtown in a parking lot
A wedding band. Where'd that come from?
Forget to tell me about someone?
A bottle of cheap Italian wine
These are some of the things you left behind

A ticket stub to a Broadway play
A button saying "Make My Day"
A broken mirror with a lipstick smear
A telephone number where the name's unclear
Two pressed roses in a blank paged book
Containing all the notes that you never took
A Valentine card saying "Please Be Mine"
These are some of the things you left behind

A rosary, some holy cards
A photo of your daddy's Brooklyn bar
A list of possible job interviews
A list I guess you chose not to use
A glacine bag with a printed skull
I didn't know things had gotten that dull
A note on the door, one word, "Goodbye"
These are some of the things you left behind

A pair of stockings
A garter belt
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
Cigarettes
Dental floss
Clam chowder
A razor blade
Wedding band
Broken mirror with a lipstick smear
A valentine card
A rosary
A glacine bag
Heroin? Oh ****, not heroin
One word, tacked up on my door
One word….

"Goodbye"

Well, my word, dj. I remember, vaguely, the Nat Cole song, but the others I have not heard. Now I know why!

88 lines about 44 women? What a title.

While edgar eats his ball parks, and I my fish filet, I think I'll hang about a pit and think of things to play:

Stompin' At The Savoy
Chick Webb, Lester Young
Savoy, the home of sweet romance,
Savoy, it wins you with a glance,
Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance.

Your old form just like a clinging vine,
Your lips so warm and sweet as wine,
Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine.

How my heart is singing,
While the band is swinging,
I'm never tired of romping,
And stomping with you at the Savoy.
What joy - a perfect holiday,
Savoy, where we can glide and sway,
Savoy, let me stomp away with you;

The home of sweet romance,
It wins you at a glance,
Gives happy feet a chance to dance.
Just like a clinging vine,
So soft and sweet as wine,
So soft and close to mine, divine.

How my heart is singing,
While the band is swinging,
I'm never, never, never tired of romping,
And stomping with you at the Savoy.
What joy - a perfect holiday,
Savoy, where we can glide and sway,
Savoy, let me stomp away with you;

Billie Holiday

My word, listeners. We can't get away from London. The Savoy Place is in that marvelous city.

Porcupine Pie

Words and Music by Neil Diamond

Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie,
Vanilla soup, a double scoop please.
No, maybe I want, maybe I won't, maybe I will.
The titti fruit, with fruity blue cheese.

Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie,
Don't let it get on your jeans, I know it sounds a little strange,
but you got to eat it with gloves--or your hands will turn green.

Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie,
It weaves its way through my dreams,
And I do believe I'm gonna have one and leave enough room for dessert,
chicken ripple ice cream.

Ah, Bob. That porcupine pie reminded me of my dad, saying (not singing)

p-o-s-m-s-m-i. p-o-s-m possum pie. He knew the strangest things, listeners.

Well, time for my goodnight song:

The Mamas The Papas

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
(Kahn-Schwandt-Andre)

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

------ piano ------

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Goodnight from Letty with Love.

I know the day is almost gone but I'd like to recognize on this day in 1985 the Wicked Witch of the West passed on. Remember Margaret Hamilton.

Margaret Hamilton
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Margaret Hamilton (December 9, 1902 - May 16, 1985) was an American film actress.

Born in Cleveland, Ohio, Hamilton was a schoolteacher who turned to acting, making her screen debut in 1933 in Zoo in Budapest. She appeared in such films as These Three (1936), Saratoga and Nothing Sacred (both 1937), and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1938).

In 1939, she played the role of the Wicked Witch of the West opposite Judy Garland's Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz and created not only her most famous role, but one of the screen's most memorable villains. Hamilton's effective and frightening portrayal during audition eventually secured her the role over the originally cast, but more glamorous, Gale Sondergaard. During the actual filming, Hamilton suffered severe burns when the trapdoor elevator she was riding on the soundstage malfunctioned during her fiery exit from Munchkin Land. Hamilton had to recuperate in a hospital and at home for six weeks after the accident before returning to the set to complete her work on the now-classic film.

She appeared regularly in supporting roles in films until the early 1950s, and sporadically thereafter. Hamilton starred in a now-forgotten film noir from one of the "poverty row" studios, entitled Bungalow 13 (1948), which co-starred Richard Cromwell. During the 1960s and 1970s she appeared on television, and had a substantial role in the made-for-TV film The Night Strangler (1973). She continued acting regularly until 1979, and was often asked about her experiences on the set of The Wizard of Oz. Hamilton said she sometimes worried about the effect that her monstrous film role had on children. It should be noted that in real life Hamilton dearly loved children and gave generously to charities benefitting them. She often joked about children coming up to her and asking her why she had been so mean to poor Dorothy! She appeared on an episode of Mister Rogers where she explained to children that she was only playing a role.

Hamilton was married briefly in the 1930s and had one son, whom she raised on her own.

Throughout the 1970s, Hamilton lived in New York City's Gramercy Park neighborhood and appeared on local TV ads for organizations promoting the welfare of companion animals. She eventually moved to Salisbury, Connecticut and died there in 1985 from a heart attack.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Hamilton

I always lit up when Margaret Hamilton appeared in any film I was watching.