HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1992-07-08, Page 51 Arthur Black
THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, JULY 8,1992. PAGE 5.
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It’s time for
the Silly Season
again in news
business
Here in Canada, the word ‘summer’ is
synonymous with a lot of things - suntans,
swimming, no school, two weeks at the lake,
mosquitoes, gardens ...
In the newspaper business, summer means
just one thing.
It means The Silly Season.
We call it that because, come late June or
early July, the traditional news sources
suddenly evaporate. The National Hockey
League season is (barely) over. It's usually
too hot to fight wars or stage protest
marches. Businesses slow to an equatorial
crawl as employees and management types
devise ingenious schemes to wangle three or
four day weekends. Members of Parliament
(always a fertile oasis for stories of graft,
duplicity and bedrock stupidity) have closed
their Ottawa offices and gone back to their
constituencies to answer for their sins.
Each summer you'll notice that the front
pages of newspapers, which all year were
full of solemn articles about the
Constitutional Crisis, sundry impending
environmental catastrophes and the ongoing
For most of us,
music plays
a big part
in our lives
I am not sure how many people are
acquainted to Schubert's short, but famous,
song entitled simply: “To Music.” The
melody is one which is difficult to forget, as
are the words, which form the basis for this
article.
Noble art, in how many gloomy hours,
when I am caught up in the whirlpool of life,
you have kindled the warmth of love in my
heart; you have carried me away to a better
world .. . Noble Art, for this I thank you.
I would imagine that, for most of my
readers, music plays a part in their life. How
else can you explain, for example, that you
tend to sing when you are happy, that we
sing, not recite, our national anthem, not to
mention all kinds of other events, notably
weddings, church services and the like.
It is to Schubert himself, that I owe some
of my childhood happiness. When you arrive
in a new country, things do not always go as
smoothly as you might like but I can
honestly say that it was a happy day, indeed,
for me when I discovered in the attic of the
house in which we were living a whole pile
of Schubert's songs. I spent hours beside the
phonograph listening to them. It was one of
those old phonographs which, if I remember
correctly, you had to wind up every 1 1/2
records. How times have changed!
threat of nuclear proliferation, have been
taken over by tales of people frying eggs on
sidewalks. Or bungie jumping naked off
bridges. Or keeping 14-foot anacondas in
their bathrooms. Dopey stories. Goofy
stories. Nonsensical stories.
Ergo, the Silly Season.
Simply put, each summer finds your
average newspaper scribbler with not too
much to scribble about. So, like a trout
fisherman in a played-out pool, we start
casting about for smaller fry. We enter a
period of prolonged navel-gazing.
Which is how, a few weeks ago I came to
find myself writing about err .. . navels.
Belly buttons, to put it in the vernacular. I
mused about what a useless non-appendage
the belly button is. I speculated on how long
it would take advertisers to make us feel
unfulfilled in the belly button department
and come up with a produce we could lather
on to make us feel more secure in our belly
buttonhood.
As columns go, it wasn't one I’d submit for
a Pulitzer, but it was okay. Amusing. Perfect
for the Silly Season. And as I put the
finishing touches to it, I remember thinking
‘Well, at least I won't have to answer any
letters over this one. ’
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
The mail is still coming in. Not hate mail,
exactly, but the correspondence does suggest
that my knowledge of navels is somewhat
inadequate.
Or as one writer put it: “Poor Arthur.
What you know about navels wouldn't fill a
bat's belly button.”
In the countries in which I have lived, I
have grown accustomed to a wide variety of
music. One of the most memorable was the
fados of Portugal, which is as close to a folk
song as that country comes. By and large the
songs are a longing for the glory of times
past. I'm not sure how good your history is,
but in our day in school we learned about
such famous men as Vasco da Gama et
Bartholomeu Diaz, the celebrated
Portuguese explorers who did such a great
deal to put their country on the map. Thus
the fados express the feeling of “saudade” or
longing for the glories and pleasures of the
past: Many of them have haunting melodies
and words; they certainly come closer to
expressing the emotions of a nation than any
others I have heard. Perhaps, if you have a
Portuguese friend or two, they will explain
these songs to you a bit more than I have.
If opera can be said to be a part of any
country, it has to be Italy which enjoys that
honour. Not surprisingly, many of the most
famous composers of this genre are Italian
and, even if they were not, the libretto or
words are in Italian. It goes without saying
that the Italians take their opera very
seriously; I am sure that if any singer
committed the unpardonable sin of
forgetting a line, there are any number ot
people in the audience who could supply it
immediately. It should come as no surprise
to leam that, although the Italians have a
national anthem, they also have an unofficial
one which comes from Verdie's first
important opera, Nebuchadnezzar. During
the opera there is a touching chorus, “Va
Pensiero,” sung by the Hebrew captives
longing to return to their homeland. The
Italians could relate to this at the time, being
under the control of the Austro-Hungarian
A Paris, Ontario writer asked: “Did you
know that an American armed forces
pamphlet was banned because it contained a
drawing of Adam and Eve without navels?”
The writer says that some American
congressmen were offended by the
pamphlet, “claiming it impugned the majesty
of the Almighty by implying He created
something with no earthly (or heavenly) use,
that is, belly buttons.”
But when you think about it - why would
Adam and Eve have belly buttons?
Another correspondent wrote: “I'm
surprised you haven't heard about one of the
most cherished gifts a bride could receive. I
speak of the mink belly button warmer (with
a rhinestone in the middle). Makes an
excellent gift for Christmas or Thanksgiving
... or whenever the temperature drops
below five degrees.”
And then there was the letter from a
Hamilton umbilicophile. He writes:
“Useless? Far from it . . . Arthur, my wife is
possessed of one of the great belly buttons in
this world. Not only is it in exactly the right
place, it is also deep. Very deep. Large
enough to hold more than a thimbleful of
champagne or or even cognac. This amazing
virtue has earned my wife's navel the
monker ‘lhe shot glass of heaven’. Arthur,
you haven't' truly lived until you've sampled
your favourite spirit from the navel of your
loved one.”
I say, let's hear it for the Silly Season.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to buy a
mickey of Grand Marnier and a very small
mink stole.
Empire. The only other country that comes
close to this phenomenon is Australia; I
would hazard a guess that most people
consider “Waltzing Mathilda” to be the
national anthem. It is not!
All this brings me back to Schubert. It is
he, more than any other composer, who is
responsible for the popularity of the
“Lieder” which is nothing more than the
German word for “songs.” Many of them are
based on poems written by famous German
speaking writers, above all Goethe. Many of
them are happy, many are sad but all work
on your emotions. Take a look at some of
the titles: Flower Language, Lullaby, The
Stars, To the Moon, First Loss, Take my
Greeting, the list is endless. Perhaps his most
famous is an entire cycle of songs, entitled
“The Maid of the Mill” in which the young
man singing goes through an entire gamut of
emotions.
I learned during one of my watchings of
Star Trek - The New Generation, that the
mind has to dream in order to function
properly over any period of time. I would
venture that we would be far worse off
emotionally if we did not have the ability to
sing, to listen to singing and to partake in the
emotions which such activity arouses.
Congreve came closest to it when he said
that music has charms to soothe the savage
beast, to soften rocks, or bend the knotted
oak.”
The
By Bonnie Gropp
Community
spirit makes
FunFest special
I had fun!
This past weekend marked another
successful FunFest chapter in the Brussels'
history books and as usual a good time was
had by all.
The idea for FunFest took shape five
years ago after the village enjoyed a very
successful 115th anniversary celebration
homecoming. Held the weekend after
Canada Day, it was likened by many to a
large family picnic. Former residents
returned to enjoy some nostalgia,
newcomers were treated to some Brussels
hospitality. One of the highlights was the
presence of John Ainley, a direct descendant
of the founder of Brussels, William Henry
Ainley. So successful were the four days that
it planted the seed in the minds of organizers
which eventually spawned the annual
FunFest.
It took a year to get off the ground, but in
1990, thanks to the efforts of community
volunteers, groups and businesses, Brussels
hosted its first FunFest, which proved to be
as successful as the homecoming two years
earlier.
Since then, "Ontario's Prettiest Village"
has come alive as hordes of people gather
for a weekend that keeps you so busy you
don't realize you're exhausted.
In 1987, when the 115th anniversary was
held I had lived in Brussels for 11 years.
Living only a short distance from my
birthplace (I'm a Listowelite) I never really
made an effort to integrate myself into the
community because my old friends were still
close at hand. Being an introvert, that was
easy to do and a good excuse. That weekend,
however, one Brussels friend wouldn't let
me hide away and thrust me out to
experience some of the community
friendship in my new home. And that
weekend for the first time I began to think of
Brussels that way - as my new home.
The homecoming, like the FunFests that
followed, had the atmosphere of a huge
family party. It's no secret that FunFest is
never going to be a huge tourist attraction
such as events held in other communities.
Actually, if you were to stand back and look
around it's easy to see that the majority of
people in attendance at most FunFest events
are Brusselites, past or present, and their
guests. When the idea for FunFest began it
was with the concept that it be a fundraiser
for community betterment thus FunFest is
perhaps better described as an example of
the spirit that lives in our small towns and
villages.
Our guests for the weekend were quite
impressed with the FunFest and, if their
comments were any indication, by the
village as a whole. They were greeted
warmly by any they met and appeared to
have enjoyed themselves immensely.
Though attendance was not as high at
some events as it has been in other years,
due in part I imagine to the many things
happening in other places and to the
somewhat chilly temperatures, the feeling
that has surrounded FunFest from the
beginning seems as prevalent now as it did
the first year.
We should again tip our hats to the
people who worked so hard to make it a
success. Also, those who demonstrated their
support by their participation in this
community event should pat themselves on
the back. It is that spirit that makes
communities such as ours so special.