DAD WEEK! Worldly Wednesday: “Que Sera Sera,” Hermes House Band

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Doris Day premiered Que Sera Sera in a scene from the Hitchcock movie The Man Who Knew Too Much Everyone knows this song because nearly everyone covered it. If you somehow missed it (the song I mean, although the movie is terrific), check it out. We’ll wait for you:

Doris Day made this her theme song, and nearly everyone knows it because nearly every singer has covered it. But none with more energy or brio than this techno version by the German Hermes House Band.

Que Sera does not convey an especially deep song and it probably will not hold up to intensive scrutiny. But two things to keep in mind:

In the movie Doris Day sings this song to her young son, a moment of optimistic 50’s domestic tranquility before the murderous events that her movie husband (James Stewart) inadvertently wades into. The casting of screen darlings Day and Stewart assured movie-goers that all would yet be well after the mayhem stared. And of course so it was. But Que Sera Sera perfectly established the mood of Eisenhower-era stability that Hitchcock so gleefully exploded with a plot involving assassination and geo-politics.

This German cover, on the other hand, seems to give voice to an utterly different conflict: between the always-improving life that “American exceptionalism” is supposed to provide and the everyday reality we experience circa 2000. Comparisons to The Decameron may be too strong. But this video (and the wonderful “staged” version, also by Hermes House Band; if you have a laptop look for it on youtube) sets the original affect of the 1956 version on its head: where Doris Day assured her young daughter that “what will be will be” was a expression of hope and assurance, her grandchildren seem (to me anyway) to interpret it as a last chance to party before the pink slip makes their student loan unpayable.

I freely admit that Hermes House Band, while German, doesn’t quite meet the Yankette’s standard for a proper Worldly Wednesday audio experience. No doubt when she returns from where she’s hiding out this week she’ll post a version played by Bedouins on the ud. But American’s most important export these days is probably “culture,” especially film and music. So at the tail end of “America’s Century” I’m calling a version of an American song performed by non-Americans “worldly.” There, I said it. Sue me.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled program…

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Hi, Tune-Up fans.  Yankette here.

As you’ve no doubt ascertained by now, I’m going on vacation.  I’m going on vacation imminently.  I’m going on vacation….tomorrow.  

small-victories_flashIn order to fully embrace being on vacation, I don’t plan on using any electronic devices.  I’m turning my phone off.  I’m putting an away message on my work email AND my personal email.  I don’t want anything to remind me of the world if I can help it.

But I can’t leave you all in the lurch!  Talk about bad form.  So I have enlisted the help of someone who’s knowledge of music and ability to talk about it far surpasses my own.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…my father.

I have a number of guest contributors lined up so this will be the first of many such times you’ll get to hear from other music lovers like yourself.  I hope you’ll give Daddy-o a warm welcome, as warm as a bunch of strangers from around the world can give over the Internet.  …Right.

 

 

Termagant Tuesday: “Go Daddy-O,” Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

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July 22nd.  Blessed day that the Lord hath made.  A day that will live in infamy.  (“Get to the point.”  Oh.  Right.  Sorry.)  Today is my last day in the office before I go on vacation.  I’m sure you’re all beside yourselves with happiness – not because you’re nice people, which you probably are, but because you’re thinking, “God almighty, when will she shut up about vacation already?”  Well, the time is now, Tune-Up fans.  The time.  Is.  Now.

BUT.

There is another reason today should be marked in your daily planner.  Today is the anniversary of the birth the greatest sporter of Dockers, boat shoes, and t-shirts that say “WORDS on a SHIRT” (Snacks on a Plane jokes, anyone?) there ever was.  My esteemed father.  E.F. is currently swanning around abroad, sending risible emails filled with observations about the oddities of Renaissance Italian art and how beer significantly improves one’s experience at the opera.  So please, raise your glasses in salute of world traveler extraordinare, the Frenchman in shorts, and greatest father of all time – my Dad.  Go, Daddy-O!

Modernism Monday: “Over Yet Blues,” Brian Wright

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I saw Brian Wright live in DC a few months ago and he was incredibly awesome.  I recommend picking up everything he’s done so far.  This particular track is my favorite one of one of his most recently albums, “Rattle Their Chains.”

Okay enough about Brian Wright.  Two more days until I’m on vacation…just two…more…days…

Sacred Sunday: “Credo,” Arvo Pärt

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Very rarely, I have the presence of mind to a) note a tough time when it’s happening, b) actually believe that everything will be fine, and then c) get through the tough time to the other side and line up those feelings side by side and rejoice that I did, indeed, make it through.  I’m in one of those moods today.  It got a little fruity over here, I won’t lie.  But the storm is passing.  The Credo, or Creed, comes to mind, and one of my very favorite settings is this one, from Pärt’s “Te Deum.”

WE BELIEVE in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father.
Through him all things were made.

For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven:
by the power of the Holy Spirit
he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,
and was made man.

For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.

He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come.

Amen.

Salubrious Saturday : “Tetris Ska,” The Melting Pot

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I am sitting here watching Señor Boyfriend trying to pack his suitcase for our upcoming vacation. His meticulousness reminded me of how the little blocks fit into each other in Tetris. (He is now telling me that it reminded him of Tetris and that I laughed. Yeah, yeah, okay, fine, true.) So we just had to hear the Tetris theme song. But why listen to the original 8-bit version when you can listed to a ska version? I mean, what? No conversation necessary.

Fortitude Friday: “Heart Sutra” Lama Tashi

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Yesterday was a horrific and brutal day for our fellow humans.  It feels necessary and appropriate to face it, mark it, and let it go.  For help with tasks like this, I turn to Tibetan school of Buddhism.

This chant is 1400 years old.  So much has happened over the course of these 1400 years.  So much will happen over the next 1400.  The relentlessness of time edges meaning and reason aside while putting all weight on the present moment.  I wish there were a way to live multiple present moments, each with its own emotional resonance, to help us process the enormity of events like the ones that happened in Gaza, Ukraine, Tripoli, and Kabul.

But there isn’t.  The fact that there isn’t, the fact that there isn’t an easier way to deal with blinding tragedy, tells us something.  We are not built to withstand such pain.  We aren’t cliffs that remain upright against the pounding of the sea, day after day, for millennia.  We’re built to experience and then to be changed by that experience.  We collapse.  We crumble.  We go under, sucked out by the rip-tide, and wash up somewhere else.  We are built for constant, painful evolution in this one version of the present moment we are given.  And the central part of evolution is that, in changing, we let go of what made us change.

My heart breaks for the families of those killed on flight MH17, for trapped non-combatants in Gaza, Israel, Tripoli, and Kabul.  There is nothing I can say.

Gate gate, pāragate, pārasaṃgate, bodhi swāhā

Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond, O what an awakening, all hail!

 

 

Throwback Thursday: “Tant Que Vivray,” Claudin de Sermisy

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It’s Eduardo Antonello again!  Yay!  You might remember his Praetorious recording from a few Throwback Thursdays ago.  “Tant Que Vivray” is one of my most favorite French Renaissance pieces.    It’s just charming.

That's the chap.

That’s the chap.

de Sermisy wrote this piece in the 1520, during the reign of Francis I.  Francis was a serious patron of the arts (he acquired the Mona Lisa) and of scholarship, who apparently standardized the French language.  de Sermisy joined the court of Francis in 1515 and became assistant chapel master in 1533.  In an odd sort of way, we are listening to the same music heard by the (quite expired) king of France.  Wowie zowie.

Worldly Wednesday: “Le Hogon,” Malian Musicians and Damon Albarn

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Ahhh!  This song makes me so happy.  It sounds like kids running through sprinklers on a hot summer afternoon.  It’s a song that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.  It also reminds me that I’ll be on vacation a week from today, and it’s been an age since I’ve been able to say that.  I am grateful and lucky I can say it at all.

Termagant Tuesday: “La Paloma Azul,” Dave Brubeck

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In a number of months, after the weather turns cold again and the darkness of winter is creeping closer and closer, I’m going to thatched-roof, one-room hut on the beach, at the southernmost tip of Baja California in Mexico.  My thatched-roof, one-room hut is in the absolute middle of nowhere.  I will wake up, open the screen door, step out onto the beach, and walk down to the ocean for a swim.  Then I might read in the shade.  I might nap.  I might take a walk.  I might have a beer in the evening.  That’s all there is to do, and I will do this for an entire week.  Until that week starts, I will listen to this song and imagine myself there.

 

Hola, Baja.

Hola, Baja.