An ode to walking with one’s love:
An ode to walking with one’s love:
At age 103, Elliott Carter is still composing new works of Serious Modern Music—in other words, music without a tune but with some consideration for timing and rhythm. Each player marches to a different drummer:
The individuality of tempo and rhythm can make his music difficult to perform as each player unconsciously responds physically to the different rhythms he or she hears and yet tries to preserve his or her own system intact.
You can hear clips from a concert in New York at the article.
Strains of Pachelbel’s Canon mix with Christmas lyrics.
By the Bangles:
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know
If they move too quick (o-way-oh)
They’re falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (o-way-oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay-o-way-o, ay-o-way-oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves (o-way-oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (o-way-oh)
They’re walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay-o-way-o, ay-o-way-o
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (o-way-oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They’re hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (o-way-oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (o-way-oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay-o-way-o, ay-o-way-o
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Paul Simon, musicians and chorus: Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes.