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Otto Di Catania

1:caris pettatori
2:cari spettatori
3:ladies and gentlemen
1:amitshi del variete
2:amici del varieta'
3:cabaret lovers
1:caror lissimo publiku
2:carissimo pubblico
3:distinguished audience
4:calorosissimo pubblico [I find this more correct -jk]
1:buanas sera gia stella matto
2:buona sera ?????????
3:good evening
1:della pina par ti del program
2:della prima parte del programma
3:of the first part of our program
1:venut di retta mente vel cairo
2:venuta direttamente dal Cairo
3:coming directly from Cairo
1:lafamosissiva

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song performed by Yello
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Otto Di Catania

1:caris pettatori
2:cari spettatori
3:ladies and gentlemen
1:amitshi del variete
2:amici del varieta'
3:cabaret lovers
1:caror lissimo publiku
2:carissimo pubblico
3:distinguished audience
4:calorosissimo pubblico [I find this more correct -jk]
1:buanas sera gia stella matto
2:buona sera ?????????
3:good evening
1:della pina par ti del program
2:della prima parte del programma
3:of the first part of our program
1:venut di retta mente vel cairo
2:venuta direttamente dal Cairo
3:coming directly from Cairo
1:lafamosissiva

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song performed by Yello
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Maestro

Why is that guy back again to play the Flute?
He was among the French Horn players,
For many years.
Back then he was hotly pursued.
What is this all about?
The audience stirs with curiosity.
I admit...
I too am inquisitive.

'Perhaps it has all been orchestrated.
I've noticed this new 'maestro'...
Has a unique approach to sound.
And how that sound is produced.
He certainly uses that baton,
Like one no one has ever seen before.'

I've begun to notice,
How his footprint is being implemented...
Quite effectively.
To leave 'this' orchestration,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angel of Music

My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Without him my music would not be the same
My teacher, my mentor, my maestro
The angel of music; he gave me that name

Without him my music would not be the same
After the fire, ashamed of his face
The angel of music; he gave me that name
The labyrinth is now his holy place

After the fire, ashamed of his face
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
The labyrinth is now his holy place
Raoul how I need you, what can I do

He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
I know not which, my love or my passion
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
Maestro taught me to sing in this fashion

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poem by Amera Andersen
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Lonely Dancefloor

The Pangs of death
Shroud me in mystery
I am so lonely
Left to dance alone
as always as myself
And that's dangerous

Seeing the fangs
of loneliness To me
It's too much, So
I am ding inside
In my brain
and in my soul

it is like you see me
On A Lonely dancefloor
dancing to the maestro
of the sad Lonely music
that rings to blacken me
within my heart

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poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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The Piano Lurched

Contact was sharp…

I jolted from immediacy of senses torn from mind:
Such was I at unawares with you –
To strike with Master’s single chord that pounced and caught me blind –
Piano, how you lurched and rent me through!

Delightful music welcomed me to drift in quasi-syncope:
Soft tranquillo sought to rest my bones –
I glided reaching largo; sang with sweet cantabile, and
Forte let me in to louder tones.

I cried with lacrimoso; squirmed when agitato flared;
My hearing rang when fingers danced the trill.
And so it was, this maestro grand was genius declared –
Acting out in music for the thrill.

Translating pen to piano, this player takes me back thro’ time…
In the chamber, fine composers charm:
I watch the manic hands of Liszt abound with tunes sublime;

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Expresso Love

She gets the sun in the daytime
Perfume in the dusk
And she comes out in the night time
With the honeysuckle musk
Because she smells just like a rose
And she tastes just like a peach
She got me walking where the wildlife goes
Id do anything to reach her
And she was made in heaven
Heavens in the world
Is this just expresso love
You know Im crazy for the girl
She call me just to talk
Shes my lover, shes a friend of mine
She says hey mister you wanna take a walk
In the wild west end sometime
And I get trouble with my breathing
She says boys dont know anything
But I know what I want
I want everything

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song performed by Dire Straits
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The Cremona Violin

Part First

Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
The distant town was black, and sharp defined
Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers,
Superimposed and flat like cardboard flowers.

A pasted city on a purple ground,
Picked out with luminous paint, it seemed. The cloud
Split on an edge of lightning, and a sound
Of rivers full and rushing boomed through bowed,
Tossed, hissing branches. Thunder rumbled loud
Beyond the town fast swallowing into gloom.
Frau Altgelt closed the windows of each room.

She bustled round to shake by constant moving
The strange, weird atmosphere. She stirred the fire,

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poem by Amy Lowell
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I am called Benvenuto Cellini, son of Maestro Giovanni, son of Andrea, son of Cristofano Cellini; my mother was Madonna Elisabetta, daughter to Stefano Granacci; both parents citizens of Florence.

Benvenuto Cellini in The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini (1563), translated by John Addington Symonds
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Hollywood is kind of a bad world.

quote by Mia Maestro
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