White Soul Music

If you don’t know what the above title refers to, then you obviously weren’t with New Wife and me as we attended a concert of sacred a capella music at the Anglican Church of the Incarnation in Dallas:

…featuring Cambridge University’s incomparable Trinity College Choir.

Some Renaissance composers kicked it off, then a short pipe organ interlude to allow the lads and lassies of the choir a chance to rest their voices and catch their breath, then some “living” composers (none of whom I knew, but whose offerings did not suck), another organ interlude followed by a couple of earlier (dead) composers such as Thomas Tallis, and after one more organic interlude came J.S. Bach’s Komm Jesu, and finally the exquisite Nunc Dimittis of Gustav Holst.

While it was of course choral music, we couldn’t help but hear the leading soprano, who had a voice best described as “operatic”, and the leading male tenor, who with his perfect pitch kept the choir in tune throughout the entire concert.

All White man’s music, performed brilliantly by White teenage kids to an appreciative (and mostly) White audience.  And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

As New Wife puts it:  “Food for the soul”, and indeed it was.  We came away well fed, and contented.

Somebody To Love [sic]

Longtime Reader John S. sends me this delightful compilation.  I feel that I may have posted a couple of the links before, but can one have enough of young Sydney?  I think not.  So go ahead and enjoy.

I am in complete agreement with you regarding your post on Sydney.  But if one needed some more reasons to really like her, these might do as starters.  There’s more to the girl than meets the eye.
See her having fun taking laps in a Nascar racer at Charlotte Motor Speedway.
She did hands-on wrenching during restorations of her 1965 Mustang and 1969 Bronoco, shown at Syd’s Garage.
There’s much more, but I suspect that this one will make your heart flutter.
The girl knows how to enjoy life, as should we all.
Amen, Brother John.

Different Kind Of Island

Following on from yesterday’s post about that island off Miami, here’s an alternative:

As a former city boy, I have to say that I wouldn’t be averse to this kind of setup — just not in NYfC.  The thought of restaurants and stores being just an elevator ride away… yeah, I could do it.

And as for the inevitable “privacy” complaints:  acceptance of its loss is just part of the compromise one makes when deciding to live downtown.

Getaway

Okay, I could do this, following an appropriately-sized   major crime  lottery win:

First improvement I’d make:  a clay pigeon station (on the ocean side, away from prying eyes behind binoculars).  Second:  hang some steel plates between the dock pilings, for some .22 plinking.

Third:  some kind of seagoing vessel (screw that helicopter foolishness), for both commuting and fishing purposes:

…and lastly, a Barrett M82A1 rifle, to repel any prospective intruders from distance:

I have the shorter-range issue well covered, as you may imagine.

Feel free to add your suggestions in Comments.

Quote Of The Day

From Reader Mike S., about Granny Salma Hayek:

“I wouldn’t sell my soul for her, but I’d arrange for a long-term lease.”

Considering my advanced age, I’d settle for a lifetime one.  Just a quick reminder of the topic under discussion: