Orchid Lady, never mind North of the Border give a thought to us lot the other side, I need my beauty sleep (badly) so keep it low, "err" well ish.
Yarrow2, Deanna Durban was my first love I must have been all of ten at the time, I remember seeing one film three times in a week because my Parents loved musicals too.
All the years I have listened, Danced to, and played music some of it sticks for no particular reason. Cowboy films as a lad were a must and in one I heard South of the Border and it stuck, why. Clair de Lune was the first classical piece I played on the piano and it still tugs when I hear it. The Continental and all the things you are the musicals we saw in wartime. Carousel, Oklahoma, Blue Danube that was the night my late wife Joan and I danced in Vienna on an empty floor in a packed hall, why that happened I never worked out but we certainly got applause, unforgettable.
Music these days tends to be wall paper though every now and then one grabs you, last week on an old time show "The last time I saw Paris" we sang that after the fall of France and straight after "Smoke gets in your eye's" as a none smoking cinema goer that one hit base. Wonderful memories. Now I will go give my Ailsa Craig tomato's some TLC, may even sing to them, maybe not they might droop.
After a day of helping to show people round at my sisters 'open day' to sell her house......can't think of a song title ............but 'Crowded House' ......springs to mind!
Phew.......I'm glad my little sister is only getting married once Yarrow, sorry I didn't see your post and for one reason and another didn't get much chance to 'sightsee'
Had a lovely time and I think tonight's sons would be 'Sisters are Doin' it for. Themselves' or maybe Dreaming Trees
Palaisglide, Frank: hurrah! Someone who likes Deanna Durban. One of the great things about the internet is that you can watch snippets or whole Durban films on Youtube. Fabulous! I particularly like the one where her butler father and his butler friends go to a club so celebrate (I think) a Russian butler's birthday. And hey ho, as always in her films, nobody knows she can really sing. And of course at the beginning strains of a Russian ballad up she gets and beautifully sings in Russian bringing tears to their eyes. That's what I loved most about her films - that the theme often was the fact that none of the other characters knew she could sing. Great stuff.
My dad loved cowboy films and so did I. He loved John Wayne. My favourite Wayne film though is 'The Quiet Man'. But in the cowboy films, you always knew when the 'indians' (if we're allowed to lean from native American for a moment) were coming because of the music. You knew there was always a stray one hidden behind a tree at the creek because of the music. (Or the 'crick' as Doris would say in 'Calamity Jane').
Wow! You danced to the Blue Danube with your lovely Joan in Vienna. Unforgettable indeed. OH and I were in Vienna in the late 80's and I dragged him to 'The Magic Flute'. He fell asleep just before the interval and during the interval didn't feel he could bear any more of it. So we dashed outside and gave our tickets to a young couple who had been disappointed being unable to get tickets. We then went for a supposed 'walk' in the fresh air to clear his head! We ended up at the Prater Stadium where - surprise surprise - his favourites the Rolling Stones were playing. He'd spotted a poster earlier in the day but hadn't mentioned it. However, it was a beautiful warm evening and he was forgiven. We sat outside the stadium and listened for the latter half of this concert. He's a wiley one!
Did you hear the waltz composed by Sir Anthony Hopkins played by Andre Reaui (can't spell his name)? I saw it in the press this week and watched it on Youtube. Nice job Sir Anthony.
Yarrow2, Told you I loved her and so did Dad so I got dragged to see all her pictures from being a pup. The film you are talking about was a wartime one called His Butlers Sister, but favourites were Cant help Singing, Mad about Music (who isn't) Three Smart Girls. She broke my heart when she stopped making musicals some where in the late 1940's. The correct name by the way was Deanna Durbin and the other one is Andre Rieu I have some of his discs and DVD's.
Joan once dragged me kicking and screaming into a puppet theatre in Salzburg, it just was not me, I had the best night ever, it was a wonderful experience. We danced our way round Austria quite a few times often with requests for us to demonstrate what they called the English Waltz, the night in Vienna came right out of the blue, we shot on the floor as the leader raised his baton and did a solo, why, did they think we were part of the show? we were in best bib and tucker. As I said the place was jam packed yet when we went on the floor again it partly cleared and we got space to Viennese Waltz, glorious memories. Something similar happened in Munchen, we had been up dancing a couple of times then we got up and the floor was empty they stood around and watched, we were told later the German Waltz was staid they all did the same moves we rang the changes, the English way they called it. I think I remember it as the free drinks flowed, I do not know who held who up as we made our way to bed.
My Granddaughter 4 was here today we were out in the garden and she sang to me, every word of a pop song and all the expressions, music is for all ages.
How lovely to hear of your dance in Vienna, and of your grand daughter, my little girl has just turned 3 , I so love it when she sings with me, we sing nursery rhymes to her 6 month old brother mainly!
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Orchid Lady, never mind North of the Border give a thought to us lot the other side, I need my beauty sleep (badly) so keep it low, "err" well ish.
Yarrow2, Deanna Durban was my first love I must have been all of ten at the time, I remember seeing one film three times in a week because my Parents loved musicals too.
All the years I have listened, Danced to, and played music some of it sticks for no particular reason. Cowboy films as a lad were a must and in one I heard South of the Border and it stuck, why. Clair de Lune was the first classical piece I played on the piano and it still tugs when I hear it. The Continental and all the things you are the musicals we saw in wartime. Carousel, Oklahoma, Blue Danube that was the night my late wife Joan and I danced in Vienna on an empty floor in a packed hall, why that happened I never worked out but we certainly got applause, unforgettable.
Music these days tends to be wall paper though every now and then one grabs you, last week on an old time show "The last time I saw Paris" we sang that after the fall of France and straight after "Smoke gets in your eye's" as a none smoking cinema goer that one hit base. Wonderful memories. Now I will go give my Ailsa Craig tomato's some TLC, may even sing to them, maybe not they might droop.
Frank.
After a day of helping to show people round at my sisters 'open day' to sell her house......can't think of a song title ............but 'Crowded House' ......springs to mind!
Phew.......I'm glad my little sister is only getting married once
Yarrow, sorry I didn't see your post and for one reason and another didn't get much chance to 'sightsee' 
Had a lovely time and I think tonight's sons would be 'Sisters are Doin' it for. Themselves' or maybe Dreaming Trees
Hope it went well Lily x
Went well OL, will get in touch
I'm doing stuff for my sister, she's not doing much for me lol
So this sisters doing it for myself
She's certainly doing that, its a good job i'm very patient lol
Ps. You have mail
Palaisglide, Frank: hurrah! Someone who likes Deanna Durban. One of the great things about the internet is that you can watch snippets or whole Durban films on Youtube. Fabulous! I particularly like the one where her butler father and his butler friends go to a club so celebrate (I think) a Russian butler's birthday. And hey ho, as always in her films, nobody knows she can really sing. And of course at the beginning strains of a Russian ballad up she gets and beautifully sings in Russian bringing tears to their eyes. That's what I loved most about her films - that the theme often was the fact that none of the other characters knew she could sing. Great stuff.
My dad loved cowboy films and so did I. He loved John Wayne. My favourite Wayne film though is 'The Quiet Man'. But in the cowboy films, you always knew when the 'indians' (if we're allowed to lean from native American for a moment) were coming because of the music. You knew there was always a stray one hidden behind a tree at the creek because of the music. (Or the 'crick' as Doris would say in 'Calamity Jane').
Wow! You danced to the Blue Danube with your lovely Joan in Vienna. Unforgettable indeed. OH and I were in Vienna in the late 80's and I dragged him to 'The Magic Flute'. He fell asleep just before the interval and during the interval didn't feel he could bear any more of it. So we dashed outside and gave our tickets to a young couple who had been disappointed being unable to get tickets. We then went for a supposed 'walk' in the fresh air to clear his head! We ended up at the Prater Stadium where - surprise surprise - his favourites the Rolling Stones were playing. He'd spotted a poster earlier in the day but hadn't mentioned it. However, it was a beautiful warm evening and he was forgiven. We sat outside the stadium and listened for the latter half of this concert. He's a wiley one!
Did you hear the waltz composed by Sir Anthony Hopkins played by Andre Reaui (can't spell his name)? I saw it in the press this week and watched it on Youtube. Nice job Sir Anthony.
Yarrow2, Told you I loved her and so did Dad so I got dragged to see all her pictures from being a pup. The film you are talking about was a wartime one called His Butlers Sister, but favourites were Cant help Singing, Mad about Music (who isn't) Three Smart Girls. She broke my heart when she stopped making musicals some where in the late 1940's. The correct name by the way was Deanna Durbin and the other one is Andre Rieu I have some of his discs and DVD's.
Joan once dragged me kicking and screaming into a puppet theatre in Salzburg, it just was not me, I had the best night ever, it was a wonderful experience. We danced our way round Austria quite a few times often with requests for us to demonstrate what they called the English Waltz, the night in Vienna came right out of the blue, we shot on the floor as the leader raised his baton and did a solo, why, did they think we were part of the show? we were in best bib and tucker. As I said the place was jam packed yet when we went on the floor again it partly cleared and we got space to Viennese Waltz, glorious memories. Something similar happened in Munchen, we had been up dancing a couple of times then we got up and the floor was empty they stood around and watched, we were told later the German Waltz was staid they all did the same moves we rang the changes, the English way they called it. I think I remember it as the free drinks flowed, I do not know who held who up as we made our way to bed.
My Granddaughter 4 was here today we were out in the garden and she sang to me, every word of a pop song and all the expressions, music is for all ages.
Frank.
How lovely to hear of your dance in Vienna, and of your grand daughter, my little girl has just turned 3 , I so love it when she sings with me, we sing nursery rhymes to her 6 month old brother mainly!