Singing-Masters
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
— William Butler Yeats
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Durante |
Shari Lewis |
One wonders whether Yeats will spend at least some small part of eternity in the pleasant company of Jimmy Durante and Shari Lewis, whom I would want to have among my singing-masters. One also hopes that tonight they are celebrating Durante’s birthday in that very pleasant part of heaven called Shariland. Hence tonight’s site music, “The Song That Never Ends.” This could, of course, easily become more hellish than heavenly if Durante were not himself present to yell, at an appropriate time, “Stop the music!”