Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Thursday, April 15, 2010

links that have been making me smile lately

Malauna's Baby Bonnet Tutorial - created just for me! :) I made one to go with Rosebud's Easter outfit, and it turned out so cute. It looks like a vintage early 20th century bonnet on her--love it!

 

"Lord, I Would Follow Thee" - Susan Evans McCloud, the author of one of my favorite hymns, "Lord, I Would Follow Thee", tells how she came to write those breathtakingly beautiful words. (As a side note, I was blessed to have Newell Dayley--who wrote the music--for one of my music theory teachers at BYU, and had the privilege of hearing from him firsthand how he came to write the music. Both the text and the setting are inspired.)

 

Nursing the Phatness - this is the cutest article! Rosebud's not at this age yet, but if you've ever nursed a baby that is 6 months or older, you will crack up reading this.

 

Bald Eagle family on Live WebCam! - incredible. I just checked it again as I was copying the link, and watched a mother bald eagle feeding the two chicks in the nest! I love watching how attentive she is to their comfort.

 

M2B:) - my current favorite in the Blog Reader. Michael McLean --of whose music I was taught to be somewhat scornful (my dad, the self-described musical bigot, says if it's not classical, it's not music:)-- has begun 2010 with a "Mission To Be Happy." He writes on this blog an almost-daily account of something that made him happy that day. His posts nearly always make me laugh out loud, and always uplift me.

 

Hope you enjoy! Happy Friday!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Project 365 Rosebud - { too marvelous for words }

I'm doing great with my goal of taking pictures of Rosebud every day, but apparently I can't manage to post them regularly! So these are just some of my favorites from the past couple of weeks.

I've had this Nat King Cole song stuck in my head for days, and I sing it to her all the time :).

(Click on the player to enjoy. . . . .)


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Music Playlist at MixPod.com

 

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for words

 Day 91

 

like "glorious",

"glamorous",

and that old standby "amorous".

 

Day 105

 

You're just too wonderful. I'll never find the words

 

Day 100

 

That tell enough,

Spell enough,

I mean, they just aren't swell enough.

 

Day 101

 

You're much too "much",

And just too very "very",

To ever be in Webster's Dictionary.

 

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And so I'm borrowing

A love song from the birds

 

Day 98

 

To tell you're that your marvelous,

Too marvelous for words.

 

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Friday, May 1, 2009

I think they've got talent!

Afore-mentioned generous neighbors lent us their video camera so that you can actually HEAR these performances. Always a plus with musical numbers. :)

Each video clip is around a minute in length. Hope you enjoy!

The lighting is a little funky, but that's probably typical of cultural hall performances, eh?

 

 

Friday, April 3, 2009

Day 20 - { life with exacto, fluffy, and hummer }

note: this post has a soundtrack! Click play to hear it -- and don't turn up your speakers too loud. Unless you really like Mozart.


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Music Playlist at MixPod.com

There are three wonderful young men in my life, who bring sunshine to me every day. Here's a post about some of those warm rays. :)

 

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These guys are pretty unique. Have you ever met a household of boys that breaks out in song, singing MOZART? There's a CD we have that's just one of those cheesy Mozart collections, like "Mozart classics", or something like that. The first track is the overture to Le Nozze di Figaro and they LOVE it, especially Hummer. I'll be downstairs and suddenly hear it booming out from upstairs. Hummer says that the louder it is the more beautiful it is. He'll put the track on repeat and just sit there listening, saying reverently, "Beautiful. Beautiful."

(The only track they don't like is a soprano solo from one of the Masses. They always say, "Fast forward!" as soon as that operatic voice comes on. Rats. I was hoping they would be REALLY unusual and love opera. . . .of course, then they'd probably get beat up at school. :)

 

Last week was such a blast because Exacto and Fluffy were on Spring Break, and they had a whole week to be with Hummer and play as much as they wanted.

One of their favorite games lately is Train the Puppy. Not our resident puppy, though. Hummer is the trainer, and Exacto and Fluffy get on all fours, and the house reverberates with human barking and "NO! BAD DOG!" and "GOOD PUPPY! You did SUCH a good JOB!"

 

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Mr. Hummer has recently signed his own personal declaration of independence. Complete independence at the age of 5 is a bit premature, of course, but he won't listen when I tell him that it's just not a good idea for him to drive the car. Or jump OUT of the car and run towards Target as soon as I turn off the engine. (Yikes!)

This little Don Juan, who still kisses the hands of people who are "sweet", now refuses to accept kisses! He wipes them off, screaming, "EW!" It has turned into a game. Instead of tickling him to tease him, I kiss him. He shrieks and runs away. I do it again. He shrieks and runs away. (Just doing my part to get him ready for kindergarten. Hey, it's important! :)

One thing that amazes me though, is that Hummer is reading the Book of Mormon independently! Isn't that incredible? Often, he'll choose that for his bedtime story. He's actually working his way through 2nd Nephi right now. Awesome.

 

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Then there's my sweet Flufferoo.

He's is so tender-hearted, it just melts me. HE still loves kisses, thank goodness.

One of our special traditions when we visit Benjamin's grave is that no matter what, Fluffy runs to hold my hand as we walk. He is the one who usually stays with me while we visit (DC is usually still at church, Exacto waits in the car, and Hummer is half a mile away seeing how close he can get to the lake without falling in).

Fluffy is quite the musician already! He can play the note flashcards in less than a minute now. He's working toward his first piano recital, and has 6 songs memorized for it already.

I love going through his school papers every day, and counting up the 100%'s. (He gets a bean for each 100% paper :). He likes to draw cute little men with the 00's as eyes.

At PT conferences yesterday, his teacher praised him to the skies and made me blush by saying he was likely a genius. But then she said it's because she knows he's smart, but he's off in lala land half the time. She said--and I quote--, "Then I have to say, [Fluufffy]! Helloooo!"

Nice.

 

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Exacto is . . . .

. . . .anti-photo-taking

Nana worked her magic and got some great pictures while they were visiting. Her secret? To give a special gift to all three boys, ON CONDITION that they promise to co-operate for pictures. Fluffy and Hummer don't mind pictures. But it took Exacto a while to decide to agree to this. And yes, he kept his promise. He's pretty awesome that way.

. . . .iPod-sharing

Remember that iPod nano he got for Christmas? I was a bit concerned at first that he would soon have those earbuds permanently in his ears, and we'd have to wrangle out some rules to keep things peaceful. I shouldn't have worried. This almost-11-year-old big brother lets BOTH his little brothers use his iPod almost every time they ask! He knows how much I would love to have one, and so he's suggested several times that I use it while he's at school.

He bought the sweetest little speakers for it, and at night when they were all in bed (and before the batteries on the speakers died), they would listen to stories he downloaded. He'd put it in the middle of H's and F's bedroom floor and turn it way up so they all can hear. He is so the big brother I wished for when I was growing up. :)

. . . .district-chess-tournament-going

Today was the day. My Exacto went to the district level in 3rd grade, too, but not 4th grade, and now, this was his last chance to do the tournament. Hummer and I went to watch. He took one out of the three games. Of course, he was a bit disappointed, but I was amazed at what a good sport he was.

And then there was an impromptu fourth game, which only lasted a few minutes. Look at Hummer's face, and you'll see why I say Exacto wins, hands down! :)

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100 days of gratitude tag

 

 

"Verily I say unto you my friends, fear not,

let your hearts be comforted;

yea, rejoice evermore,

and in everything give thanks."

Doctrine & Covenants 98:1

 

 

 

 

life with e, f, h post

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Pioneer Lullaby


I've had this song running through my head for the past few days. I first heard it when Clayne Robison sang it at BYU. The last verse is especially beautiful to me.


Pioneer Lullaby
Low, lie low, my dear little one,
Under the starlight, under the sun.
Under the bluebells, under the grass.
Low,—lie low as the solemn wheels pass.

Yesterday, yesterday two little feet
Danced on their way, and the summer was sweet.
Faith whispers soft as I bid you goodnight.
My angel walks through a garden of light.

Blessed, oh blessed the day of our Lord,
Blessed the dead—who
rise at his word,
Blessed the angels who swing wide the door.
Blessed the time when I hold you once more.
Blessed the time when I hold you once more.

Monday, December 10, 2007

The Bright and Morning Star

We have our Christmas tree up now. It was wonderful to decorate it together for Family Home Evening last Monday.


I had so looked forward to cuddling a newborn son as we celebrate Christmas this year. To hold him while pondering the birth of our precious Savior would have been so delightful. But I almost wonder if the grief that fills my heart this year makes Christmas even more meaningful and gives it a deeper joy.




The words of a song that Mandy sent me fit my feelings right now perfectly:

Green leaves are fallen, withered and dry;
Brief sunset fading, dim winter sky;
Lengthening shadows, dark closing in;
Then through the stillness, carols begin.

O fallen world, to you is the song!
Death holds you fast, and night tarries long.
Jesus is born, your curse to destroy;
Sweet to your ears, a carol of joy!

Pale moon ascending, solemn and slow;
Cold, barren hillside, shrouded in snow;
Deep empty valley, veiled by the night:
Hear angel music, hopeful and bright.

O fearful world, to you is the song!
Peace with your God, and pardon for wrong.
Tidings for sinners, burdened and bound,
Carol of joy, a Savior is found!

Earth wrapped in sorrow, lift up your eyes!
Thrill to the chorus filling the skies.
Look up, sad-hearted! Witness God's love;
Join in the carol swelling above!

O friendless world, to you is the song!
All heaven's joy to you may belong!
You who are lonely, laden, forlorn:(O fallen, O fearful world, O friendless
world, to you . . .)
Now unto you, (Carol of joy, now unto you . . .) a Savior is
born!

--Text by Eileen Berry--Music by Dan Forrest, b. 1978

How grateful I am for "the bright and morning star," our precious Savior (Revelation 22:16)! I can't wait to hold my sweet baby again!

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Beginning to heal

Today was my first day back at church in our home ward. I was really afraid to come back, but it was wonderful. Our ward family was so tender and loving. I thought Primary would be especially hard, but it was actually very comforting. Children are so wonderful--they are not afraid to say how they feel. One said, "I cried when I found out that your baby died." It made me feel so much better. And so many hugs! Long, firm hugs! My sisters in the gospel truly feel like my sisters. It has never been so real to me before how literally we can be encircled by love through our brothers and sisters in the kingdom of God!

I can see now that even though it was very hard to face returning to my calling, that it is exactly what I need right now. To serve others and be served brings me closer to the Savior, and that brings sweet, blessed comfort! I have been praying and studying the scriptures desperately, but through fasting today and returning to service in the kingdom I am finally beginning to feel a little bit better.

I love the words of the hymn "Come, Ye Disconsolate".
Come, ye disconsolate where-e'er ye languish.
Come to the mercy seat. Fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts.
Here tell your anguish.
Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal.

Here see the bread of life. See waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God pure from above.
Come to the feast of love.
Come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heav'n can remove.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Sweet Noodle Video

At last, we have captured the Silly Lullaby on camera! He did change a few of the words, and got a little bit silly during filming (there's a big surprise, eh?). :) But here it is -- enjoy!


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Race for the Sky

Recently DC played on a faculty recital at nearby university. The piece he played for was "Race for the Sky" a four-movement work for soprano, violin and piano written in memory of the tragedy of Sept. 11, 2001.

It was a somber, moving piece. The poetry for the different movements is from various New Yorkers who expressed their emotions poignantly and sometimes anonymously in the days following the tragedy. I will include here links to the last 2 movements, as performed by G. Secrest, soprano, D. Cutie, violin, and C. Fuller, piano. Below is the text for the last movement.
Click here to listen to DC's solo, the third movement.



don't look for me anymore (Alicia Vasquez)
don't look for me anymore
it's late and you are tired
your feet ache standing atop the ruins of our twins
day after day searching for a trace of me
your eyes are burning red
your hands cut bleeding sifting through rock
it's my turn, I'm worried about you
watching as you sift through the ruins of what was
day after day in the soot and the rain
I ache in knowing you suffer my death
don't look for me anymore
hold my children as I would
hold my sisters, hold my brothers
hold my children for me
since I can't bring them up with the same
love you gave me
and I'll rest assured
you're watching my children
don't look for me anymore
go home and rest. . .

Polyphonic Marriage


In the little kingdom of a family, each spouse freely gives something the other does not have and without which neither can be complete and return to God’s presence. Spouses are not a soloist with an accompanist, nor are they two solos. They are the interdependent parts of a duet, singing together in harmony at a level where no solo can go.

– Bruce C. Hafen and Marie K. Hafen, “Crossing Thresholds and Becoming Equal Partners,” Ensign, August 2007, page 28
My mom sent me this quote, and I love it! It reminds me of a autobiographical book that Madeleine L'Engle wrote about her marriage, called "Two-Part Invention." Marriage is polyphonic music, where each part 'sounds good' by itself, but put together, is a work of art!

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Go to Sleep, Sweet Noodle

One of Hummer's favorite songs right now is "Silly Lullaby", from Philadelphia Chickens by Sandra Boynton. It's SO cute to hear him sing it! (Hopefully I can borrow a digital video camera and capture that to post on here!) But for now, here's a picture and the words:

Go to sleep, my zoodle,
my fibblety-fitsy foo.
Go to sleep, sweet noodle.
It's time to say, "Ah-choo."

The chickens in the bathtub,
the closet full of sheep,
the sneakers in the freezer,
are all drifting off to sleep.

Go to sleep, my zoodle,
my fibblety-fitsy foo.
Go to sleep, sweet noodle.
The owl is whispering, "Moo."