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Showing posts with label percussion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label percussion. Show all posts

Ringing in the Ears

17 December 2022


There are some instruments
that are best appreciated
from a distance,
bagpipes for instance.
But I think bells also fall
into that category of faraway music.
Whether they are bicycle bells,
hand bells, 
jingle bells, church bells, chime bells,
or fire bells
it is wise not to get too close.


 
 

However once upon a time there were percussionists whose ringing talent for tintinnabulation made them stars of the music hall stage. This man, Paul Nemson ~ Meister Instrumentalist, was one of those clangorous entertainers. He is pictured here on his promotional postcard with three small bells clutched in one hand and with the other is about to set off a wall of sleigh bells. In front of him is a xylophone and a table with more hand bells and behind him are racks of various kinds of tubular bells.
 
The caption implies that Paul Nemson is a solo metallophone artist but it's quite possible he led a vaudeville type group of other instrumentalists too. I have postcards of other German ensembles from earlier decades that feature these same instruments, especially racks of tuned jingle bells and wine bottles. Maybe German audiences developed a novelty fad for tinkling and jingling music that people enjoyed outdoors in a beer garden. Even with a full glass of beer I would have preferred to watch Paul perform from a very long distance.  


1934 Berlin city directory


I found Paul Nemson listed in several editions of the Berlin city directory with his address in 1934 at Kottbusser Damm 95. The word after each name in the directory describes a person's general line of work. For Paul Nemson's listing "Konzerthallen" translates as Concert Halls which I interpret as someone employed in music halls such as an entertainer. Of course I can't help feeling sorry for Paul's poor neighbors who had to listen to him practice his bells.

Paul's postcard was sent from Berlin, Germany on 14 September 1932, just four months before Adolf Hitler became Chancellor of Germany on 30 January 1933.
 

 
The postmark includes a public service slogan: 

Werdet Rundfunkteilnehmer
~
Become a radio listener (subscriber/owner)


an interesting promotion of a new modern device
that would become very popular over the next few years
for more than just the ringing of bells.

 

 
This is my contribution to Sepia Saturday
which still broadcasts on a shortwave internet band.

 
 
 
 
 

All That Jazz Man

31 March 2017



What good is melody, what good is music
If it ain't possessin' something sweet?
 
Nah, it ain't the melody and it ain't the music
There's something else that makes this tune complete










Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing.
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)

 
 Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)



 It makes no difference if it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm everything you got
 
Oh, it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)
"It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)"
 Songwriters: Duke Ellington / Irving Mills




If you met him
you'd not soon forget
his
smiling face,
as it's on his bass drum too.
He's Jazz Varadys the drummer.


He left a message
on the back of his postcard
and, unless I'm mistaken,
he is a Hungarian Jazz Drummer.
 
From 1926.






The best I can do with Google translate is that the the first two words "Igaz barĂ¡ti" means "True friends" in Hungarian. The date is in typical Hungarian style too. 1926 VI 5 (or maybe VII 5).

The phrase "Jazz music" doesn't appear in American newspapers until around 1916-17. In Europe it first shows up a bit later in 1918 when the United States joins the allies and American troops are first sent to France. It becomes a "craze" in Paris.



Pall Mall Gazette
28 September 1918

In September 1918 the Pall Mall Gazette reported: 

It is the cult of the Jazz Band. Everywhere in the world of entertainment this American innovation is to heard, and is hailed with amused and amazed enthusiasm. A Jazz band is nowadays the chief feature of a revue, and the mad beating of cymbals, the negro cries, the spectacle of a lunatic drummer wildly striking bells and blowing motor horns in an indescribable cacophony of so-called music, have tickled the fancy of Parisians for the moment.   







When the war ended two months later, Europe was ready for a change. The empires of Germany, Russia, and Austria were no more. New nations emerged to rebuild a modern Europe. The old world culture was rejected for something new and fresh. America's Jazz music proved just as contagious as the great influenza epidemic. Soon everyone, even musicians in Hungary, were tapping their feet to infectious dance rhythms from the New World.



In April 1919, even the Yorkshire Evening Post reported on how easy it was to make a Jazz Band. 


Yorkshire Evening Post
15 April 1919

With just a brief lesson by "an expert from America" who took away the band's music; gave tin saucepans to the two trombonists; showed the pianist how to play runs and scales with just his thumb; got the clarinetist to wail and moan; and conspired with the drummer to add a motorhorn and two handbells, "almost any five competent bandsmen can be made into a Jazz band."

Nonetheless the housekeeper's cat was so disturbed, that after the rehearsal it was found four streets away with "a dazed expression on its face and has looked thoughtful ever since." 







This is my contribution to Sepia Saturday
where no one every loses their head.


http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2017/03/sepia-saturday-361-1st-april-2017.html


Ringing in the Year

01 January 2016





Prosit Neujahr!
Cheers New Year!




No musical instrument requires more patience than the triangle, an instrument of unmatched geometric simplicity. It may take only a moment of instruction to learn to play one, yet triangle mastery is only acquired after years of dedicated concentration  measuring the time before its alarm is sounded.


That was the perceptive observation of the artist who produced this caricature of an aged trianglist awaiting the precise point in the music when his instrument makes its trilling entrance.






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This German postcard was posted a bit late for a timely salute in Hamburg on the 30th of January, 1905 to Fräulein Grete Vogt (?) who resided in Grindelberg, a suburb of Hamburg. The regulations of the Union Postale Universalle mandated that the upper corner of the address side should identify this postal rectangle in 13 languages:  French, German, English, Italian, Hungarian, Polish, Croatian, Russian, Spanish, Portuguese, Swedish, Dutch, and Danish.  










Though the German word for a triangle is Dreieck, the great German composer, Richard Wagner, knew this percussion instrument by its Italian name, Triangolo. In his opera Die Meistersinger von NĂ¼rnberg, which typically takes 4½ hours to perform (not counting intermissions) and thereby necessitates a change of orchestras midway thru to follow the musicians union rules, Wagner gives the triangle player a generous 4 pages of music containing mostly hundreds of empty measures rests and percussion-less scenes. However there is one prominent part for a triangle that first appears at the end of the overture to the 1st Act. Wagner liked it so much that he repeated it two more times, compelling the hapless musician to stay attentive until Die Meistersinger's glorious end. Here is the last page of the trilateral percussionist's part.







And courtesy of a very capable young percussionist on YouTube
we can hear a splendid rendition of Wagner's clattering music for triangle
without the distraction of opera singers and orchestra.

Alas, that video was removed.
So here is a substitute player,
whose video is taken from an unusual angle.

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So this is the lesson for 1905 and 2016.
Be patience, make life count and your time will come.
My best wishes to everyone for a prosperous new year!




This is my contribution to Sepia Saturday
where oranges are on special at 1¢ apiece all weekend long.

http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2015/12/sepia-saturday-311-2-january-2016.html






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