songs and music! Victorious!
Apr. 27th, 2006 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Problem solved: Downloaded a utility called "Switch" that performed the task adequately, but for every single song I had to click through two dialogue boxes informing me that I had to download Flip4Mac, which is a program that adapts Quicktime to let it play Windows Media. (This is officially sanctioned, by the way: Microsoft is getting sick of supporting the ability of Macs to play all their goddamned proprietary files, so rather than using non-proprietary file formats, they're just making add-ons that make other programs able to read them, without actually making the formats non-proprietary. But I digress.) The fact that I had downloaded, installed, and tested Flip4Mac did not prevent Switch from asking me to download it again for each of the 34 songs in the batch it was processing. But fortunately I quickly discovered that clicking "OK" to indicate that it had been downloaded and installed would remind Switch that, yes, it had been, so it would merrily go and do one more...
So it took me three hours. But here we go: I have successfully burned an audio copy of the CD Songs and Music of the Redcoats for my father.
I also, simultaneously, was finishing the review of the first restaurant I did, so I emailed that to the magazine's editor and he wrote back that it looked good and we'd have to get me started on doing some more reviews right away. Which is ducky.
Anyhow, I am feeling quite pleased with myself, and thusly am going to YSI my favorite song from the album for all y'alls' listening pleasure. (Limited downloads, time expires, yadda yadda. If you want a copy and didn't get one before it expires, do leave a comment and I'll Send It again.)
How Stands The Glass Around. Argo Records, catalogue # ZDA 147, copyright 1970, and now out of print and not to be had for love or money and the guy my dad loaned his copy to never gave it back. Sigh.
This is a nice a capella piece with lovely harmonies. I don't know the date on this one; it has no easy references (like to India or the Boers or Buonaparte or, say, the 88th Reg't of Foot, or the late Colonel Burnaby, as in other songs) that make it clear, and I am but a poor student of history at best.
Fine sentiments aside, my very favorite part of the song is the punchline, the dedication to their tolerant landlady (who often, in a tavern, would be the one serving the drinks, one presumes).
So it took me three hours. But here we go: I have successfully burned an audio copy of the CD Songs and Music of the Redcoats for my father.
I also, simultaneously, was finishing the review of the first restaurant I did, so I emailed that to the magazine's editor and he wrote back that it looked good and we'd have to get me started on doing some more reviews right away. Which is ducky.
Anyhow, I am feeling quite pleased with myself, and thusly am going to YSI my favorite song from the album for all y'alls' listening pleasure. (Limited downloads, time expires, yadda yadda. If you want a copy and didn't get one before it expires, do leave a comment and I'll Send It again.)
How Stands The Glass Around. Argo Records, catalogue # ZDA 147, copyright 1970, and now out of print and not to be had for love or money and the guy my dad loaned his copy to never gave it back. Sigh.
This is a nice a capella piece with lovely harmonies. I don't know the date on this one; it has no easy references (like to India or the Boers or Buonaparte or, say, the 88th Reg't of Foot, or the late Colonel Burnaby, as in other songs) that make it clear, and I am but a poor student of history at best.
How stands the glass around?
For shame, ye take no care, me boys:
How stands the glass around?
Let mirth and wine abound.
The trumpets sound!
The colors they are flying, boys
To fight, kill, or wound;
May we still be found
Content with our hard fare me boys,
on the cold, cold ground.
Why, soldiers, why
should we be melancholy, boys?
Why, soldiers, why?
Whose business 'tis to die.
What, sighing? Fie!
Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys
Tis he, you, or I
Cold, hot, wet, or dry:
We're always bound to follow, boys,
And scorn to fly.
Oh tis but in vain,
I mean not to upbraid ye, boys
Oh tis but in vain
For soldiers to complain
Should next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys
we're free from pain
But should we remain
Oh thoughtful and kind landlady,
yours all again!
Fine sentiments aside, my very favorite part of the song is the punchline, the dedication to their tolerant landlady (who often, in a tavern, would be the one serving the drinks, one presumes).
