Wednesday Gumbo

Ah-yeeee!  It’s time for that eclectic mix that I call Wednesday’s Gumbo.

“A little o’dis…a little o’dat!”

1.     George Frederick Handel’s Messiah was performed on April 13, 1742, for the first time.  It was, is and will continue to be a magnificent composition.

2.     Why do we stand whenever the “Hallelujah” Chorus is sung?  Legend has it that King George II, upon hearing the glorious chorus, stood in awe of the majesty and glory of the chorus.  And, when the king stands, everyone stands.  Matthew Guerrieri, writing for the Boston Globe, gives us this comment regarding the custom.

Around the 1784 Handel centenary, John Newton – the man who wrote “Amazing Grace’’ – preached a series of sermons on the scriptural passages Jennens had selected for “Messiah.’’ About the “Hallelujah’’ chorus, Newton observed: “The impression, which the performance of this passage in the Oratorio, usually makes upon the audience, is well known. . . . But do the professed lovers of sacred music in this enlightened age, generally live, as if they really believed that the Lord God omnipotent reigneth?’’

Ouch!

One thing I learned from my music history professor in seminary regarding the tradition is that King George II didn’t stand out of respect, but because he just needed to stretch his legs and get a little blood flowing to…well…you know.  In my experience of attending a full performance of the oratorio, I can say that standing during the “Hallelujah” chorus is a tradition I greatly appreciate.  Thanks, King George!

You can read the rest of Guerrieri’s article here.

3.     Here’s an interesting graphic showing what some of the more well-known major league players did in their first at-bat, and their last at-bat.  For example, the great Ted Williams struck out in his first major league at bat.  He homered in his last.

4.     My pastor, Mike Lee, posted “Why I Choose not to be Iconic”. Guess I can’t get a tattoo, now.

5.    In a related post, Kevin DeYoung makes interesting commentary in “If You Change Your Name to World Peace” regarding the elbow thrown by Metta World Peace in the Laker’s game recently.

6.     The 10 Worst Jobs of 2011.  And I thought being a Roustabout would be fun.  And, the 10 Best Jobs of 2011.

7.     This is crazy on so many levels.  Face-off with a Deadly Predator.

8.     Perhaps the best-known of poems about baseball.

Casey at the Bat by Earnest L. Thayer a.k.a. ‘Phin’

The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that –
We’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they’d a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out.

9.     And, finally, a little bit of heaven on earth.

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  1. Mom

    We enjoyed the Hallelujah Chorus and the Casey story after breakfast. Your blog always starts our day off right. It’s hard to look at the old CaJuns so early in the day though.

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