My familiarity with Wagner’s music is not extensive, but I like several things that I have heard, even including, once in a very great while, the “Prelude and Liebestod” from Tristan und Isolde. Some of my favorites are the Sailors’ Chorus from Der fliegende Holländer, and from Tannhäuser the absolutely fabulous march “The Entrance of the Wedding Guests” and the Overture. In fact, I was so impressed by these last two that I obtained the full scores and did piano reductions of them, omitting nothing, for purposes of learning how they were orchestrated.
Wagner is a master melodist who decided his gift was irrelevant to his artistic vision. For this I suspect we have to thank Schopenhauer and ultimately Kant! For my views on the paramount importance of melody see my article Evaluating Music—and Franz Lehar.
I forget exactly when I gave myself the assignment of writing the most preposterous and inappropriate lyrics possible to the great tune of the Tannhäuser Overture. I invite you now to fire up your stereo and match these words to Wagner’s melody:
To the Tune of the Tannhäuser Overture:
Oh me, oh my,
I like a butterfly flying.
Oh me, oh my,
Don’t like to hear small babies crying.
Aren’t kittens too cute?
Very frisky to boot.
Hey, that’s sort of redundant—
What was I thinking of?
I was raised on a farm;
“Pops” would raise an alarm
Lest the crops come to harm
When crows got in the corn.
We had scarecrows, it’s true.
But there’s not much they do;
’Cause the crows will get used
To scarecrows pretty quickly.
One day I said: “Pa,
“When cares start to gnaw
“Simply go ‘Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la’—
“Go ‘Me, oh my,
(Strings: flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap)
“ ‘I like a butterfly flying.
(Strings: flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap)
“ ‘Oh me, oh my,
(Strings: flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap)
“ ‘Don’t like to hear small babies crying.
(Strings: wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah)
“ ‘Aren’t kittens too cute?
(Strings: yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
“ ‘Very frisky to boot.
(Strings: heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh)
“ ‘Hey, that’s sort of redundant—
(Strings: er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er, er)
“ ‘What was I thinking of?’ ”
(Strings: eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?, eh?)
Papa reached for a gun—
(oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops)
I said, “Pops, I’m your son,
(oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops)
And you have just the one.”
(oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops)
Three shots rang ’mid the corn.
(oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops, oops)
Smart to duck I was not,
(quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack)
And the farm I had bought.
(moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo)
I had one final thought
(ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!)
While sinking ’neath a scarecrow:
(yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
(“Oh me, oh my,
(“I like a butterfly flying.
(“Oh me, oh my,
(“Don’t like to hear small babies crying.
(“Kittens … frisky plus cute!
(“Oops … redundant … aw, shoot …”)
(Edited by Rodney Rawlings on 8/06, 7:45am)
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