It's almost new year here in Denmark, and I just want to wish all members and staff of MIMF a happy and joyful new year!! :cheers::cheers::guitar:
All the best,
Frederik
All the best,
Frederik
Happy New Year 2019!
- Thread starter Frederik Magle
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elderpiano
Member
A blessed happy and healthy New Year, Mr. Magle and family. Thank you for your wonderful music forums.
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John Watt
Member
At first I saw "Happy New Year 2019" and "elderpiano",
and seeing this is the first 2019 happy new year I saw here, I decided to look.
That was about saying to elderpiano, hey you started it, saying new years' 2019.
How about doing this at the top of the forums, "information", where it's still 2018?
I was thinking of doing that, but my name shows too many times on thread titles.
But then... crescendo... no... and that's a strenuous operatic no... it was the as-yet-untitled Frederik Magle!
I wish he could conduct me throughout my new year. I know it would be a better life to live.
If he would stick up for me, I know my life would be pointed in a better direction.
Judging by his photo, as far as Auld Lang Syne goes, it really looks like he's trying to stomp it out.
My lamentations, admonitions, dissertations, contritions, salutations and negotiations,
eventually settling down to become resolutions, as Auld Lang Syne,
are always partially irrelevant, as is the haggis I have never been in the same room with.
That's because I'm not using Gaelic, and most people think it's a New Years' Eve party,
and when I say Auld Lang Syne or Happy New Year, as I did today, January the 16th, people say it's too late.
It's not. But that's my reality.
If Frederik Magle revisits his thread, as I see no further reply, this is what I'd like to know.
Mon Monsier Magle, did you have any resolutions?
If this becomes a New Year's thread and keeps going, as it can, I have another question.
Haggis is world famous, but it's not a party food, not for Sons and Daughters of the Gael.
If you've been living indoors for a long time, during harsh winter weather,
eating a lot of dried salmon to go with dried berries, seeds and nuts,
even if that is healthy food, it's preserved food, not eaten as being harvested alive.
And eating all the same food all the time isn't good for you either.
So a sheep stomach was filled with herbs and medicinal edibles and buried,
so it rotted and fermented a little, so eating it would free up your digestive system.
Denmark is a northern country, with the same ocean around it as what is now known as Scotland.
I'm wondering if Danish people had a similar approach to winter living.
The warm Atlantic current passes around the top of Scotland, making it far warmer than other countries,
but winter still cut back on the ability to eat fresh food.
ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS: by Robert Burns
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftan o' the puddin'-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fil,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time a' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
I'm skipping four verses, one that compares it to "French Ragout",
with others having too much Gaelic language, to the last two verses.
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle:
An' legs a' arms, an' head will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'res, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Here are my best wishes for you, your loved ones and friends.
Auld Lang Syne... all of us, for the good times,
and all of the laments that must come between.
and seeing this is the first 2019 happy new year I saw here, I decided to look.
That was about saying to elderpiano, hey you started it, saying new years' 2019.
How about doing this at the top of the forums, "information", where it's still 2018?
I was thinking of doing that, but my name shows too many times on thread titles.
But then... crescendo... no... and that's a strenuous operatic no... it was the as-yet-untitled Frederik Magle!
I wish he could conduct me throughout my new year. I know it would be a better life to live.
If he would stick up for me, I know my life would be pointed in a better direction.
Judging by his photo, as far as Auld Lang Syne goes, it really looks like he's trying to stomp it out.
My lamentations, admonitions, dissertations, contritions, salutations and negotiations,
eventually settling down to become resolutions, as Auld Lang Syne,
are always partially irrelevant, as is the haggis I have never been in the same room with.
That's because I'm not using Gaelic, and most people think it's a New Years' Eve party,
and when I say Auld Lang Syne or Happy New Year, as I did today, January the 16th, people say it's too late.
It's not. But that's my reality.
If Frederik Magle revisits his thread, as I see no further reply, this is what I'd like to know.
Mon Monsier Magle, did you have any resolutions?
If this becomes a New Year's thread and keeps going, as it can, I have another question.
Haggis is world famous, but it's not a party food, not for Sons and Daughters of the Gael.
If you've been living indoors for a long time, during harsh winter weather,
eating a lot of dried salmon to go with dried berries, seeds and nuts,
even if that is healthy food, it's preserved food, not eaten as being harvested alive.
And eating all the same food all the time isn't good for you either.
So a sheep stomach was filled with herbs and medicinal edibles and buried,
so it rotted and fermented a little, so eating it would free up your digestive system.
Denmark is a northern country, with the same ocean around it as what is now known as Scotland.
I'm wondering if Danish people had a similar approach to winter living.
The warm Atlantic current passes around the top of Scotland, making it far warmer than other countries,
but winter still cut back on the ability to eat fresh food.
ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS: by Robert Burns
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftan o' the puddin'-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fil,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time a' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
I'm skipping four verses, one that compares it to "French Ragout",
with others having too much Gaelic language, to the last two verses.
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle:
An' legs a' arms, an' head will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'res, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Here are my best wishes for you, your loved ones and friends.
Auld Lang Syne... all of us, for the good times,
and all of the laments that must come between.