Every play needs a proper send-off as I amble through the PonyTail Shakespeare read-through – bearing in mind my current pace, there’s no telling when I might read them again.
As ever, the selection is a little, erratic, and I’m already feeling the need to disown any implied connection to number 3 …
Continue reading “PTS 014/089: The Merchant of Venice Soundtrack Album”
And so to our traditional end-of-play knees-up.
The usual defiantly embarrassing mix-tape, in no particular order, with the usual plea: if I’ve missed anything, please let me know!
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Today marks two year since Prince died. It’s not that long ago that I confessed that his was one of the very few celebrity deaths that have personally touched me. Step aside, Princess Diana! People have got tired of me saying he was the ‘effing Mozart of his age‘, I think.
This weekend is a busy one – or should be. One of my favourite watering holes, Beerwolf, are hosting a live music tribute on Sunday afternoon, marvellously entitled ‘Prince you’ve been gone‘. I suspect this might put a dent in my Sixth Form marking – sorry, people.
Whilst there’s an argument to be made that Shakespeare himself was a multi-faceted genius, you know me by now: I started thinking about who the Shakespearean ‘Prince’ might be. These were my criteria …
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Slowly but surely I’m building my Shakespeare Jukebox, with a soundtrack album for each play I tick off in the Ponytail Shakespeare read-through.
Here’s my Taming Of The Shrew Soundtrack Album (and I make no apologies at all for my dubious and decidedly old taste in music: let me know what’s missing, you young whippersnappers …
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I brave the wind from whichever quarter:
North, South, East, West? I care not! ‘Tis all one
To me. To me.
It’s a little-known fact that Shakespeare composed several of our best-known modern pop songs in iambic pentameter. Perhaps this is the most recognisable? I thought it apt to publish this on Christmas Eve, given the Queen ‘cover version’ was a Christmas Number One …
Can we call our meagre existence ‘real’?
Or but a crazéd artesanal dream,
Buried ‘neath a veritable av’lanche
With little chance to ‘scape our earthly lot?
Dear friend, go shed the scales that cloud thy sight,
Raise thy eyes from ground to God’s azure light,
Anon, see …
Continue reading “Bohemian Rhapsody, by William Shakespeare, esq.”