My wife and I were at Soda City Saturday morning, and I paused to shoot some pictures of this young busker who was playing the cello.
As we walked away, it suddenly hit me: “Was that ‘La Marseillaise‘?” Yes, my wife told me.
So, thinking of it as something nice for the folks in Nice after what happened there on Bastille Day, I turned back to shoot video — just as the piece was ending. But I got the last few seconds for you.
Just as well — we had just spent the last of our cash on vegetables, so I couldn’t put anything in the case.
Sorry, kid. Maybe next week…
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Or maybe it wasn’t “La Marseillaise.” My hearing’s not so great these days. Maybe it was one of its musical antecedents…
You ever looked at the lyrics for La Marseillaise? They’re quite…militant.
I’ll bet. I mainly think of that scene from “Casablanca.” And that part of the 1812 Overture…
See what I did there with the headline? Except you have to mispronounce “Nice” for it to work.
Eine Kleine NiceMusik…