Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #64 (15.1)

 Good morning, Happy Hump Day and Happy St Patrick's Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts. 

Chan's birthday has arrived, and he is both excited and apprehensive. This is the first one since the death of his parents. He doesn't know what to expect from Evan and the kids. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. And then visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #64 (15.1)

Chan wasn’t sure what to expect on this, his first birthday since the death of his parents. Normally his mother made a special meal and fussed over him to his heart’s content. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen. No amount of wishing would bring them back.  He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to celebrate. On the one hand, it was his birthday. On the other, he almost felt guilty celebrating the occasion without them.

When he woke that morning, he decided he would simply allow his family to present their well wishes and bask in their love and understand. Undoubtedly they had something planned for him. He just had no idea what that might, and looked forward to finding out.

He had half expected that Evan would take a day off from work for the occasion. The night before, as they lay in bed, when he’d suggested doing that himself, Evan had glanced up from the book in his lap and asked, “Why? Do you feel ill?”

A startled Chan stammered he felt fine and rolled over. And that was that.

Maybe they were waiting for morning to arrive first. Maybe Evan was just playing with him. He consoled himself with that thought before falling asleep.

His idea was quickly dispelled the next day when he woke to find Evan up and dressed. Laksha and Kamal had finished their breakfast, and Laksha had already fed and dressed Madhu. The children bade a hurried good-bye as they rushed out the door as if they were going to a fire. Chan frowned at their retreating backs. Really? Not even a single birthday wish? Didn’t he merit that much?

As they were leaving, they let Denise in.  “I thought I would take Madhu to the park, it’s so nice,” she explained at the sight of Chan still in his sleep clothes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No problem,” Chan assured her.

As he watched, Evan finished his cup of coffee, rinsed it and set it into the dishwasher. 

“Well, I’m outta here. I’ll see you later.” He kissed Chan on the cheek. “Your breakfast is on the table.” He flew out the door without another word, which only added to Chan’s growing perturbation.

Didn’t anyone care enough to remember his birthday?

Denise picked up Madhu and her wolf, and selected a few toys, which she threw into a bag. “See you later, Chan,” she said as she exited the house. Madhu waved at him over Denise’s shoulder. That was something, anyway.

Chan took a quick glance at the food on the table and decided he didn’t want to eat. He picked up the plate. Tempted to throw it away, his frugality overcame his anger, and he put it into the refrigerator. Someone would surely want it later. He’d get something at work. In fact, maybe they would bring in doughnuts or something, in honor of his birthday.

Assuming anyone knew it was his birthday.

Chan grumpily stalked into his bedroom and dressed. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror only caused him to frown more deeply.

Get over yourself. It’s just a birthday. You are a grown man.

If only it was that easy.

The sound of the front door opening drew Chan from his funk. Who the hell could that be? Maybe Evan came back because he remembered what today was? He hurried into the living to find Evan there. Chan’s heart beat faster at the sight of him.

“Sorry, I forgot…”

Yes, yes, yes….

“I have some dry cleaning that’s ready to pick up. Do you mind getting it on your way home?”

Chan nodded mutely.

“Love you,” Evan added with another kiss on the cheek. This time he really left. Chan watched his car pull up the street, out of sight.

Happy birthday to me.

 to be continued

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Cia Nordwell


Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Wednesday Briefs: Waiting for Theodosia



Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

This week, I'm stepping away from my usual flash. But don't worry, In Pieces will return promptly next week, never fear! Today, however, is a special day, so I wanted to commemorate it in a special way. Today is the birthday of my favorite founding Father - Aaron Burr. Born Feb 6, 1756, he is 263 today. Happy Birthday to Aaron. I hope you enjoy this little tale. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Waiting for Theodosia

Spring in New York City was iffy at best. Surprisingly lamblike at times, more often it revealed the face of the lion in its chilly ferocity. Tonight was a night of infinite leonine grace. Aaron Burr pulled his cloak tighter about himself, fending off a stiff breeze. The cold in and of itself was not worrisome to him. He’d endured far worse as a soldier during the ill-fated march to Quebec. His concern was entirely for his daughter, Theodosia. She would be arriving soon, and he did not wish her to catch cold.

The docks of New York were quiet at night, silent ships riding gentle lapping waves. A stark contrast to a time when British ships held sway. So many ships they’d resembled a veritable forest.  Thirty-two thousand troops under the joint command of the Howe brothers. But that was long ago now.

He’d expected to sight Theodosia’s ship earlier in the day, but so far there had been no sign of the Patriot. Delays at sea were not uncommon, so Burr was not overly concerned. She would be with him soon, and that was all that mattered.

“Burr!”

Lost in thought, Burr had failed to hear anyone approach. He made a graceful pirouette to face the speaker. Being recognized was a common occurrence for Burr, especially here in New York where he had spent so much of his political career. And of course his stint as vice-president of the United States carried its own infamy.

This was one face he hadn’t expected to see, however.

“Hamilton!” Burr exclaimed. The two men shook hands.

“Damn cold out here,” Hamilton complained. “Just when you think winter is over and done with, it comes creeping back like a thief in the night.”

Burr repressed a smile at Hamilton’s outrage. He knew the other man was more bluster than anger, although he could be hotheaded and one would do well to be wary of him at those times.

“I’m surprised to see you down here at this hour,” Hamilton continued. “Taking the air? Sea air, that is?” He smirked, as if he’d said something very humorous.

“I’m awaiting my daughter,” Burr replied, not bothering to address the witticism. “The Patriot is expected today, but she must be running a little late.”

“Ah, Theodosia,” Hamilton said. “So much like her dear mother, isn’t she? And yet very much her father’s child.”

“I like to think so,” Burr murmured. Theodosia, named for his late wife, was indeed the apple of his eye, his reason for living. He had missed her sorely since her marriage and removal to the wilds of South Carolina. The only blessing which had been bestowed was his one and only grandchild, Aaron Burr Alston, whom he nicknamed Gampy. The child had taken to calling Burr Gampy as well, which was sometimes confusing to everyone but the two of them. “As much as her son is like his mother.”

“Indeed,” Hamilton said. A brief silence ensued. Burr eyed Hamilton curiously. No wonder the man complained of the cold. He was dressed as though he’d just come from the theater, bright colors and jewels, but not so much as a warm coat. What had he been thinking? Come to think of it, where had he been? With his latest mistress, perhaps? Maybe his sister-in-law, Angelica Church?

“What brings you here at this time of night, Alexander?” he asked.

Hamilton seemed momentarily taken aback, as if he’d not expected to be questioned in return. He fidgeted slightly. Burr, feeling sorry for the man, deftly changed the subject.

“How are you succeeding with your notion of starting a bank?” he asked solicitously.

Hamilton relaxed slightly, as if on more solid ground. In the wan moonlight which struggled to pierce the clouds which shrouded it, he still seemed more than a little furtive. What did this portend?

“I have gained my support,” he said cagily. “All is well.”

That was interesting news. Burr made a mental note to see what he could find out about the matter. If it was true, it might pave the way for others to do the same. After all, what sense was there in committing all of one’s eggs into one basket?

“You haven’t seen my son, Phillip, have you, Burr?” Hamilton’s next question seemed odd, being asked without any sort of context. Burr was momentarily confused.

“Seen your son?” he echoed. “No, that I have not.”

A frown marred Hamilton’s otherwise smooth forehead, his eyes uneasy. A heartbeat passed between them before Hamilton’s expression became peaceful once more. “Ah, young men. I’m sure he’s out and about, doing the sorts of things we did at his age.”

“Still do.” Now it was Burr’s turn to smirk. “Do you remember the time we were both seeing the same young lady, but neither was aware of the fact?”

“How could I forget? She played us both like a rare violin, did she not? Whatever became of her?”

“Last I heard, she married well and moved west. Maybe as far as Ohio.”

“That far?” Hamilton whistled softly.

Or was that the whinny of a horse?  The sharp clop-clop of hooves. A wandering traveler, perhaps? Or someone else waiting for the Patriot?

Burr turned back toward the sea. Where was that ship? A feeling of unease rose in his chest, a feeling of panic mingled with sorrow that he could not explain. A deep sense of dread.

Anxious for no reason he could name, he turned toward Hamilton. But no one was there.  Realization flowed through Burr like a chill.

How could he be? Burr had shot him in a duel, back in ‘04. His son dead two years before that, defending his father’s honor. Poor little Gampy dead of malaria at the age of nine. And his darling daughter Theodosia lost at sea. No matter how often he roamed the docks in search of her.

Gone, all gone.

Feeling incredibly alone, Aaron Burr fell to his knees and began to sob.

Happy Birthday, Aaron!

                                                                                                                               
















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Monday, February 6, 2017

Happy Birthday Aaron Burr!

Recently, while celebrating my daughter Sarah's graduation from college, we were drinking in a local pub, and the discussion briefly turned to the musical Hamilton, which both Sarah and I are very obsessed with, although for different reasons. My son said to me, "You probably never even heard of Aaron Burr before Hamilton." I had to laugh at that.



That is far from the truth. Actually, I've been a Burrite since even before Lyn-Manuel Miranda was born, some forty-odd years now. I read a novel called Blennerhassett when I was a teenager, and that did it. But my interest was reawakened when, through Sarah, I discovered the musical, which I had previously dismissed as "just hip-hop". Well, that teaches me not to be so quick to judge. Give something a try before you decide whether you like it or not, and don't hate a genre, hate or dislike a song on its own merits.

At any rate. I have begun doing a lot more reading about Burr, Hamilton, and the whole Revolutionary War period. And today is a very special day indeed. Aaron Burr, Jr. was born on February 6, 1756.

Aaron's grandfather on his mother's side was Jonathan Edwards, the fire-and-brimstone preacher most famous for his sermon "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God", in which he visualizes God dangling people like spiders from his fingers over the fires of hell and damnation. Aaron's father was Aaron Burr, Sr. He was a minister and was also the head of New Jersey College (which became known as Princeton).


In the musical Hamilton, a great deal is made of Hamilton being an orphan, he says he "grew up on the wild" - his father split when he was ten, and his mother died when he was twelve (they were both sick at the time). He moved in with a cousin, and that cousin committed suicide. Pretty tragic, I admit.

But by the time he was two, Aaron had lost both parents and both grandparents, so never really knew them. He was raised by his mother's brother, his uncle Timothy Edwards, who besides Aaron and his sister took care of his own siblings when they were orphaned and another sibling's children. It must have been hard to get individual attention with such a brood to look after!



Aaron was brilliant and precious from a young age. He attended Princeton early and graduated when he was only sixteen. He joined the army and was a decorated soldier. He was part of the arduous trek to take Quebec, and acquitted himself bravely in the battle in which General Montgomery was killed. As LM puts it - "I was a captain under General Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec".

While a soldier, he met Theodosia Prevost, whose husband was a British officer engaged in fighting against the rebels. They began a relationship, and after her husband was killed, they married, and he became father to her three children. They had one child of their own, a daughter also named Theodosia. Burr's was died of cancer in 1794, and he became a single parent. He raised his daughter to be strong, and he made sure she received the finest education available, which was unusual for women in those days. She was renowned for her beauty and her accomplishments, and played hostess for her father. When he sent her a message that she was to entertain the Mohawk chief, Joseph Brant, she never hesitated, organized a dinner for his reception, and by all accounts it was a great success.



Well, I didn't intend to write Aaron's bio here, just wanted to present facets of his amazing personality for the benefit of those who only see him in terms of the duel. There was much more to the man than that.

There are a number of great books about him, including Fallen Founder by Nancy Isenberg, and Burr, a novel by Gore Vidal, both of which I really enjoyed.


Someday I hope to see Hamilton, both the original cast when they release the DVD, and live, whenever I can get tickets, probably years from now. But until then, I have books about him as well as his journal and memoirs.


Happy Birthday, Aaron, with all my love!



Sunday, July 8, 2012

Sunday Salute - Happy Birthday, Percy Grainger

On July 8, 1882, one of my favorite composers was born - Percy Grainger - and to celebrate his 130th birthday, I'm going to salute him today. Most people today will not know who he is, or what he did, but he was a very prolific composer and extraordinary pianist. He was very popular in his day, comparable to the rock stars of today. He was very good looking and very charismatic. But deep within, there was a lot more to Percy than that, including having to care for his ill mother from an early age (she'd contracted syphilis from her husband and it wasn't curable then), and his predilection for the whips. He was also well known as a collector of folk songs and an arranger, as well. Next time you hear Irish Air From County Derry, you might be listening to one of Percy's arrangements. Don't know that song? Maybe you know the more popular title - Danny Boy.

I first became interested in Percy and his life and music in a roundabout way - through the film Moulin Rouge. How does that connect to Percy Grainger, you ask? Well, I fell in love with the Duke, and the Duke was played by actor Richard Roxburgh. Naturally, I had to look up more of his films, and one of those was something called Passion, which co-starred Barbara Hershey. It was a bio-pic of composer Percy Grainger. I bought the movie and fell in love, began reading books about Percy, including the marvelous John Bird biography, and the rest, as they say is history. For more information, go visit the Percy Project.

So, happy birthday, Percy, and many happy returns. You are, and shall ever be, close to my heart!





Percy Aldridge Grainger is the most famous composer/pianist ever to emerge from the Australian continent - an enigmatic, complicated man whose amazing talents produced far-reaching effects on the musical world, and yet who remains vastly unknown today, even in his native land. He was born on July 8, 1882 in Brighton, a suburb of Melbourne, to John and Rose Grainger. Although originally christened George Percy Grainger, he began to use the name Percy Aldridge Grainger, somewhere around 1912, in tribute to his mother's family. One can only speculate as to his feelings toward his father at that point. John Grainger was an engineer/architect of considerable ability, most noted for his design of the Princes Bridge in Melbourne.

Percy was primarily raised by his mother Rose, a strong, intelligent woman possessed of musical ability whose family hailed from Adelaide, and who had visions of her son as a gifted musician even before his birth. From the ages of five to ten, she painstakingly tutored him on the piano, instilling a deep and abiding love of music in the boy which never flagged during his lifetime. His only formal education was a brief stint of a few months at the Misses Turner's Preparatory School for Boys in South Yarra, a time during which he "ran home madly as soon as school was out, to avoid fights with other boys", sometime about 1894-95. Other than that, Rose handled his general education. Even as a child, Percy was fascinated by the sounds of nature, and had many happy memories of the time spent at his beloved Albert Park in Melbourne, watching and listening to the waves of the Albert Park Lake, which in time led to his interest in and development of his Free Music...

By 1890, John Grainger had moved out of the family home, never to return. Rose turned Percy's musical education after the age of ten over to Dr. Louis Pabst, feeling that she had taken her son as far as she could, and on July 9, 1894, Percy made his public debut at Melbourne's Masonic Hall to excellent reviews.

The next year, after a hugely successful farewell Benefit Concert in The Melbourne Town Hall, Rose Grainger moved the two of them to Germany, so that Percy could have better study opportunities with the finest teachers in Europe. There he formed some of the friendships which were to last throughout most of his life among his fellow students - Roger Quilter, Balfour Gardiner, Cyril Scott, and Norman O'Neill. This group of young composers, along with Percy, became known as the Frankfurt Five. They called him Perks, encouraged one another in their compositional ambitions. Here Percy also met another lifelong friend, Danish cellist Herman Sandby, who saw great things in the music of this wild-haired young Australian.

At this time, Rose Grainger's health was not the best. Known only to her young son, she suffered from syphilis, which she had contracted from her alcoholic, womanizing husband, and which at that time was incurable. The disease would flare up from time to time and she would find herself unable to make a living for herself and her son. On top of that, she had an accident in which she slipped on some ice, coupled with a nervous collapse, which left Percy as sole provider for the family.

He performed at recitals, accompanied singers and gave private piano lessons, while Rose was forced to recuperate for months, nursed chiefly by her son. In 1901, Rose and Percy bade farewell to Germany and set their sights on making their way in London. The thirteen years that they were to spend there saw Percy firmly establish his reputation as a world-class pianist. He gave many recitals, frequently in the homes of the well-to-do. He was not fond of doing this, much preferring to compose rather than put himself on display for what he considered to be the idle rich. But it was what he had to do to keep himself and Rose, as well as his ailing father.

He made many useful contacts in this way, and met fellow composers who became his friends - Grieg, Delius, Vaughan Williams, among others. Cyril Scott had come to London before Percy and they happily resumed their friendship, although Rose kept a firm hand on Percy's time and energies, controlling every facet of his life, including his love life. Percy had a patroness, Lilith Lowrey, a fortyish married member of society, who insisted that he become her lover if he wanted to continue to receive the benefit of her patronage, and he had no choice but to obey, losing his virginity to her at the age of twenty.

Percy loved his mother very much, and was a very dutiful son. He had taken on the responsibility of caring for her since the departure of his architect father, and was determined to put Rose above everything else. Through his friend Sandby, he met and fell in love with a young Danish woman, Karen Holten, and they continued a close relationship for eight years, primarily via correspondence, and vacations taken together about once a year. Percy realized, however, that he could not marry Karen or any other woman at that time, for no woman would consent to take a back seat to his mother, and he could not abrogate the responsibility which he had taken upon himself. So reluctantly he let Karen go and she married another, although they maintained a friendship until her death in 1953. He composed a piece of music on the occasion of her marriage, Bridal Lullaby.

It was during his time in England that he developed an interest in folksong collecting, an enthusiasm also shared by his friend Cecil Sharp. He spent much time going about the English countryside, particularly in Lincolnshire, gathering the songs of the folk singers and recording them on cylinders, a practice not much used before. One of his arrangements of the song Country Gardens eventually became the best known of his works, overshadowing his other compositions, and it brought in a comfortable income until he died. This was to his chagrin, for he was dismayed that people would remember him for such a light piece, and never get to know the other more important things that he had done.

In 1914, with the war in Europe breaking out, Percy and Rose decided that it was not safe for them to remain there any longer, and feared an untimely end to Percy's budding musical career if he should have to fight in the army. A pacifist by nature, he did not believe in the unsportsmanlike, unmanly way in which modern wars had come to be conducted, and wanted no part of them. So he and Rose left the country, coming to America, which had been of interest to him for some time. There, he was embraced by the American public and his career took off.

He took as an agent Antonia Sawyer, who became a good friend as well. In 1917, amid the jeers of people back in England who called him a coward, he decided to enlist in the army, bought a soprano saxophone and marched off to Fort Totten. He enlisted under the name of PA Grainger, and was immediately transferred to Fort Hamilton, South Brooklyn, as a member of the 15th Band of the Coast Artillery Corps under band leader Rocco Resta. Because there was a surplus of saxophones, Percy was given an oboe to play and contentedly played in anonymity until at one of the band's concerts, he was recognized by a reporter and flushed out for who he really was. He spent the war years giving concerts and helping to raise funds for such organizations as the Red Cross, for which he made a lifelong commitment of assistance.

Percy's stint in the army led to his interest in composing for wind bands, and he was one of the first composers to realize their potential. He wrote a beautiful suite, Lincolnshire Posy, based on several songs he had collected. Besides Country Gardens, some of his other successful compositions included Molly on the Shore, Shepherd's Hey and Irish Tune From County Derry (Danny Boy).

In 1921, Percy purchased a home in White Plains, New York, for himself and Rose, whose health was deteriorating. His next door neighbors were Tonie and Frederick Morse (Tonie was Antonia Sawyer's niece, and eventually became Percy's manager, while Frederick acted as secretary and wrestling partner). Percy and Rose had never been separated for more than three weeks at a time throughout his life, even while he was on tour, but in early 1922, she was unable to accompany him on a two-month tour of the Pacific coast and Canada. Perhaps Rose felt that her control of Percy was slipping, perhaps she agonized over his need for a wife versus her need to be the most important person in his life, or perhaps her syphilis had become too overwhelming for her to handle any longer. There were also rumours of an incestuous relationship existing between her and Percy, the result of a bitter ex-girlfriend who blamed Rose for the breakup of her relationship with Percy. Whatever the reason, on April 30, 1922, she plunged from the eighteenth floor of the Aeolian Building in New York, where Antonia Sawyer had her office. Percy was conducting the Los Angeles Philharmonic at the time. When he reached his dressing room, a telegram awaited him stating that his mother had died. It was only on the train trip back to New York that a distraught Percy learned the details of her death.

Rose's death was a blow from which Percy never fully recovered. He traveled and went on tours, collecting folk songs in Denmark with Evald Tang Kristensen. In Norway, he saw Frederick Delius again for the first time in many years, and was saddened at the state of his friend's deteriorating health (Delius also suffered from syphilis). In 1924 Percy became a vegetarian (he referred to it as meat-shunment, part of his blue-eyed English - a quixotic attempt to expunge the English language of all words of Latin and Greek derivation). 

In 1926, while returning to America from Australia aboard the RMMS Aorangi, he met and fell in love with a Swedish poet/courtesan - Ella Viola Ström. It was love at first sight for the heartsick Percy, but he did not immediately win over the girl of his dreams. He courted her assiduously, visiting with her at her home in Pevensey Bay, England, while she communicated with her Japanese lover, Iyemasa Tokugawa, as to ending their relationship and marrying Percy. Apparently he gave his consent, for they were wed at the Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles on August 9, 1928, before a crowd of some 20,000 who had attended Percy's concert there. For the occasion, he wrote a piece of music for his bride - To A Nordic Princess. They remained married until Percy's death in 1961. This marriage produced no offspring.

Some of Percy's more ambitious compositions include The Warriors (Music for an Imaginary Ballet), Random Round, In A Nutshell, The Jungle Book among others. He was one of the foremost pianists of his era, and his skill is still evident in the CDs which are available of his works, which were originally recorded on cylinders and on Duo-Art Recording Piano rolls He spent many years working on his concept of free music, building machines which would eliminate the need for a performer, and he developed the forerunner of the modern synthesizer. He also developed the idea of beatless music and in 1908 came up with a prototype of the modern sports bra, so his lover could comfortably run with him.

He remained very outspoken in his views, and often contradicted his words with his actions. He championed composer Henry Cowell when others turned their backs on him for what was at that time viewed as moral turpitude, kept in touch with him while Cowell was in prison and allowed him to be released to his guardianship, where he employed him at the Graingers' White Plains home. He was very publicity conscious, and this too coloured the things that he did. Viewed by some as a racist, he actually liked all people, and worked assiduously to introduce the public to types of music not commonly heard - claiming that music was dominated by the Germans and Russians, to the detriment of other nations - Polynesians, Africans, Asians, to name a few.

He was a champion of physical fitness, and stayed in top form throughout his life. He designed clothing from colourfully patterned towel material, as well as beaded necklaces. He loved Kipling, and spent over fifty years on his musical studies of the Jungle Book, which contain some of the most beautiful choral music ever written. He had an affinity for writing startlingly compelling chromatic harmonies which is equaled by few composers.

He began building a museum for himself in Melbourne in 1932, in order not just to collect the pieces of his life, but to help to understand the influences that came to bear in making him the person that he was. A prolific archivist, his correspondence is simply amazing to behold, and is currently in the process of being catalogued. Also in the Grainger Museum are many of his instruments and memorabilia from the people in his life, including life-sized dummies wearing their original clothes (which he requested from his friends, as well as copies of all correspondence).

Percy Aldridge Grainger was a man ahead of his time in many ways. If he had been born at a later time, today he would probably be a cultural phenomenon, gracing the pages of supermarket tabloids worldwide with his striking Adonis looks, his immense talent for the keyboard as well as his talent for being controversial, and for his antics both on stage and off - including his various athletic leaps upon the stage, being mistakenly arrested for vagrancy (more than once), moving pianos on stage, his espousal of blue-eyed English, his relationship with his mother and his proclivity toward the use of whips in his sex-life. Percy Grainger was indeed one of a kind.


Go to YouTube, go to your library, start listening to Percy's music now. You'll be glad you did! You'll see why I love this man so!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Early Happy Birthday, Gary!

Those people who know me well know that my favorite obsession...er, actor... is Englishman Gary Oldman. I've been head over heels for him for over eighteen years. He's just as beautiful to me now as he was then, even more so. I'm sorry that he lost his bid for an Oscar this year for his performance in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, but being nominated was something, anyway. As far as I'm concerned, the Oscars are fairly meaningless, as they are not a true barometer of talent, or what was the best in any given field, but a political fashion statement. But let's put that aside and concentrate on Gary, shall we? I would have done this tomorrow, but tomorrow's Wednesday, and that means Wednesday Brief, so a day early.

Gary was born March 21, 1958. I am not going to give his bio here, it's easy to find. I'm just going to post some pics and say Happy Birthday to a very talented and incredibly handsome man!

I think this is my favorite picture of him ever!













He was so dead sexy in this! Who could tell this man no? Not me! I loved the backstory with Mina in this. I cried when she broke his heart for that sissy Harker (horribly played by Keanu Reeves). This version comes closest to the book that I've seen. I really hate the Frank Langella version. I saw it at the theatre and wanted my money back.






From the movie he was nominated for, Tinker Tailor Soldier, Spy. Unfortunately I haven't had a chance to see it  yet, but I hear it's quite good.








Apparently, Gary gave up the Golden Globes to wear Prada. And yes, he once played the Devil. Appropriate!  Not to mention, he looks very hot in that. Of course, he looks hot in anything - or nothing!















Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather. I had loved Sirius before Gary got the role, I only loved him more afterward. My all-time favorite HP character, the one I've played the most, and written more fanfiction about. He didn't die, by the way. That was a vicious rumour started by Lord Voldemort.  (Shhh, don't try to burst my bubble!)











Here lies Mason Verger... literally. Character from Hannibal. I love the Hannibal series, and was totally ecstatic when Gary got this role. If you didn't know it was him, you wouldn't recognize him. He added his own touch to the part, of course. If you watched the movie but didn't read the book, let me tell you that that was not how Mason died, being thrown to the boars by Cordell. His sister killed him, using a huge eel. But Margot Verger is missing from the film. I believe there were credit issues involved with this film.


I really liked Shelley Runyon (obviously, I use the name in my email!) Surprisingly, since Shelley is a staunch Republican and rather conservative. Although he is painted as the villain in The Contender, he really isn't, and he is simply upholding his ideals. However, there were issues with the script, I know. Makes me wonder if movie studios aren't as difficult as publishers to work with at times.


Norman Stansfield - The Professional. I love this film, and I love Gary in it! This is one I can get my son to watch with me, also the next one I'm going to post. This was Natalie Portman's first film, and she's awesome in it.




Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg - The Fifth Element. This may have been written when Luc Besson was a teenager - and yes, in some ways you can tell it is - but it's still a good film and I never get tired of it.






Commissioner James Gordon - Batman Begins and Dark Knight. Great films, I loved them, can't wait for the next one. My daughter likes to refer to him here as Ned Flanders, because of his moustache.










Who could possibly resist this smile?  Not me!










Dead fucking sexy!













Air Force One. Alas, he dies at the end, kicked off Harrison Ford's plane. Good film, though, and he's good in it.















So in conclusion, I wish to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the sexiest man ever!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARY, AND MANY MORE!

♥ Julie

Monday, March 21, 2011

Happy Birthday, Gary!

Today is a special day, so it calls for a special blog - a tribute to my favorite actor, Gary Oldman, whose birthday is today.  He was born March 21st, 1948, and is 53 years young today!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARY!

I first became aware of Gary over 17 years ago, when I watched Dracula for the first time, and I fell in love!










Since then I've been catching up on his prior body of work, and keeping up as well as I can with the new ones. He was born in England,  and one of his older sisters is an actress - Laila Morse. She played Mo in a series there called Eastenders. He was married first to Leslie Manville, they have a son named Alfie, who's a teenager now. Then came the illfated marriage to Uma Thurman, which was childless, followed by an equally ill-fated union with Donya Fiorentino (sister of Linda Fiorentinto of MIB fame) which produced two sons - Gulliver and Charlie. That ended in divorce and was followed by his fourth marriage to Alexandra Edenborough.

 Everybody know Fifth Element? I love this movie for many reasons, not the least of which is Gary. Considering it was written by a teen-aged Luc Besson, it's an interesting film, and besides Gary, we have Bruce Willis, Ian Holm and Milla Jovovich. It has some resemblance to Bladerunner, but not in any bad way, particularly the scenes with the police cars, and the Chinese floating restaurant. Guys appreciate it no doubt for Milla Jovovich's scanty outfit. For the other nerds out there, the song that the Plava Laguna sings at her concert is from an actual opera, Lucia di Lammermoor, and if you look on You Tube, there is a great rendition of it by a singer named Vitas.

Another really good Gary film is The Professional, which saw the debut of a very young Natalie Portman, and also features Jean Reno in the title role (it's also known as Leon). Gary plays Norman Stansfield, a fucked-up pillpopping member of the DEA. Natalie is Matilda, who has a rather fucked-up family. When her father tries to burn Stansfield in a drug deal, he kills them. Luckily, Matilda isn't home. When she returns, she takes refuse with the hit man next door, Leon. Great film, even my kids like it, which says a lot.

I also happen to be fond of The Contender, in which Gary plays Sheldon Runyon, state rep from Illinois. There is a need to choose a new vice president, and one of the top contenders is Laine Hanson, played by Joan Allen. She isn't Shelley's choice, and he feels she's all wrong. A smear campaign ensues, when dirty pictures turn up from her college days, pictures she won't answer the question to - is it her or not. She feels that if she were a man, no one would ask. The president is played by Jeff Bridges, and Christian Slater is the junior member of Congress who is learning his way around, and shares a steak sandwich with the President in one scene.  If you look closely, you'll see Gary's manager Doug Urbanski in one scene.  There was controvsery over this film, which Rod Lurie scripted, in which Gary said that the script was changed to make Shelley out to be the heavy when he isn't.  I can see his point.

Gary is never afraid to look less than handsome for a role, as evidenced by his stint in the film Hannibal as deformed wealthy pervert Mason Verger.Not pretty, is he?  Mason got that way because of Hannibal Lecter, but it's hard to feel sorry for him when you realize he's a pedophile (and if you read the book, he molested his sister Margot, whose character is missing from the movie). This is the last of the Hannibal films, chronologically speaking, although Hannibal Rising was made after it, and is pretty good. Gaspad Ulliel got Anthony's Hannibal spot on. I'm sorry but Brian Cox just doesn't cut it once I saw Anthony in the role.

In two recent films, Gary's had a recurring role - that of Lieutenant, now Commissioner, James Gordon. The third film and last film comes out next year, I think. They say there will be no more, I'm not convinced of that, so we'll have to see.


Here's a pic from his new film, Red Riding Hood. I can't afford to see it yet, alas. It looks interesting. I try to watch everything he's in. I can't honestly say every film is good, but the ones that aren't are not because of him. I don't recommend The Unborn, and if you watch the Scarlet Letter, be prepared to find some changes, not for the better. The Book of Eli is good, though, I enjoyed that.











And of course the role that is probably closest to my heart. Sirius Black. My first non celebrity rp role. My first celebrity role was Gary, of course.  I've loved Sirius ever since I met him in the books, and finding out that Gary was to play him was but the icing on the cake. Most of my fanfiction is of the Remus/Sirius variety, and I only have two which acknowledge his death. I cried over the fifth book, and then I cried over the sixth and refused to have anything to do with the seventh. I haven't seen any of the movies past OOTP and don't intend to. I think what she did to Remus was a travesty, but I won't get on my soapbox and bore you.







There are lots more films, of course. Prick Up your Years (which I reference in For Love of Max), Tiptoes, I Think the World of You, State of Grace, Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (wonderful comedy featuring the characters from Hamlet), Criminal Law(a really interesting film, with Kevin Bacon), Murder in the First, Air Force One (with Harrison Ford), Basquiat, Immortal Beloved (he played Beethoven), Romeo is Bleeding (a film noir about a dirty cop) and more.

He is and always will be my favorite actor.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARY!