Goldberg Variations Happy Birthday, Bach? Today I found out that it may be Johann Sebastian Bach’s birthday. Find out at this link.
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Toora Loora Loora
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to one and all. It never hurts to give an extra bit of mileage to an old Gene Kelly song.
An Appropriate Musical Backdrop
‘VEHICLE’ by THE IDES OF MARCH Anyone who’a been paying so much as a speck of attention to my taste in music, or my life in general, knows all about, by now, my lifelong absolute obsession with the music of the 1960’s. Hey man, I simply couldn’t resist.~enjoy!
Happy ‘Odd Couple’ Day
Famous ‘Odd Couple’ introduction I’m on a few ‘The Odd Couple’ pages on Facebook. Here’s an example of how I take advantage of my prodigious knowledge of old pop culture.
MAJOR TROUBLE FOR CHILDREN
PLANNED PARENTHOOD AND CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE
This is a real problem of hidden child sexual abuse in our current culture. Here is an explanation of how so very much of it happens.
Good Friday
Stabat Mater~Palestrina music for the Paschal Triduum~
boogie fever
you know my name (look up my number)
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My name is Larry. Officially I’m named Lawrence, after my mother’s father, who died in late August of 1959, slightly over two weeks before I was born. Although I never got a chance to get to know my grandfather, I grew up constantly in touch with my Uncle Larry and my cousin Larry, on my father’s side. Among my father’s relatives there have even been nine Joseph’s, and a bit too much repetition of other names too. Throughout the years, in order to differentiate from among us Larry’s, I was too often referred to as Little Larry, and even Baby Larry. My niece and nephews, knowing that my full name is Lawrence, have often asked if I have ever gotten any mileage out of that variation of my name. I remind them that under official circumstances it frequently comes up, in school, work, and anywhere else that may require me to be a bit formal. Sister Miriam Therese, of the Sisters of Charity, was my fifth grade teacher at St. Gabriel’s in East Elmhurst. It was in her class that I was first reminded constantly that my name was Lawrence. She was quite strict about each student’s always being addressed and referred to by his first name. Around the time of my twelfth birthday we moved from Jackson Heights to Lindenhurst. When kids in my new schools, Copiague Junior High School, and then Our Lady of Perpetual Help, asked me what my name was, I took a chance on introducing myself as Lawrence. The Copiague kids stuck with it for around the next three years. Somehow after that it faded away entirely. In my Catholic school, though, things were a bit different. The first kid I met there was Jerry Antonacci. He asked me my name. I introduced myself as Lawrence. He then asked if he may call me Larry. I said yes and that was the end of it. Unlike certain other names, such as Anthony, David, Michael, and Peter, the name Lawrence simply doesn’t strike people as that interesting as far as always calling somebody by his full name. I see no point in ever bothering to change it. There have been times over the course of my lifetimes when it has struck me as somewhat annoying. In general, though, it’s quite nice.
