Country music for Father's Day

Tomorrow is Father's Day here in the States.  I don't know where you are but this is what's Top Of Mind here.

From a musical perspective only Country Music really speaks to this.  But it speaks in different voices as your kids grow up.  Yeah, Country music takes you on that journey.

Three chords and the Truth. 

When they're young

This is the easiest time for fathers.  Trace Adkins sang about this better than anyone.  I posted about this a long, long time ago.  Reader Mark left a comment there:

The other day my oldest son, who is a freshman at UND (North Dakota, not that other 'ND') asked me if I remembered taking him, and a couple of his friends to Pizza Hut for lunch one day. He remembered it like it was yesterday. I lied to him. I told him I did, and I feel terrible about it.

Folks, it's not what we recall, it's what our kids do.

 

Amen, and amen.

The Queen Of The World likes this one.  I think it reminds her of the time her Daddy took her fishing and she won the tournament.

When they grow up

Yeah it sucks, but kids grow up, and have to find their place in the world.  Sometimes that means pushing back against The Man. As I posted at the time:

For years, Dad and I wouldn't talk.  I had a lot of anger in me then, and it came out in strange ways.  Bad ways.  Sorry, I won't talk about what happened with #1 Son, but that he came out right side up didn't have much to do with me.

This Father's Day weekend, I think on both of those.

Growing up, I knew that my Dad was a great father.  He set an example: he was a fine provider, although we didn't grow up with a lot.  Not wealthy, not weepin'.  He was someone who I could look up to, never doubting for an instant that we were everything to him.  He adored Mom.  And so it was a terrible shock to find out, in my forties, that he was made of flesh and blood.  For a while, I couldn't forgive him for that.

I like to think of myself as a smart guy, and I must confess that it's very nice indeed when someone refers to me as a "wickid smaht bahstid".  But I sure was an idiot when it mattered.  Like Dad, I found - perhaps for the first time - that I, too, was mere flesh and blood.  Full of Foolish Pride, and driving myself into a ditch.

I'll swallow my pride if you will. 

That post is worth reading. 

Sometimes they don't come back

We ask a lot of our sons.  Some times we we ask them to to go to far away places.  Sometimes they don't come back.

Reflections on Father's Day

I remember this being hard to write.  It's hard to read now.

What I remember the most about being a father is is this:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

- Kalil Gibran, The Prophet

 So let it be written.  So let it be done.

Radney Foster - Angel Flight (Radio Tower Remix)

This weekend is Memorial Day, the traditional BBQ kickoff to summer.  But on these shores, it's the day to remember the fallen from past - and current - wars.  The day was originally called Decoration Day, the date was at the very beginning of summer so that wild flowers would be available everywhere for families to decorate the graves of their fallen loved ones.

Many had no graves to decorate, as their loved one had an anonymous foreign grave for their final rest.  Today the Texas Air National Guard (and others) bring the fallen home on "Angel Flights".  This weekend, remember them.  Both the quick and the dead.

Turlough O'Carolan - various Irish tunes

Top o' the morning to you, and happy St. Patrick's Day (almost).  This is my traditional Paddy's Day post, mostly because I love the music here.

What is the "Classical Music" of Ireland? It's not (Italian) Opera, or (German) symphonies, or even an (English) homage to Ralph Vaughan Williams (who studied under an Irish music professor) "countryside music" in the concert hall. Instead, we find something ancient. 

We find something that easily might not have been.  Turlough O'Carolan (1670 – 25 March 1738) was the son of a blacksmith.  His father took a job for the MacDermot Roe family; Mrs. MacDermot Roe gave the young lad some basic schooling and saw in him a talent for poetry; when a few years later the 18 year old Turlough went blind after a bout of smallpox, she had him apprenticed to a harpist.  He soon was travelling the land, composing and singing.

This tradition was already ancient by the early 1700s.  it was undeniably Celtic, dating back through the Middle Ages, through the Dark Ages, through Roman times to a barbarous Gaul.  There bards travelled the lands playing for their supper on the harp.

This was O'Carolan's stock in trade.  He rapidly became the most famous singer in the Emerald Isle.  It is said that weddings and funerals were delayed until he was in the vicinity.  One of his most famous compositions - if you have spent any time at all listening to Irish music, you know this tune - was considered too "new fangled" by the other harpists of his day.  Fortunately, he didn't listen to their criticisms.

 

He married very late, at 50, and had many children.  But his first love was Brigid, daughter of the Schoolmaster at a school for the blind.  He always seemed to have carried a torch for her.

 

So why is this post in the normal slot reserved for Classical Music?  Listen to this composition of his, and you see the bridge from the archaic Celts to Baroque harpsichord.

 

And keep in mind how this brilliance might never have blazed, had Mrs. MacDermot Roe not seen the talent in a blind Irish boy and set him upon a path trod by many equally unexpected geniuses, all the way back to St. Patrick.  It is truly said that we never know what our own path will be until we set our foot down on it.

But his was an ancient path and he inherited much from those who trod it before him.  His "Farewell to Music" is said to be more in the traditional mold, and might have been appreciated at a feast held by Vercingetorix before the battle of Alesia.

This music is a bridge between modern and the ancient that disappears into the mists of legend.  Perhaps more importantly, it is a music that is still alive today, after a run of perhaps two and a half millennia.  

And it is a music where you still hear the yearning of a young blind man for his muse, Brigid.  That is a vitality that should not be exiled to a single day of celebration, even if it is for as illustrious a Saint as Patrick.  On this Feast Day of St. Patrick (almost), remember just how deep the roots of our civilization run.

(Originally posted March 16, 2014)

Johnny Horton - Battle Of New Orleans

We are fresh off of President's Day, and this is one of the few country songs that name-checks a President. 

President's Day - Best and Worst Presidents

I've posted this each President's Day for quite some time but have found no reason to adjust the rankings.

It's not a real President's birthday (Lincoln's was the 12th, Washington's is the 22nd), but everyone wants a day off, so sorry Abe and George, but we're taking it today.  But in the spirit intended for the holiday, let me offer up Borepatch's bestest and worstest lists for Presidents.

Top Five:

#5: Calvin Coolidge

Nothing To Report is a fine epitaph for a President, in this day of unbridled expansion of Leviathan.

#4. Thomas Jefferson.

Jefferson is perhaps the last (and first) President who exercised extra-Constitutional power in a manner that was unambiguously beneficial for the Republic (the Louisiana Purchase).  He repealed Adam's noxious Alien and Sedition Acts and pardoned those convicted under them.

#3. Grover Cleveland. 

He didn't like the pomp and circumstance of the office, and he hated the payoffs so common then and now.  He was so famously incorruptable that he continually vetoed pork spending (including for veterans of the War Between the States), so much so that he was defeated for re-election, but unusually won a second term later.  This quote is priceless (would that Latter Day Presidents rise so high), on vetoing a farm relief bill: "Federal aid in such cases encourages the expectation of paternal care on the part of the Government and weakens the sturdiness of our national character."  I highly recommend his biography Man Of Iron.

#2. Ronald Reagan

He at least tried to slow down the growth of Leviathan, the first President to do so in over half a century (see entry #5, above).  He would have reduced it further, except that his opposition to the Soviet fascist state and determination to end it cost boatloads of cash.  It also caused outrage among the home grown fascists in the Media and Universities, but was wildly popular among the general population which was (and hopefully still remains) sane.

#1. George Washington

Could have been King.  Wasn't.  Q.E.D. 

Bottom Five:

#5. John Adams.

There's no way to read the Alien and Sedition Acts as anything other than a blatant violation of the First Amendment.  It's a sad statement that the first violation of a Presidential Oath of Office was with President #2. 

#4. Woodrow Wilson.

Not only did he revive the spirit of Adams' Sedition Acts, he caused a Presidential opponent to be imprisoned under the terms of his grotesque Sedition Act of 1918.  He was Progressivism incarnate: he lied us into war, he jailed the anti-war opposition, he instituted a draft, re-instituted segregation in the Civil Service, and he was entirely soft-headed when it came to foreign policy.  The fact that Progressives love him (and hate George W. Bush) says all you need to know about them.

#3 Lyndon Johnson.

An able legislator who was able to get bills passed without having any real idea what they would do once enacted, he is responsible for more Americans living in poverty and despair than any occupant of the White House, and that says a lot.

#2. Franklin Roosevelt.

America's Mussolini - ruling extra-Constitutionally fixing wages and prices, packing the Supreme Court, and transforming the country into a bunch of takers who would sell their votes for a trifle.  He also rounded up a bunch of Americans and sent them to Concentration Camps.  But they were nice Concentration Camps - well, we're told that by his admirers.  At least Mussolini met an honorable end.


#1. Abraham Lincoln.

There's no doubt that the Constitution never would have been ratified if the States hadn't thought they could leave if they needed to.  Lincoln saw to it that 5% of the military-age male population was killed or wounded preventing that in an extra-Constitutional debacle unequaled in the Republic's history.  Along the way, he suspended Habeas Corpus, instituted the first ever draft on these shores, and jailed political opponents as he saw fit.  Needless to say, Progressives adore him.

So happy President's Day.  Thankfully, the recent occupants of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue haven't gotten this bad.  Yet. 

A Libertarian Valentine's Day

LOL.

LOLOLOLOL. 

Face Vocal Band - The Parting Glass

Adieu, 2025.  This is a fine, traditional song for departing guests.

Here's wishing you a very happy 2026.

JS BACH - Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring

Merry Christmas, everybody.

 

The Christmas Truce, World War II version

I had never heard this story, but it's true.  US and German soldiers lost in the Battle Of The Bulge had Christmas dinner together rather than killing each other, all due to a good German Hausfrau who had had enough of war on Christmas.  You have to jump ahead to around 6:30 for the story - before that, it's mincemeat pie recipe from the WWII US Army Field Cookbook (which also seems pretty interesting). 

And while it's not (quite) Christmas yet, Hans Gruber is fixin' to fall off of Nakatomi Plaza.

All I want for Christmas

James emails this bit of awesome:

 

Dad Joke CCCLXV

What do you call someone who is afraid of Santa Claus?

A Klaus-trophobe. 

Happy Thanksgiving

May your turkey be safely confined in your oven ... 

Aaron Copeland - Appalachian Spring

This week is Thanksgiving* and so calls for what is perhaps the most American of all classical music, Aaron Copeland's Appalachian Spring.  Most of the composers we see here on Sunday Classical were child prodigies, going to the Paris Conservatoire before they were 12 years old or such.  Not so with Copeland, who was a distinctly American self-made-man story.

His family wasn't musical, and when he was young you would have thought that his older brother was the only musical talent in the family.  He got his first piano lessons from his older sister, who he was very close to - but that only took him so far.  And so he signed up for a Music Correspondence Course and got lucky.  His teacher was a no-nonsense German who schooled him in Romantic era composers.  As he said later in life, "This was a stroke of luck for me. I was spared the floundering that so many musicians have suffered through incompetent teaching."

What stuck ended up making him hugely popular with general audiences in the USA.  His Fanfare For The Common Man is perhaps his most recognizable work.  Artistically, you can compare this with Norman Rockwell's famous Freedom Of Speech painting:

Artistically, you can pair Appalachian Spring with Rockwell's Freedom From Want painting.  You cannot find a more iconic portrait of Thanksgiving than this:

Of course the "Serious" Art Establishment hated both Rockwell and Copeland.  Audiences didn't care, since both artists captured the essence of America itself.  And so spend some time with this music which is accompanied with a lovely series of photographs of the Appalachian Mountains.  They too, capture the essence of America itself.

*Offer void in Canada. 

A view into Old America and thoughts on Veteran's Day

It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.
It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who gives the protester the right he abuses to burn the flag.

― Father Dennis O'Brien, USMC 

Today is Veteran's Day in the United States, a day where we recognize what veterans have done for this nation, and for the world.  In other countries it's a day of sadness, reflecting on the loss of those young men and women who served in Flander's Fields and other places.  Here, we we reflect on this on Memorial Day in May - originally called Decoration Day after the War Between The States, and chosen in May because there were flowers in bloom everywhere, suitable for decorating the graves of the loved and lost.

But today we recognize the accomplishments of veterans, living and dead.  This video popped up in my video feed, and while at times sounding a bit propogandistic, it seems to me to be (as the Mythbusters used to say), plausible.

How Americans introduced WWII German POWs to Thanksgiving dinner. 

I say plausible because while I haven't verified any of the claims in the video, I've posted before about LTC Gail Halvorsen:

He was a kid who liked to fly, joining the Civil Air Patrol in 1942 and then the brand new US Air Force when he was old enough to sign up.  He missed World War II because of his age but found himself in the left hand seat of a C-54 in Germany, 1948.  That's when Stalin cut Berlin off from the Free World and the Berlin Airlift started.

[Then] Lt. Halvorsen was at Tempelhof Airport one day when he saw some kids standing on the other side of a chain link fence.  They told him not to worry if the weather was bad and he couldn't bring in food.  You see, they said, they could live on very little food but if they lost their freedom they thought they would never get it back.  Smart kids.

Halvorsen wanted to do something for them and told them that he'd drop some gum from his plane.  They'd know it was him because he'd wiggle his wings.  He and his co-pilot pooled their candy rations for the next day's flight.  Because it was heavy, they made little parachutes out of handkerchiefs.

...

They called him the "Candy Bomber" and when the word got to the Press it became a sensation back in the States.  School children and candy manufacturers donated candy for the children of Berlin.  In just a few months Lt. Halvorsen couldn't keep up with all the candy and handkerchief parachutes that were arriving in the mail.  Pretty much everyone in his unit was now a Rosienbomber (as the German kids called them - "Raisin Bomber".  Halvorsen himself was known as "Uncle Wiggly Wings" because of his signal that he was about to drop sweets.

Operation "Little Vittles" dropped 23 tons of candy in a quarter million handkerchief parachute loads.  Halvorsen was awarded the Großes Bundesverdienstkreuz, Germany's highest award.

Like I said, plausible.  American veterans came from the pool of American citizians, and pretty much returned to that pool of Americaness.  One of the seldom considered accomplishments of the Greatest Generation was not just that they won the war, but that they won the peace afterwords.  At least with Western Europe, although post-1992 it seems like Eastern Europe as well.

They did it because they were Americans.  Yes, they could afford to be generous to the defeated, but they did it more or less unconsciously because that was who they were.  In my mind, this was the greatest hour of American veterans, and the Americans who stood behind them. 

And so while this is a day of sadness overseas, let me be the first to wish you a happy Veteran's Day.  Thanks to all who served, including Grandpa, Dad, Uncle Dick, nephew Daniel, The Queen Of The World's son, our Son-In-Law (just retiring from the Navy), and last but by no means least our very own ASM826. The citizens - of whom you were once part and to which you returned - are proud indeed that of the members of its own Armed Forces.

G'mar tov

The Day of Atonement is a day for reflection.  This is good for all of us, Tribe or not. 

To our Jewish readers, Shanna tovah. 

Happy Hobbit Day!

Why yes - I am a nerd.  Why did you ask? 

Dad Joke CCCLVIIII

Why aren't any boys born on Labor Day?

There's no male delivery. 

Charles Ives - Variations on "America"

When Ives composed this in the 1890s (at age 17!), there was no official national anthem.  "My Country Tis Of Thee" was generally recognized as the de facto anthem, and Ives used it as a basis for this when he wrote it for an Independence Day celebration.

He was organist at his church, and his father didn't let him play it often since it made some of the kids there laugh.  It's a fun piece for a long Independence Day weekend. 

Music for Father's Day

Country Music has all sorts of songs that connect with every day situations, so it's no surprise that there's a great selection for Father's Day. 

This one brings back memories of #2 Son and his best friend, fishing for harbor pollock using scallops as bait.  The Queen Of The World remembers her Dad entering her in a fishing tournament and taking her.  She won, but I expect he thought he did, too. 

The little girl in Trace's video is his daughter. 

And The Queen Of The World suggested this one, which is perfect for the day.  She's not just a pretty face, but wicked smart, too.  If this video doesn't make you smile than we just can't be friends anymore.  

The girls in Jackson's video are his daughters.  Like they say, three chords and the truth.

Happy Father's Day, y'all.

Memorial Day