In honor of the birthday of Nikolai Andreyevich Rimsky-Korsakov (1844-1908), here is his greatest hit, performed by the Canadian Brass.
bluebird of bitterness
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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bluebird of bitterness 
Wonderful
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Beautiful!
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Superb, thank you for posting.
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This really gave me a buzz!
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Ah, Spring!
Better get Buzzy, Bees!
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The first opera I ever went to, was in 1948 at Sadlers Wells in London, the opera was The Snow Maiden; I can’t recall the music, the only 2 things I do remember clearly was the scene with the fiery Russian dancing, which filled me with excitement, and the other was the King, that’s King George VI; our presents Queens father; nephew George Lascelles;
The Earl of Harewood, who at that time was 6th in line to the throne. A position now occupied by Prince Harry. with the Earl was his wife to be Marian Stein, a pianist.
The earl was named for his grandfather George V who actually thought that young George Lascelles was rather odd. Young George preferred music and literature to riding horses and shooting pheasant.
The Earl became a great patron of the opera and arts in England, after divorcing Marian he married the elder sister (a violinist) to Barry Tuckwell, that great Australian French horn player, who now has US citizenship.
He also had a stately home
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harewood_House
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A personal favorite. The brass made for great staccato notes in there, excellent for the piece.
When I were a wee tad, we got to play on Gramma’s old player piano. Learned lots of turn-of-previous-century songs on that thing. It was electric, but you could foot-pump it too, which we did a lot.
And of course there was the “tempo” lever. Nothing quite like hiking the tempo up to “way too fast,” and foot-pumping Flight of the Bumblebee for true kid giggles.
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