I love choral music, and recently I discovered the CD Advent at Ephesus by the Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles choir. It is an astonishingly beautiful piece of work that should appeal to anyone — regardless of their religious affiliation — who loves the sound of the human voice.
There is a ethereal, transcendent quality to the blended voices of these nuns that is enormously appealing and deeply peaceful. Of the songs on Advent at Ephesus, my favorite selections are Like the Dawning, Come Thou Redeemer of the Earth, Maria Walks Amid The Thorn, and Benedixisti Domine, but all of the songs on the CD are wonderful. I recommend it highly to anyone who is a fan of choral music.
A few days ago the Webner House blog celebrated its fifth anniversary. Our first post appeared on February 1, 2009.
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years. Five years ago President Obama had just been inaugurated and began his first term in office, and the Affordable Care Act was just a gleam in his eye. Five years ago Eric Mangini was the head coach of the Cleveland Browns, and there have been three head coaches since then. Five years ago no one had heard of a Tea Party, or George Zimmerman, or Ted Cruz. For reasons like these, five years seems like a long time.
During our five years we’ve published 4,718 posts that have generated 289,076 views and 4,082 comments — all of which were welcome. We’ve made some new friends and found some blogs we like to check out, too. We’ve written some bad poetry, taken some bad photographs, and followed the Chronicles of Penny.
It’s been a fun five years. What better way to commemorate it than to post David Bowie and Arcade Fire performing the song of the same name — a song which begins one of the great rock albums ever recorded: The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars?
Over his long career he wrote some of the great R&B songs, including timeless efforts like Further On Up The Road and Turn On Your Love Light. I was introduced to his music by Eric Clapton, who played an exceptional Further On Up The Road filled with awesome guitar work. When I heard Clapton’s live introduction to the song — simply, “this is a song by Bobby Blue Bland called Further On Up The Road” — I knew I had to listen to the artist who wrote such a fantastic song. My guess is that many rock ‘n roll fans who loved Clapton, Led Zeppelin, and other rockers who played the blues were introduced to Bobby “Blue” Bland and other blues artists in that same way.
Bland had a fabulous voice, deep and smoky and soulful. And, as the YouTube clip I’ve included above shows, he must have been a blast to share the stage with. The clip is part of a performance by Bobby “Blue” Bland and B.B. King on Soul Train, circa the mid-70s. From the basso intro by Don Cornelius to the vintage ’70s clothing to the stunning music, the clip is a classic — and a great reminder of Bland’s outsized talent.
When I think of The Doors, I think of Jim Morrison’s deep, throaty vocals — but I think equally of Ray Manzarek’s keyboards. Both of those elements made The Doors musically unique, and both were equally important. Mazarek’s deft chops on the keyboard helped to burn countless Doors’ songs into the brain synapses, where they will remain forever and can be hauled out and remembered, note by note. Most of The Doors’ great songs had a great keyboard riff in their somewhere, but my all-time favorite is Riders On The Storm. For us wannabe musicians, who don’t know anything about those black and white keys, it’s one of the great air piano songs ever. I’ve “played” that extended keyboard solo on desktops, tabletops, car dashboards, and the air above the walkway around the Yantis Loop, always with a smile on my face and those lilting notes lifting my heart. I’ve put a YouTube video of Riders on the Storm below, and it still sounds fantastic and absolutely fresh.
Thank you for that, Ray Manzarek. You were one of those creative forces who helped to change the course of popular music, and you made my life a little bit richer through your genius.
It’s Friday night, and we’re waiting to go to the airport to pick up Richard, who is coming home for a visit. Unfortunately, his flight has been delayed, so we’re biding our time for now.
Normally I would squawk about airlines and their comically frequent flight delays, but I’m too happy about Richard’s visit and the arrival of the weekend and I don’t want to ruin my mood. So I’m going to go in the opposite direction, dive into some truly vintage rock that takes me back to high school days, follow Joe Walsh’s suggestion, and get into the Rocky Mountain Way instead. After all, it is better than the way we had.
Jones lived a rough-and-tumble life and was legendary for his unpredictable behavior, but his musical talent was unquestionable. It was gigantic. Jones had an authentic country voice, with a lilting twang and an ability to wring every ounce of emotion out of his songs. He was a real person and real performer, not some phony, blow-dried, cowboy hat-wearing pop star masquerading as a country singer. I loathe “modern” country, but I could listen to George Jones and Merle Haggard and Patsy Cline all night long – and just might do so tonight.
I’ve posted the YouTube video of Jones singing The Grand Tour (and being introduced by his one-time wife, Tammy Wynette) because the title seems apt, but also because the song is a good illustration of his awesome prowess as a singer. It’s a simple song about a man who has been left by his wife, but Jones turns it into a poignant, deeply moving glimpse into the shards of a life.
I don’t often urge people to do this or buy that, but if you’ve never listened to country music, give George Jones a try. He and his music were pieces of Americana, and we may not see their like again.