Woke up this morning with music in my head. That means it's going to be a wonderful day. And, as you would expect, it's a song suitable to the season. A cheerful & uplifting ballad, that would be a wonderful sing-along down at the local grammar school.
This is what I want dulcet children's voices to serenade for this entire month. And I wouldn't mind hearing it blaring softly forth from speaker systems at the local strip mall. Except that this is San Francisco, and the vegan population would get all distressed and start weeping. Because it traumatizes them, and brings up themes that they find unsuitable.
Wheatgerm freaks and white Buddhists would also object.
Concerned citizens would make faces.
A SONG OF CANONS
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iorl1qin54E.]
I grew up on this. The Dreigroschen Oper by Berthold Brecht and Kurt Weill is one of my favourites. It was frequent background music to my reading after school. Many long hours, marvelous memories.
Pot of strong tea. Stack of books. Clean ashtray. Deep armchair. And a tin of pipe tobacco, or a bundle of cheroots from the local cigar factory. Let it bluster outside, I'm indoors and the world is far away.
This what all childhoods should be.
Wholesome and educational.
And lots of teeth.
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