In honor of the birthday of e. e. cummings (1894-1962), here is a choral setting by Dan Forrest of one of his poems, sung by the Atlanta Master Chorale.
In honor of the birthday of e. e. cummings (1894-1962), here is a choral setting by Dan Forrest of one of his poems, sung by the Atlanta Master Chorale.
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If you build a better mousetrap, the world might beat a path to your door, or a rival mousetrap maker may beat you to a pulp. ―Gavin McInnes
I never make the same mistake twice. I make it five or six times just to be sure.
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
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)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
I’ve lived in Atlanta for over 30 years and had never heard of the Atlanta Master Chorale until just now… They’re quite good, and I’m just sorry I’ve missed them all this time.
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One of my all-time favourite poems, beautifully done – thanks, BoB.
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Kudos to Dan Forrest for setting a 20-th century poem with words floating chorale-like over a neobaroque instrumental accompaniment. It works.
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