From the Big Apple Comic Collection by Patrick Reynolds. There was once an active eel market on Catherine Slip in the 1800's. Black citizens engaged in a form of minstrelsy to earn a living and perhaps a free meal. The slide show is padded with an excerpt from an 1889 nytimes article about the area: A Rodgers and Hart work:
Hawks and crows do lots of things, but the canary only sings. She is a courtesan on wings- So I've heard. Eagles and storks are twice as strong. All the canary knows is song. But the canary gets along- Guilded bird!
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Sing for your supper, And you'll get breakfast. Songbirds always eat If their song is sweet to hear. Sing for your luncheon, And you'll get dinner. Dine with wine of choice, If romance is in your voice. I heard from a wise canary Trilling makes a fellow willing, So, little swallow, swallow now. Now is the time to Sing for your supper, And you'll get breakfast. Songbirds are not dumb, They don't buy a crumb Of bread, It's said. So sing and you'll be fed.
Adding a text to a quicktime movie is not that hard, but when you have to time it very specifically to match short intervals its tough. I went online and found that Macaw, by whitanderson, has free apps to do it in, but it took me a while to master it. I'm going to have to ask Susan (The QuickTime Pro, Pro) Abdulezer if she's got a better way.
Posted originally back in April, but the video component was "youtube removed." I figured it belonged here. Burns has been criticized for taking a strictly domestic view of a World War. Even if he didn't I doubt he would have the chutzpah to include the story of the Lincoln Brigade. Here's what I blogged previously and moved here, where it sort of belongs theme wise. I love the song which I struggled mightily to "karaoke." I actually met Paul Robeson Jr. and gave him a disc copy. There is a new Lincoln Brigade exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York and a new book out about the Brigade "No men ever entered the earth more honorably than those who died in Spain," wrote Ernest Hemingway in 1939. Between the years of 1936-1939, an estimated 1,000 Americans, many from New York, died fighting to protect the elected government of the Spanish Republic against a rebellion led by General Francisco Franco and backed by Hitler and Mussolini. Facing Fascism: New York and the Spanish Civil War examines the role that New Yorkers played in the conflict, as well as the political and social ideologies that motivated them to participate in activities ranging from rallying support, fundraising, and relief aid, to fighting--and sometimes dying--on the front lines in Spain. The stories of these New Yorkers will be told through photographs, letters, uniforms, weapons, and an array of personal and historical memorabilia.
the soundtrack, by John McCutcheon From the farms, from the cities, from every land Came the Abe Lincoln Brigade With a dream in their hearts, with a gun in their hands The Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade Cries from the cities, shouts from the hills The Abraham Lincoln Brigade The fire in the hearts that is warming us still The Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade All the teachers, the artists The workers who died Oh the Abe Lincoln Brigade Their stories still thrill me We work side by side With the Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song The Abraham Lincoln Brigade So raise glasses and voices Give them a toast Of the Abe Lincoln Brigade Those who die best are the ones who live most Like the Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade
My contribution to poetry month was built on a school outing to the Mets game of 4/23/07. I showed this slide show prior to the visit to build up some excitement and knowledge for the kids.
Then I changed it using photos that the Mets' photographers took of the group and had posted up on the Mets' site for people to purchase
My Tribute to Jackie on the 60th Anniversary of his first major league game
Did you see Jackie Robinson hit that ball? It went zoomin cross the left field wall. Yeah boy, yes, yes. Jackie hit that ball. And when he swung his bat, the crowd went wild, Because he knocked that ball a solid mile. Yeah boy, yes, yes. Jackie hit that ball. Satchel Paige is mellow, So is Campanella, Newcombe and Doby, too. But it's a natural fact, when Jackie comes to bat, The other team is through. Did you see Jackie Robinson hit that ball? Did he hit it? Yeah, and that ain't all. He stole home. Yes, yes, Jackie's real gone. Did you see Jackie Robinson hit that ball? Did he hit it? Yeah, and that ain't all. He stole home. Yes, yes, Jackie's a real gone guy
Monday-Sunday, April 16 – 22, 2007 Immigrant History Week is a city-wide celebration that honors the experiences and contributions of immigrants in NYC. Established by Mayor Michael Bloomberg in 2004 and coordinated by the Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs, Immigrant History Week is a rich collection of free or low-cost programs that build cross-cultural understanding between diverse New Yorkers.
I made this taking images from Byron's old Ellis Island collection and combined it with a powerful song from Ragtime, "The Wheels Of A Dream." You can fahgettaboutit in regard to the schools doing any of those wonderful old fashioned topical units to coincide, because April is Poetry Month on the TC Reading/Writing Workshop schedule
The lyrics:
I see his face. I hear his heartbeat. I look in those eyes. How wise they seem. Well, when he is old enough I will show him America And he will ride on the wheels of a dream.
[COALHOUSE] We'll go down South
[SARAH] Go down South,
[COALHOUSE] And see your people
[SARAH] See my folks.
[COALHOUSE] Won't they take to him
[SARAH] They'll take to him
[COALHOUSE] Like cats to cream!
[COALHOUSE] Then we'll travel on from there.
[SARAH] California or who knows where!
[BOTH] And we will ride On the wheels of a dream.
[COALHOUSE] Yes, the wheels are turning for us, girl. And the times are starting to roll. Any man can get where he wants to If he's got some fire in his soul. We'll see justice, Sarah, And plenty of men Who will stand up And give us our due. Oh, Sarah, it's more than promises. Sarah, it must be true. A country that let's a man like me Own a car, raise a child, build a life with you...
[COALHOUSE] With you...
[SARAH] With you...
[BOTH] Beyond that road, Beyond this lifetime That care full of hope Will always gleam! With the promise of happiness And the freedom he'll live to know. He'll travel with head held high, Just as far as his heart can go And he will ride- Our son will ride- On the wheels of a dream.
There is a new Lincoln Brigade exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York and a new book out about the Brigade "No men ever entered the earth more honorably than those who died in Spain," wrote Ernest Hemingway in 1939. Between the years of 1936-1939, an estimated 1,000 Americans, many from New York, died fighting to protect the elected government of the Spanish Republic against a rebellion led by General Francisco Franco and backed by Hitler and Mussolini. Facing Fascism: New York and the Spanish Civil War examines the role that New Yorkers played in the conflict, as well as the political and social ideologies that motivated them to participate in activities ranging from rallying support, fundraising, and relief aid, to fighting--and sometimes dying--on the front lines in Spain. The stories of these New Yorkers will be told through photographs, letters, uniforms, weapons, and an array of personal and historical memorabilia.
the soundtrack, by John McCutcheon From the farms, from the cities, from every land Came the Abe Lincoln Brigade With a dream in their hearts, with a gun in their hands The Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade Cries from the cities, shouts from the hills The Abraham Lincoln Brigade The fire in the hearts that is warming us still The Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade All the teachers, the artists The workers who died Oh the Abe Lincoln Brigade Their stories still thrill me We work side by side With the Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song The Abraham Lincoln Brigade So raise glasses and voices Give them a toast Of the Abe Lincoln Brigade Those who die best are the ones who live most Like the Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade No pasaran, no pasaran So sang the the Abe Lincoln Brigade Across the years and the oceans We still sing the song Of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade
Come Away #1 refers to a posting on 8/3/06 that was an interview on automobile history with Donald Gruenberg that was actually done in the summer of 2004 Here I try to recapture the Dinah Shore magic with another auto jingle karaoke, though nothing can ever compare with See The USA. btw the first graders liked the chevy tune, but I can't sell as well as I can with "I Like The Way You Move." Great auto images of the 50's from a site devoted to 50's illustrations, http://www.plan59.com/ The music is Les Brown and his band of Renown, but with abbreviated lyrics. I can't figure out the vocalists, but I doubt it's Doris Day
Young Johnnie Steele has an Oldsmobile. He loves a dear little girl. She is the queen of his gas machine. She has his heart in a whirl. Now when they go for a spin, you know, she tries to learn his auto, so He lets her steer while he gets her ear, and whispers soft and low; Chorus: Come away with me Lucille in my merry Oldsmobile Down the road of life we'll fly automo-bubbling you and I. To the church we'll swiftly steal, then our wedding bells will peal, You can go as far you like with me, in my merry Oldsmobile. They love to spark in the dark old park, as they go flying along, She says she knows why his motor goes; his sparker's awfully strong. Each day they spoon to the engine's tune, their honeymoon will happen soon, He'll win Lucille with his Oldsmobile and then he'll fondly croon; Come away with me Lucille in my merry Oldsmobile Down the road of life we'll fly automo-bubbling you and I. To the church we'll swiftly steal, then our wedding bells will peal, You can go as far you like with me, In my merry Oldsmobile. Come away Lucille 'cause if I may Lucille I want to take you for my bride, And we'll chug along and always sing a song as down the road of life we fly Even though my car is old and squeaky now it's better than a horse or train. When I pull the throttle out and put her into third you think you're in a plane. To the church we're heading for a quiet wedding then I'll crank her up and take the wheel And away we'll go my honey, they will know my honey that our love is real. You can go as far you like with me, in my merry Oldsmobile, My merry Oldsmobile.
I got a Dinah Shore CD recently for my Aunt Lili ("Nunnie") and I recalled how much I enjoyed Dinah's show as a kid, especially that Chevy jingle. So I found a recording of it and "karaokied" it with some archival Chevy images I "mined". I figured I'd use it with the first graders on that transportation unit. It even could be used for the upcoming poetry strand. GM could do no worse in sales if they brought back that tune. Too bad they can't bring back Dinah, she was sweet onstage and off and a "sister" to boot.
See the USA in your Chevrolet America is asking you to call Drive your Chevrolet through the USA America's the greatest land of all On a highway, or a road along the levy Performance is sweeter, nothing can beat her Life is completer in a Chevy So make a date today to see the USA And see it in your Chevrolet Traveling east, traveling west Wherever you go Chevy service is best Southward or north, near place or far There's a Chevrolet dealer for your Chevrolet car See the USA in your Chevrolet The Rockies way out west are calling you Drive your Chevrolet through the USA Where fields of gold and wheat pass In review Whether traveling light or with a load that's heavy Performance is sweeter, nothing can beat her Life is completer in a Chevy So make a date today to see the USA And see it in your Chevrolet.
To the tune of Jimmy Lunceford's "Tain't What You Do, It's The Way That You Do It." Sy Oliver arrangement with trombonist Trummy Young on vocal "Trummy Young became a star while with Jimmy Lunceford. He was spotlighted as both a singer and trombonist, and his presentation was undoubtedly aided by the excellence of Sy Oliver's arrangements. Tain't What You Do It's The Way That You Do It is an example of a singing style that jazz critic Leonard Feather called “intimate and breathless.” Even today, Young's vocals sound refreshingly cooler and lighter than the barrel-toned delivery of most male band singers of the 30s and 40s."
When I was a kid about half past three My daddy said "Son, come here to me" Said things may come, and things may go But this is one thing you ought to know... 'T ain't what you do it's the way hots you do it 'T ain't what you do it's the way hots you do it 'T ain't what you do it's the way that you do it That's what gets results Ma Ma Ma Ma 'T ain't what you do it's the time that you do it 'T ain't what you do it's the time that you do it 'T ain't what you do it's the time that you do it That's what gets results You can try hard Don't mean a thing Don't mean a thing Take it easy, greasy Then your jive will swing Oh 't ain't what you do it's the place that you do it 'T ain't what you do it's the place that you do it 'T ain't what you do it's the place that you do it That's what gets results
I read a piece on counterpunch.org that takes the opposing side to Mo Beasely's view on the use of the N word. It mentioned the great Gill Scott Heron and his inspiration to rappers. How true. I think I'll compile a CD and lyrics for Mo's bunch. A lot of the kids liked the Calloway stuff. Here's a great slide show someone did on youtube of his "Winter In America" (not really a rap piece, though), similar to the kinds of ones I make and the kinds I believe kids could be inspired to do in a Web 2.0 easy way. It sort of answers my question (to Jim Garst) as to why the public is just laying down and taking the crap that Bush is handing to us nationally and what Klein/Bloomberg are doing to us locally. removed Uh from the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims And to the buffalos who once ruled the plains Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds looking for the rain Looking for the rain Just like the cities stagger on the coastline In a nation that just can’t stand much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway, never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it’s winter, winter in America Yes now that all of the killers have been killed, sent away, Yeah But the people know, the people know, it’s winter Winter in America And ain’t nobody fighting cause Nobody knows what to say Save your soul, lord knows from Winter in America The constitution, a noble piece of paper With free society, a struggle but they died in vain And now democracy is a ragtime on the corner Hoping for some rain It looks like he’s hoping, hoping for some rain And I see the robins perched in baron treetops Watching lasting racists marching across the floor Just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams Never had a chance to grow Never had a chance to grow And now it’s winter Winter in America Yes now that all of the killers have been killed, or betrayed, Yeah But the people know, the people know, it’s winter Lord knows it’s winter in America And ain’t nobody fighting cause nobody knows what to say Save your soul From a winter in America Stick And now it’s winter Winter in America And now that all of the killers done been killed, sent away The people know, the people know, it’s winter Winter in America And ain’t nobody fighting cause nobody knows what to say And ain’t nobody fighting cause nobody knows nobody knows And ain’t nobody fighting cause nobody knows what to say
It's Eastside Gluckstern's Restaurant And Caterers. The last post sent me looking for info on Gluckstern's. Here's an example of adding text to a quicktime movie. I got the song from the Yiddish Radio Project and combined it with images from the Library of Congress (www.loc.gov/rr/amed/guide/hs-newworld.html) from a 1959 article on Gluckstern's The history of GLUCKSTERN'S beginnings go back to the turn of the century, when Louis Gluckstern operated a modest little dinery in the rear of a Grand St. saloon, near the East River ferry. The fame of his traditional Jewish dishes, as well as Romanian, Hungarian and Slavic cooking, soon drew the uptown "carriage trade." His steady customers today include Sir Cedric Hardwicke, Eddie Cantor, Milton Berle and other big names of show business. Recently Phil re-turned from a visit to Ireland with something unique —a native Irish recipe for corned beef and cabbage Kosher style. Phil Gluckstern's (Kosher), 209 W. 48th St., recently celebrated its 60th anniversary under one family's management. It is one of the city's representative Jewish restaurants, on the same location now for 13 years, and has expanded to three floors.
I just realized that through VisualHub (a mac utility) that I can easily make DVD versions of many of my slide shows. The program also stitches files together. I made one of this and I also made a youtube version.I mentioned this previously here (copy and paste the url below-I'm too lazy now to code the direct link) http://dbellel.blogspot.com/2006/05/walking-my-baby-back-home.html
This actually illustrates tech idea #29. With younger kids, instead of having them act out a suggested movie scene, just have them pose for a receated historical scene and take stills of that for a latedr constructed slide show movie version. tech idea # 30. By creating DVD versions (using say VisualHub for Mac) of home made movies you can create a more easily shared version of studfent work since DVD players are certainly cheap enough and can be connected to the more prevalent large format monitors used in offices and auditoriums.
Nicely I got the horse right here The name is Paul Revere And here's a guy that says that the weather's clear Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do If he says the horse can do, can do, can do. (Benny starts singing his part at this time, while Nicely continues:) Can do - can do - this guy says the horse can do If he says the horse can do - can do, can do. (Rusty starts singing his part as the time, while Nicely and Benny continue:) For Paul Revere I'll bite I hear his foot's all right Of course it all depends if it rained last night Likes mud, likes mud, this X means the horse likes mud If that means the horse likes mud, likes mud Likes mud. I tell you Paul Revere Now this is no bum steer It's from a handicapper that's real sincere Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do. If he says the horse can do - can do - can do. Paul Revere. I got the horse right here. BENNY I'm pickin' Valentine, 'cause on the morning line A guy has got him figured at five to nine Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance if he says the horse has chance, has chance, has chance I know it's Valentine, the morning work looks fine Besides the jockey's brother's a friend of mine Needs race, needs race, this guy says the horse needs race If he says the horse needs race, needs race, needs race. I go for Valentine, 'Cause on the morning line, The guy has got him figured at five to nine Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance Valentine! I got the horse right here. RUSTY CHARLIE But look at Epitaph. he wins it by a half According to this here in the Telegraph "Big Threat" - "Big Threat" This guy calls the horse "Big Threat" If he calls the horse "Big Threat", Big Threat, Big Threat. And just a minute, boys. I've got the feed box noise It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise Shows class, shows class. This guy says the horse shows class If he says the horse shows class Shows class, show's class. So make it Epitaph, he wins it by a half According to this here in the Telegraph. Epitaph! I got the hore right here!
We don't need no education We dont need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. We don't need no education We dont need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. "Wrong, Do it again!" "If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?" "You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"
We don't need arts education We just need thought control Just lots of sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick removed from the wall. All in all it's just another brick removed from the wall. We don't need arts education We just need thought control Just lots of sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! All in all it's just another brick removed from the wall. All in all it's just another brick removed from the wall. All in all it's just another brick removed from the wall. All in all it's just another brick removed from the wall. "Wrong, Do it again!" "If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?" "You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"
a karaoke (with Billie) movie version of the beautifully illustrated Pinkney book on "God Bless The Child" youtube removed and a compilation of Harlem photos I've taken over the year set to various versions of A Train youtube removed
Some say Billie, some say Sarah, some say Dinah. I still say Ella was number one. She was honored on January 30th with the latest stamp in the Black Heritage commemorative series. There's a really good kids' book about Ella by the Pinkney's and the kids love this song youtube removed
more from the fascists disguised as progressives. In honor of Black History month a Ball Of Confusion soundtrack, because this stuff (and I stubbornly have to concede some of its validity) is bound to drive you to madness
1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4, Ow! People moving out, people moving in. Why, because of the color of their skin. Run, run, run but you sure can't hide. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Vote for me and I'll set you free. Rap on, brother, rap on. Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the...(preacher.) And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the...(teacher.) Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation. Ball of confusion. Oh yeah, that's what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey. The sale of pills are at an all time high. Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky. The cities ablaze in the summer time. And oh, the beat goes on. Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul. Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon. Politicians say more taxes will solve everything. And the band played on. So, round and around and around we go. Where the world's headed, nobody knows. Oh, great GoogaMooga, can't you hear me talking to you. Just a ball of confusion. Oh yeah, that's what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey. Fear in the air, tension everywhere. Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas. And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation. And the band played on. Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors, Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills, Hippies moving to the hills. People all over the world are shouting, 'End the war.' And the band played on. Great GoogaMooga, can't you hear me talking to you. Sayin'... ball of confusion. That's what the world is today, hey, hey. Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya. Sayin'... ball of confusion. That's what the world is today, hey, hey. Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya. Sayin'... ball of confusion.
Who would have thought of the possibilities of combining the swinging Basie/Sinatra version of "I Believe In You" with the story of Sojourner Truth, who definitely had "the cool, clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth."
You have the cool, clear Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth; Yet there's that upturned chin And that grin of impetuous youth. Oh, I believe in you. I believe in you.
I hear the sound of good, solid judgment Whenever you talk; Yet there's the bold, brave spring of the tiger That quickens your walk. Oh, I believe in you. I believe in you.
And when my faith in my fellow man All but falls apart, I've but to feel your hand grasping mine And I take heart; I take heart
To see the cool, clear Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth; Yet, with the slam-bang tang Reminiscent of gin and vermouth. Oh, I believe in you. I believe in you.
The picture above is a screen shot of my lower east side map from my google map "collection." It can be made fully functional but it overwhelms the column. I learned about mapchannels from digital urban. The free site also gives you the option to create a link to a full size version of a google map.
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