Happy Birthday

To all good people
born on December 21

By Moristotle

[Originally published on December 21, 2019.]

Because today is the birthday of my son, Contributing Editor Geoffrey Dean, I would like to dedicate today’s [re]publication of poet Bob Boldt’s “Caruso in Honduras” to him and to all other good people born on this date, in whatever year.
    Honored individuals (and everyone else, good or bad): don’t deprive yourselves of the joy of reading Bob’s poem and watching and, especially, listening to his video performance and the video performances of Luciano Pavarotti & Lucio Dalla and Andrea Giuffredi.

From the Alwinac: Happy 166th Birthday, Alwin Schroeder!

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[The Alwinac blog is part of the schroeder170 project^*, honoring the life and musical career of cellist Alwin Schroeder (1855-1928) and exploring the history of cello playing in the US.]


On June 15, 1855, Alwin Schroeder was born in Neuhaldensleben, Germany, into “an atmosphere intensely musical.” He followed his father and brothers into music, then ventured further than any of them when he came to the US 130 years ago.
    1891 was an “intensely musical” year in the United States. Tchaikovsky was in New York for the opening of Carnegie Hall, and Dvorak had accepted a new job at the National Conservatory in the same city. Pianists Paderewski were taking the country by storm on their first US tours, and several leading vocalists of American birth had just returned triumphantly from Europe. Among the Leipzig musicians recruited that year for the competing orchestras of New York and Boston were violinist Adolphe Brodsky (as concertmaster of the New York Symphony Society) and cellist Alwin Schroeder (as principal cellist of the Boston Symphony Orchestra).

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* Note from Geoffrey Dean: The schroeder170 project celebrates the 170^th anniversary of the birth of German-American cellist Alwin Schroeder. Based on my research into his life and musical career, the project is inspired by Schroeder’s “170 Foundation Studies for Violoncello,” a famous compilation known affectionately as “The Schroeder Etudes.”

Copyright © 2021 by Geoffrey Dean

Happy Birthday

To all good people
born on December 21

By Moristotle

Because today is the birthday of my son, Contributing Editor Geoffrey Dean, I would like to dedicate today’s publication of poet Bob Boldt’s “Caruso in Honduras” to him and to all other good people born on this date, in whatever year.
    Honored individuals (and everyone else, good or bad): don’t deprive yourselves of the joy of reading Bob’s poem and watching and, especially, of listening to his video performance and the video performances of Luciano Pavarotti & Lucio Dalla and Andrea Giuffredi.

Goines On: Ho, ho, I’m so jolly

By Moristotle

“Ho, ho, I’m so jolly,” Goines recited under his breath. “Ho, ho, I’m so jolly.” He had woken up with some determination he wouldn’t be depressed today. Not on his birthday. “Ho, ho, I’m so jolly.”

Forty-Five [plus Six] Years Ago Today: Happy Birthday!

By Moristotle

[Originally published on December 21, 2012, as part of that year’s regularly scheduled Fish for Friday column.]






Limerick of the Week

Forty-five [plus six] years ago today, my son
Was born; I’d passed [along] some genes, Nature’d won,
    Life [it] would proceed,
    Nature [would] succeed....
Happy birthday to [you], my son, have fun!

Copyright © 2012, 2018 by Moristotle

Thunder Down Under: Sophie & Amelia’s birthday party

Colors of a rainbow

By Vic Midyett

Last weekend, Sophie & Amelia, the two girls next door who were featured in a painting by Shirley a couple of months ago, celebrated their 3^rd & 6^th birthdays, respectively. (Their birth dates are close.)
    Their mom made all the eats, including the multi-layered sponge cake and the white-chocolate unicorn.

Happy Birthday

By Moristotle

Greetings to everyone whose birthday is today, particularly to my wife. We celebrated at home, where the weather was perfect for lunching on the back porch, with Siegfried, whose bowl we move to his (lower) table before we sit down to eat.

Happy my birthday!

A BEATLES birthday song:

Thanks, Geoff, for the fabulous idea!

And thanks especially for your own blog post today!