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#Irish Tenor
chaplinfortheages · 11 days
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Charlie Chaplin on set of “The Rink”, 1916. With him, famed Irish Tenor John McCormack (large gentleman to his right).
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countesspetofi · 22 days
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MST3K Karaoke: Catalina Caper - Creepy Girl
@balladofeasyrider ‘s Tommy Kirk posts have got this song stuck in my head.
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My father’s ‘party piece’ long ago….
☘️💚
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outoftowninac · 2 years
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ONCE UPON A TIME
1917
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Once Upon A Time is a four-act play by Rachel Crothers. It featured four songs written and performed by Chauncey Olcott. It was originally produced by Cohan and Harris starring Mr. Olcott. 
The play is set in a small western town and New York City.
Terry O'Shaughnessy is jilted by his sweetheart. He Is a dreamer with the heart of a child. After years spent as a miner seeking to perfect an invention that will make him a fortune, he Is on the eve if starting for New York in search of a promoter, when the orphaned child of a forgotten brother is thrust upon him and there is no alternative but to take it along. The great invention turns into a success, but the simple Terry parts with it for a song, finding his compensation in the consciousness of having contributed to the sum of human happiness and happy In the love of the little child and the affection of his repentant sweetheart.
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Chuancey Olcott (1858-1932) was an Irish-American actor, writer, composer, and lyric tenor who appeared extensively on Broadway. He was co-lyricist for the standard “When Irish Eyes Are Smilin’” and wrote both music and lyrics for “My Wild Irish Rose” in 1898. In 1913, Olcott had a number one hit singing "Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That's an Irish Lullaby)". Olcott's life story was told in the 1947 motion picture My Wild Irish Rose starring Dennis Morgan as Olcott.
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Once Upon a Time premiered in Atlantic City at Nixon’s Apollo Theatre on November 12, 1917. Olcott was a regular visitor to Atlantic City, having just been at the Apollo in March 1917 in The Heart of Paddy Whack. 
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After Atlantic City, the play continued try-outs in Wilmington DE, Allentown PA, Baltimore MD, Washington DC, Brooklyn NY, New Haven CT, Philadelphia PA, Buffalo NY, Bronx NY, Newark NJ, Rochester NY, Pittsburgh PA, Chicago IL, Munster IN...
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Detroit MI.... 
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and Lansing MI. Next stop - Broadway. 
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Once Upon a Time opened on Broadway at the Fulton Theatre (210 West 46th Street) on April 15, 1918. It opened as a strictly limited engagement of three weeks and closed on May 11, 1918. 
About the Venue: Built in April, 1911 as a dinner theatre named the Folies Bergère, it was quickly remodeled and renamed the Fulton. In 1955, it was renamed again for Helen Hayes. In 1982, it was torn down (along with five neighboring theatres) to make room for the new Marriott Hotel and Marquis Theatre.
“Rachel Crothers can write better plays than ‘Once Upon a Time’ and has written them, but it is a good job under the circumstances. Olcott's audiences make certain demands which do not help the playwright much. It is not the easiest thing in the world to provide that the star shall sing three or four times in the course of a comedy. Miss Crothers has arranged this deftly.” ~ HEYWOOD BRAUN
“A somewhat thin and old-fashioned play, but one having many moments of touching pathos and gentle humor.” ~ HARTFORD COURANT
The play returned to the road for further engagements. 
In March 1920, Olcott returned to Atlantic City and the Apollo in Macushla... but that’s another blog.
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strandedandlonesone · 8 months
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Irish Session @ La Plata City, Buenos Aires, Argentina.
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as-dreamers-do · 11 months
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God is Good part 23o45279q85
-yesterday at goodwill with my mom, found a mug with a little white baby seal in the bottom AND a sacred CD for 50 cents that I loved as a kid but is fairly hard to find 
-church guy was at the morning service! and timing was such that he held the door into the auditorium open for me when we came down from the choir loft before the sermon! and eye contact (or an approximation thereof) was made! it was just so unexpected and satisfying and excellent after last Sunday’s stress, God was so clearly like “you can have a little treat, on My terms tho”
-former-crush Canadian organist dude was back in town for his sister’s graduation! so he came to church! and i actually went up to talk to him briefly after the evening service! (Mem., this proves i have the ability to go up to people and start talking to them at church ergo i should probably do that more oops)
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electrofolk · 6 months
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went to see the high kings stoned tonight lads more like HIGH kings am I right????
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Mary’s Boy Child - The Irish Tenors
Hark! Now hear the angels sing A new King born today, And man will live forevermore Because of Christmas Day.
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mehetibel · 1 year
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J. McCormack (LOC) by The Library of Congress Via Flickr: Bain News Service,, publisher. J. McCormack [between ca. 1915 and ca. 1920] 1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller. Notes: Title from unverified data provided by the Bain News Service on the negatives or caption cards. Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress). Format: Glass negatives. Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication. Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print General information about the Bain Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.ggbain Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/ggbain.25244 Call Number: LC-B2- 4325-13
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lyrics724 · 1 year
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Boolavogue
At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting O’er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier A rebel hand set the heather blazing And brought the neighbours from far and near Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack Spurred up the rock with a warning cry: “Arm! Arm!” he cried, “for I’ve come to lead you For Ireland’s freedom we’ll fight or die” He led us on ’gainst the coming soldiers And the cowardly Yeomen…
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chaplinfortheages · 1 year
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Charlie Chaplin on set of “The Rink”, 1916. With him, famed Irish Tenor John McCormack (large gentleman to his right).
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travsd · 2 years
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John McCormack: Irish Tenor
John McCormack: Irish Tenor
In his time John McCormack (1884-1945) was the most popular Irish tenor in the world, and Victor’s second most popular recording artist after Caruso. He did not play vaudeville that I have been able to ascertain, but strictly concert halls and opera, although his influence was great upon many a vaudeville singer. The son of Scotch-Irish mill workers, and one of 11 children, McCormack sang in…
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bransonattractions · 2 years
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Dublin's Irish Tenors and The Celtic Ladies
Come and enjoy a DUBLIN'S IRISH TENORS & THE CELTIC LADIES DANCE show where Wonderful harmonies and lilting melodies will fill the air. So, hurry up Book your sit Now. It's an outstanding show. Book your tickets instantly from bransonattractions.net.
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Fannon Steve Harrington is such a "you never asked so I never explicitly said (because I thought it was a known fact/obvious and I wasn't hiding it and I did mention it)" girlie and I appreciate it...
So here's some rambly angst.
The fall of 1984 was an absolute fucking nightmare for Steve. He had no friends, no girlfriend and no parents and the upside-down returned. To be fair, by simply choosing to be and stay with Nancy after last year was the main reason why most of his friendships by virtue of Steve pulling away. Nancy cheating on him and then leaving him for Byers crushed his soul and self-esteem but he should have seen it coming when he returned to school after missing a week to attend his parents funeral and she didn't acknowledge any of that, only focusing on the guilt eating at her from hiding Barbs death from her parents. It had crossed his mind to bring it up to Nancy what was going on in his life but... when they died in that accident it was all over the news and he had told her he was going to Italy to bury his parents.
His father Aidan Harrington, an Irish Hawkins born, was a famous international operatic tenor. It was during the production of La Traviata that his father met his mother Emilia and their romance and careers grew from there. They eventually got married and had their baby Stefano Harrington. So for the first few years of life he travelled with them to different productions until they eventually settled down into semi retirement until he turned 14.
It was Steve that pushed his parents to get back into opera once he entered high school. He was old enough to take care of himself and he had a phone so he could call every night. So when they died in a car accident on their way from the Opera house in Italy, Steve in that moment couldn't help but blame himself for their death. The crash was plastered over screens and the papers as the music community mourned heir loss and the funeral in Italy doubly so -now with his face attached. And for that week, he didn't cry
He had expected when he returned some acknowledgement of the event but, other than one band geek with the curly hair, that did not happen. So he did what he did best, ignore it and go to a party with Nancy on Halloween. Then everything with the upside down unfolded and there was no time.
By the time he returned from the hospital to his empty home, he broke down. He was now completely alone with no support system. Its probably why he reached out to Owens for a therapist. If it wasn't for Dr Kelly... Steve wasn't sure if he might have stayed around long enough to meet Robin and he certainly would not be around to save Eddie...
Which is how he ended up here.
In the hospital.
In a hospital bed and the rest of the party stuffed into the room.
El and her group had arrived at the hospital half an hour before and were exchanging stories from the past few days. Apparently, El was kidnapped, had regained her powers and was able to stop Vecna with the help of the guy with the amazing silky hair. Steve just watched them from the bed, trying not to move too much
"Xiomaro Argyle. But I prefer Argyle, dude" the man with the long silky hair introduced himself to Steve. somewhere in the background, Steve hears someone say, "his name is Xiomaro?"
"Stefano Harrington, but everyone calls me Steve," he replied. One of the kids echoed Stefano.
He hadn't expected Argyle's response. "Wait -like that opera couple my yaya always listens too? What were they called?"He paused as he racked his brain before snapping. "Adrian and Emilia, right? My grandma was crushed when they died in that car crash. She light's a candle for them every Dios de los Muertos. Sorry about that bro."
And at that, Steve's world froze, because this was the first person other than his parents to say those words to him. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye before the other's could see. He hadn't realised that the room had quieted.
"YOU'RE PARENTS ARE DEAD?" Dustin yelled.
Steve barely had the chance to speak when Nancy cut in, angry, for some reason.
"When did this happen and why didn't you say anything? Jesus H Christ, you're always hiding from your feelings like some macho idiot and you neve confront anything!"
Nancy had continued to berate him but Steve zoned out. Chest feeling tight with the boiling anger growing behind his sternum.
"I. did." He interrupted simply.
"No you didn't."
"I did because
You were still my fucking girlfriend at that time and it would be shitty of me not to tell you
I had to go to Italy to bury them at my mother's family cemetery according to their will. It would be wrong if I didn't tell my girlfriend I was going to be missing a week of school and why. Which I did the night I learnt about their death and I came by your house."
Nancy faltered a bit at that, losing some of her righteous fury, but she pressed on. "I would remember something like that, Steven"
"No you wouldn't. The same way you can't seem to remember that my name is Stephano and not Steven even though I told you that and it was all over my stuff home."
Her mouth clicked shut at that and an embarrassed blush covered her face. On a normal day, he would have stopped there and maybe vent to his therapist but he was still raw from the past few days and Nancy toying with his emotions only to forget about him once Johnathan came back.
"Okay, let's say I didn't tell you. My parents' death was everywhere including their funeral and you didn't see it although you always read the papers. I was not in the country for a week, which meant I was not at home for a week, and thus not in school for a week and you didn't notice that I your then-boyfriend just disappeared? You didn't think to question where I was, if you did notice, when I got back?"
There was no answer. He couldn't stop the bitter laugh from bubbling up
"Fuck. You really weren't paying attention to me? I just thought you were feeling guilty about barb and trying to fix things for her parents which is why you didn't say anything. Not just that I registered so low on your list of importance that my words just flowed into one ear and out the other."
He was getting worked up and his therapist would be disappointed that he didn't stop there. "And what about the rest of you? You saw my parents and just what? Assumed they abandoned me or something?"
The silence was now suffocating, and Steve could not stand their ashamed looks at each other.
"And none of you asked me any questions about it?
"You know what? Fuck you, Nancy! You're standing there on your pedestal, calling me a "macho idiot" that I'm hiding from my feelings as if I would have had anyone to talk to seeing that you and Johnathan avoided me once you started dating. Newsflash! That's why I have a fucking government therapist I see every Wednesday since 84!"
He let the last statement hang heavy in the air like the sword of Damocles over the group before deflating and flopping back In his hospital bed, emotionally spent. Eyes glued to the ceiling.
"Everyone, just... just leave."
He waited until he thought he heard everyone leave and looked back down, startled when he saw that Eddie was still in the room.
"Don't be too hard on the shitheads for too long. For all their collective intelligence they are still a pack of idiots too sure of themselves to not consider that surface-level Steve is all that exist."
Steve said nothing to that, already feeling shitty for blowing up on the kids, and a little less shitty about blowing up on Nancy.
"Anyway, you also seem to forget that I wished you condolences that week so maybe yoy should not be too hard on them."
At that, Steve focused on Eddie, wracking his brain and being confused with its results.
"You were a band kid?" Steve asked incredulously
Eddie lazily shrugged, "It was a phase. Now, seeing that it seems that you have it on your chest heavy enough that just hearing their names almost made you cry; tell me about your parents, Stevie."
In Steve's chest, he felt something... Flutter.
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This one got away from me, but this is all I have. This is slightly inspired by a post I saw from piratefishmama about Steve having good parents and everyone just assumed they were bad people even though they never asked him any questions (it's deleted; don't look for it). And don't ask me why they are opera singers my brain just latched onto that being their profession and why their death was everywhere.
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friendlessghoul · 4 months
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It was not always possible to take that war seriously. In the first place I could not understand why we, the French, and the English were fighting the Germans and the Austrians. Being in vaudeville all of my life had made me international-minded. I had met too many kindly German performers—singers and acrobats and musicians—to believe they could be as evil as they were being portrayed in our newspapers. Having known Germans, Japanese jugglers, Chinese magicians, Italian tenors, Swiss yodelers and bell-ringers, Irish, Jewish, and Dutch comedians, British dancers, and whirling dervishes from India, I believed people from everywhere in the world were about the same. Not as individuals, of course, but taken as a group.
- Buster Keaton, My Wonderful World of Slapstick - Page 98
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agentem · 1 year
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It's that time of year when you are going to see some "Irish" t-shirts in stores and can get your Shamrock Shake at Mickey D's. There will be St. Patrick's Day parades this weekend and next.
And I just want to be a nerdy know-it-all for a second. St Patrick's Day was originally a religious holiday (as most holidays were, holy + day = holiday); it still is in some places, like some actual Irish people from Ireland who believe in God--though the American parade/festival mentality seems to be gaining steam in some parts of Ireland, I am told.
St Patrick's Day as we know it is deeply rooted in the United States. Though it's been celebrated here since 1600 in the territory that became Florida, the tenor of the holiday greatly changed after the Great Famine of Ireland.
You may have been told in school that the famine occurred because a blight wiped out potato crops in Ireland. This is true but doesn't address the crux of the matter.
The blight started in North America and travelled to Ireland and into much of Europe. But we only think of it as an Irish problem because the Irish were too poor to eat other foods.
Some scholars have said it was a "man made crisis" and I agree that is true. Other crops in Ireland were not affected by the blight, in fact, this time was considered one of "plenty", but all that food was used to feed the English. Not the Irish.
Nor were the English quick on providing aid, "There is such a tendency to exaggeration and inaccuracy in Irish reports that delay in acting on them is always desirable," said Prime Minister Sir Robert Peel after initial reports of the catastrophe.
Workhouses designed to assist the poor and starving were closed prematurely. "The only way to prevent the people from becoming habitually dependent on Government is to bring the food depots to a close," said Charles Trevelyan, the man who was literally in charge of famine relief. He also said some gems like, Sure the famine is bad but "the moral evil of the selfish, perverse and turbulent character of the people" was the real problem. Great guy; he became a Baronet.
The soup kitchens, which replaced the workhouses were also closed prematurely, were widely believed to serve portions too small even for children and lacking any nutritional value due to them being watered down to feed more people than anticipated by the brilliant British government.
A million people died in Ireland from famine and disease and nearly 2 million left Ireland for other parts of the world. Including my father's family. (If they survived the "Coffin Ships" leaving their home.)
So when I said above that the tenor of the holiday changed, it was because of increasing Irish Nationalism and anger at Britain. Now, Ireland is a Republic (though it's not unified, yet) and we are proud of those who stayed and fought to make that happen.
We are also proud just to still be alive anywhere. The population of Ireland is 6.9 million now--slowly nearing the 8.5 million it was home to before the famine--but people with Irish ancestry across the world has been measured to be about 80 million people. Take that, Sir Robert Peel.
The English actively tried to kill us. Nevertheless, we persisted. A lot.
I hope you have a Happy St. Paddy's Day (it's Paddy not Patty). Drink some Guinness. Dance some jigs. Definitely eat some potatoes (Boil 'em! Mash 'em! Stick 'em in a stew!) But please remember that when people are starving, you should feed them. Don't be like the English government.
In fact, as I write this there is a crisis in Turkey and Syria. It just so happens that the Sultan of Turkey wanted to donate money to Ireland (10,000 pounds) but since Queen Victoria donated just 2,000, he was told it would be against protocol.
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