Something strange has happened to the ice cream trucks -- no longer are we subject to endless repetition of the same semi-identifiable plinky versions of Camptown Races, Pop Goes the Weasel, and The Maiden's Prayer (which took me half a year to identify, and only via its ironic use in Mahagonny, and which in this jaunty plinky pitch-approximate context always sounded like a soldiers' chorus from some mercifully lesser-known Gounod opera). Now the trucks are playing digitized plinky medleys. And there are new tunes. Can that have been The Yellow Rose of Texas I just heard demonstrating the compositional possibilities of the Doppler Effect?
The bagpipe band which practices on summer evenings a few blocks away also has new tunes this year -- I haven't heard The Rowan Tree once so far, which has always been the strongest of their three or so tunes -- so between them and the ice cream people, we can look forward to a whole new aural experience in the 'hood.
this just made me totally laugh out loud...
ReplyDeleteI spoke too soon, they are on their third run through of The Rowan Tree this evening. Good thing I really like this tune.
ReplyDeleteOnly eight weeks to the Scottish Games!