Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Salute To The Late Spc. Jeremiah S. Santos

Greetings!:
 
Hopefully this can be considered "better late than never." 
 
In the name of the House of Old-School, I salute the late US Army Spc. Jeremiah S. Santos, nephew of our Honourary Patroness, who was killed by a roadside bomb in Iraq late last week.  According to an article in his home-town paper (please go to www.tvmeg.blogspot.com should you wish to link directly to this story from there), he wanted to make a career out of the military, and, if I may be permitted to put it this way, indeed did so after a manner by making the ultimate sacrifice on behalf of those for whom he was fighting.  Again according to what I read, he was well-liked by all who knew him, thus obviously making his loss harder to bear.  Yet may his family and friends, who hopefully will accept my best wishes at this difficult time, nonetheless remain proud of him for what he did for them.  _I_ am, and I did not know him personally!  
 
Respectfully intended,
 
J. V. 

A Question For Those Who Know Their Golf

Greetings!:
 
Though I obviously wish that one Mr. Tiger Woods was not using language which, though not so bad as, to here once again invoke the venerable Professor Higgins, to "make a sailor blush," is nonetheless not especially civilized at times, I admit, like many, to being drawn to his frequent excellence on the golf course.  Yet there is something which has concerned me and about which I have been curious in his recent inconsistent times.  Since I cannot see his swing, etc., can someone who knows his or her golf please tell me if his inconsistency is solely due to problems with his mechanics, are such combined with, or again do his difficulties solely stem from, issues in his personal life, or, of most interest to me, do these problems result from him apparently being forced to use clubs and balls manufactured by that famous company he endorses rather than equipment of his own choosing, if other than those?  I have further heard it said (though not lately) that he might have remained in the heights had he not fallen out with Coach Harman, though admittedly he has had some significant triumphs since their separation.  Again what say you if you would care to do so? 
 
J. V.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Happy Birthday, US Army!

Greetings!:
 
In the name of the House of Old-School, I wish to extend my heartiest congratulations and best wishes to the United States Army on the occasion of its 231st anniversary! 
 
Although those who know me reasonably well will also know that I have been rather partial to another branch of the Service over the years, the "purple suit" must be worn nowadays even more than it once perhaps was due to an ever-integrated common mission.  Further, the Directorate of Ceremonies and Special Events of the Army's Military District of Washington (please see "my favorite links" to link to MDW's homepage) has been _MOST_ kind to me since the early 1970's, notably the two Directors since then, the late Mr. Paul C. Miller and the current Director, Mr. Thomas Groppel!  Without the help of these two men and their colleagues, I would not know as much about one of my foremost interests as I hopefully do now (though I still have much to learn), and both the joint-service formations for which they co-ordinate the military ceremonial support, the Army being the senior service, and the Army's own formations, have interested and moved me these many years!  And, of course, much of the ground war in Iraq depends upon the Army along with other missions they perform so well! 
 
So once again happy 231st birthday, _US_ _ARMY_!!! 
 
J. V.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

A Correction

As at least some of you may have seen in the below post, there seems to be an extra right parenthesis fairly near its beginning which does not belong there.  Hopefully there are not other errors which I have missed! 
 
J. V.

My "Pilgrim Anniversary"

Greetings!:
 
Today marks the 28th anniversary of what I feel is one of the most significant events in my life! 
 
As those of you who have read the interests lists in my profile will know, one of the foremost among these by its placement on that list, if not _The_ foremost, is in so-called Classical music (I say "so-called" because the term "Classical" technically should  apply to music from a specific period in music history, the period of Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven (I should have mentioned in my initial post that historical figures will here often be referred to merely by their last names without titles as is often done), and arguably a transitional figure from the Classical to the Romantic period such as Schubert and others making this transition as Beethoven, of course, also was doing, though it must be admitted that the term generically fits the overall panorama of Western serious music rather well).  On this day in 1978 I visited a University of Maryland library for the purpose of concluding my initial get-acquainted sessions with Elgar's two largest Biblical oratorios, _The_ _Apostles_ _And_ _The_ _Kingdom_, which had been suggested to me by a Librarian at WETA, one of our Area's public radio stations (you might not know this English composer's name, but you almost certainly know one work of his, his _Pomp_ _And_ _Circumstance_ _March_ _No._ _1_, often used at graduations, etc., which was the first of five such marches he wrote, though he wrote many other works of various sorts which have much interested me since those days in the late '70's).  I was becoming interested in these oratorios, via Sir Adrian Boult's recordings of them which that library owned, but thought, near what I felt would be the end of my session on that Sunday, "why not ask if they have a recording of Ralph (Pronounced "Rafe") Vaughan Williams's opera, or morality as you would later learn he preferred to call it, _The_ _Pilgrim's_ _Progress_, since you heard of it on an opera broadcast somewhat before that and also wrote a high-school term paper on the famous Bunyan allegory, being in sympathy with its subject matter, Theology, etc.?"  I did, was offered again a Boult recording, and settled in to listen.  Yet I thought that VW (Wich, though it might seem somewhat un-House-Of-Old-Schoolish, I will hereafter call this slightly-later English composer, also sometimes just "the composer") to save space, as others who do so hopefully do), being a 20th-Century composer, might write in at least a somewhat-harsh style.  Indeed the opera's opening scene following its Prologue showing Bunyan writing his book in Bedford Jail, having to do with Pilgrim (which VW chose to call his main character instead of Christian, Bunyan's original designation, in an attempt to make the work's message more universal, though I personally feel it remains basically a Christian work, which presumably VW would not want to hear me say) preparing for, and starting out on, his journey, with the great burden of sin on his back, and first being met by three of his neighbours who unsuccessfully try to persuade him to return home with them, contains some appropriately-unpleasant music.  This continues through much of the orchestral interlude leading to the next scene, and, though there is nothing in the text nor score as we now have it to suggest this, I wonder if _MAYBE_ we can read Bunyan's famous Slough of Despond into some of this music.  But then, as one might expect in a scene called "The House Beautiful," the music becomes some of the most beautiful one might wish to hear, at least in my opinion, and, on that Sunday in that library, it began to be, to paraphrase a familiar cliche, love at first hearing!  After Pilgrim's anguished cry of "Save me, save me, Lord, my burden is greater than I can bear! (punctuation, and later some extra capitalization, are my own, not necessarily that of the original text)", three shining ones are heard singing words of encouragement from within the house, and Pilgrim, to music perhaps more familiar from VW's _5th_ _Symphony_ where it originally was associated with these words, sings "He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by his Death."  The shining ones then come out, greet Pilgrim in turn with Biblical quotations, and remove his burden (as those of you who have read Bunyan will know, there it merely rolls off Christian's back into the sepulchre below the cross which is also upon that place).  They having admonished him to knock at the door of the house, he does so, and is greeted by the interpreter, who asks "Whence come you, and what would you have?"  "Sir, here is a poor pilgrim.  I would know if you are willing to let me in."  Indeed an open door is set before him, no man may shut it, and a swelling full chorus, with further invitation from the interpreter, greets him lustily, music which should set goose bumps onto all but the most hardened of backs!  A room with its window toward the sun-rising has been prepared for him, and the name of that chamber is Peace.  As this wonderfully-beautiful music continues, solo singers alternating with the chorus, he is sealed with the Holy Spirit, robed in fine linen, clean and white, and then prayer is offered for his rest, after which the chorus and shining ones offer final swelling words of encouragement!  This ends Act I, but the original production team at London's Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, where this work was first staged in 1951, somehow decided they wanted to go straight from Act I to Act II without an interval, and so, one day on a train, VW wrote the Interlude between these two acts.  During it, Watchful, the porter, comes down, singing "Into Thy Hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit, etc.," and then, when he has fully come to the fore, sings an abridged version of Psalm 121 (in the Protestant sequence) before leaving to the same words by which he entered.  This is rather-lovely music, and it ends with a passage for muted strings based on what Watchful has sung before this Interlude concludes with the music by which it began.  But this calm is emphatically broken by the beginning of the Prelude to Act II, restless music which suggests something is about to happen.  This eventually leads to a trumpet call, introducing a herald, who is there to help arm Pilgrim for the rest of his journey.  "This is the King's Highway, cast up by patriarchs and prophets.  It is straight as a rule can make it, who will go on that Way?"  "Set my name down, sir," is Pilgrim's reply, after which the herald admonishes him of some of the difficulties he will meet and how he must "turn not to the left or the right, lest you stumble and fall to rise no more.  There is no way but right up the hill."  At various points during this, the chorus sings snatches of a hymn possibly familiar to some of you as "He Who Would Valiant Be," but here is sung in the verses Bunyan originally wrote, beginning "Who would true valour see, let him come hither," and to a tune VW especially composed for this, though he had previously used it in incidental music written in the early '40's for a BBC broadcast dramatization of the Bunyan allegory.  Pilgrim is thus fitted with the equipment prescribed in the 6th Chapter of the _Book_ _Of_ _Ephesians_, the Shield of Faith, the Helmet of Salvation, the Breastplate of Righteousness, and the Sword of the Spirit.  He blesses God for these, and says he will not be afraid as the chorus also admonishes him to "be not afraid!"  The herald and chorus send him on his way with further good wishes and a final verse of "Who Would True Valour See," after which, to some appropriately-spookky? music, he descends into the Valley of Humiliation.  Eventually a chorus of foul fiends starts yelling and snarling at him, after which Appolyon appears.  Using artificial amplification, he challenges Pilgrim, telling him, among other things, "all of this country is mine, and I am the king and the god of it."  But Pilgrim is having _NONE_ of it, for "the wages of sin is death.  Therefore I bound myself to another, even the King of Princes.  ... this is the King's Highway, the Way of Holiness.  Therefore take heed to yourself!"  They eventually go to fighting, and Pilgrim, though wounded, triumphs, being "more than conquerer through Him that loved me!"  Yet he has grown weary by reason of his wounds, his strength is almost quite spent, and thus he is offered, by two Heavenly bearers, leaves from the Tree of Life and some of the Water of Life to more of that _WONDERFUL_ music in which this score is so rich!  Evangelist, who first pointed out this Way to Pilgrim in the morality's opening scene and further admonished him to give no heed to those neighbours, joins those three to warn Pilgrim of new trials awaiting him at the town of Vanity where the famous (or infamous!) Vanity Fair is kept, also bringing him the Staff of Salvation, the Roll of the Word, and the Key of Promise.  They all admonish him to be faithful unto death, "and the King shall give thee the Crown of Life," after which this act peacefully and quietly ends.  Following an interval (intermission) if one is in the theatre, a raspy note on muted brass with a cymbal roll pushes us straight into the hubbub of Vanity Fair, and people can be heard chattering during this on both Sir Adrian's recording of this morality and a newer one conducted by Mr. Richard Hickox.  "Buy!  What will ye buy!," etc., sing the collective venders, and one of them, Lord Lechery, offers his wares to words especially given him by the composer's widow, Mrs. Ursula Vaughan Williams.  "But who is this man," etc., sings the surprised crowd, and then they gather around him to try to entice him as well, among them being Madam Bubble and Madam Wanton.  "Turn mine eyes lest they behold vanity," he prays, after which the chorus sings mockingly the familiar words from _Ecclesiastes_, "vanity, all is vanity."  But Pilgrim would buy the Truth, and, after the crowd laughs at that notion, Pontius Pilate reiterates his famous question, "What is truth?"  "As for your prince Beelzebub the father of lies, I defy him and all his angels!," retorts their unwelcome visitor, and when he would have all the whoremongers, murderers and idolaters, and all that maketh and telleth a lie, away, the town judge, Lord Hategood, is announced.  He is, as the moderns put it, brought up to speed concerning Pilgrim's perceived interferences, and, when he bids the witnesses to be called, they proceed to come forward, all gradually intensifying to virtual mob status.  When asked to return a verdict, the entire crowd heartily pronounces Pilgrim guilty of death, and the judge has him taken off to prison, which happens to a solemn march joined in further anger by the chorus.  When this dies away, our central character is left dispondent, and he sings of this to words largely taken from Psalm 22, beginning with an expanded version of that famous opening verse, "My God, My God, look upon me, why hast Thou forsaken me?"  When he sings of the mocking crowds, the music is enhanced by more snarling, muted brass and angry whirling in the bass instruments.  But he _FINALLY_ comes to his better senses!  "O fool that I am, in my bosom lies the Key of promise!  Wherefore should I lie in bondage when I might walk at liberty on the King's Highway?  The Key, the Way of Freedom!  Open to me the Gates of Righteousness!  I will go into them!"  Then, as the brass triumphantly play again the last music Pilgrim has sung, the prison gates open, and, to _WONDERFULLY_-atmospheric oscillating harmonies, the Highway begins to vaguely appear.  "Show me Thy Way, O Lord," he begins to pray, and starts to behold the stars, which leads to extensive quotation from Psalm 139, beginning "If I ascend into Heaven, Thou art there."  When he finishes with these verses, the oscillating stops for a time, and he sings perhaps the most famous verse from Psalm 119, "But Thy Word is a lantern unto my feet, and a light unto my path."  Then, with the music, _IF_ possible, growing even more beautiful than it has been during this part of the scene, he concludes, "Lead me, Lord, make my way straight before my face.  And let all them that put their trust in Thee rejoice!  They shall be ever giving thanks to Thee.  They shall be joyful in Thee!"  Whenever I play this scene, I almost _INVARIABLY_ have to re-play this closing passage, and may well do so again this evening when I hope to conclude my playing of the morality with its last two acts!  Act IV begins with high strings and a horn playing further lovely, peaceful music, and, after a change of key, we meet a woodcutters boy who sings a song of his humble life, beginning "He that is down need fear no fall, he that is low no pride.  He that is humble ever shall have God to be his Guide."  "Hark to what that boy doth sing, I would dare to say he leads a merrier life, and wears more of the herb called heart's-ease in his bosom than he that is clad in silk and velvet."  The two greet each other, and the boy tells Pilgrim that, when the day is clear, he may see the Delectable Mountains, and then his journey is nearly at an end.  Enter Mr. and Madam By-Ends who, to what Mr. Michael Kennedy, VW's official musical biographer, calls "jaunty and engaging" music (please see his notes for the EMI recording of VW's _Sir_ _John_ _In_ _Love_), tell him that they favour taking a different, less strict, course than he favours, and, when he tells them that they must go against the wind and tide to follow him, they are offended, feeling their old principles are harmless and profitable, and go on their ways.  Then the boy further describes the Delectable Mountains, Pilgrim expresses his longing to be there, and the boy bids him farewell as he sets out again.  Following a soft instrumental version of "Who Would True Valour See," we come to "The Shepherds Of The Delectable Mountains," a scene which VW actually wrote as a separate work as far back as 1922, though he revised its ending when he incorporated it into the full morality.  After a solo on VW's favourite instrument, the viola, the three shepherds take turns singing verses from Psalm 91, beginning "Whosoever dwelleth under the Defense of the Most High shall abide under the Shadow of the Almighty" (perhaps it should be noted here that VW sometimes quoted from the older versions of the Psalms contained in the Anglican _Book_ _Of_ _Common_ _Prayer_, not the more familiar King James renderings, thus the differences you may have noted throughout this writing).  When Pilgrim arrives, and asks "Whose Delectable Mountains are these, and whose be the sheep that feed upon them," he is told that "These Mountains are Emanuel's Land, and the sheep also are His, and he laid down His Life for them."  He is assured that he is just in his way, and that the Celestial City is "Too far for any but those who shall get thither indeed."  When he asks if there is relief for pilgrims that are weary and faint in the Way, he is assured that "The Lord of these Mountains has given us a charge not to be forgetful to entertain pilgrims."  The good of the place now being before him, they ask him whence he has come and where he is going, and, when asked what makes him so desirous to get to Mount Zion, he sings "Feign would I be where I shall die no more, in the Paradise of God, there to be with my King all the days of Eternity!"  He is then shown a view of the City, at the sight whereof he falls sick with desire."  But the shepherds would have him stay a while, and, after he agrees to do so, a bird up in a tree begins to sing an abridged version of the 23rd Psalm, during which one of the shepherds describes the atmosphere which will be found in those Mountains.  Thus far in this scene the music has included some strange harmonies (which will be familiar to those who know VW's _3rd_ _Symphony_, his "Pastoral"), but there has been some most-beautiful music as well, and this setting of that most familiar of Psalms, with string solos crowning all, is another of those _SUPREME_ passages in this work!  But Pilgrim must get on with it, and so a messenger comes to tell him that the Master calleth for him, bringing along an arrow, with the point sharpened with Love, to let easily into his heart as a token that he is a true messenger.  The shepherds anoint his body with spices, pray the Comforter to be with him as he crosses the river between him and the Gate, and then he descends into it.  When he starts to sink, he prays to be preserved from the deep waters, whereupon the shepherds, now joined by full chorus, pray that God be not far from him, etc.  When he has passed over, and we once again have heard a solo viola, a distant trumpet sounds, followed by "Hallelujahs," first on distant solo voices and then on swelling full chorus.  "Blessed are they that dwell in Thy House.  May we always be praising Thee," sings a distant tenor, and an alto adds "Behold, thy Salvation cometh, and His Reward is with Him."  After this latter further adds "Blessing and Glory, Honour and Power, be unto Him that sitteth upon the Throne for ever and ever," the orchestra, preceeded by swelling "Holy's" from the chorus, thunders out an old English hymn tune called "York," which was first heard on the brass at the morality's beginning, featured prominently in the Prelude where Bunyan was shown in prison, and recurred particularly near the end of the last exchange between Pilgrim and the wood-cutter's boy.  If I am not mistaken, the scene of Heaven, which, like the King's Highway in the last scene of Act III, has been vague up to now, but presumably comes into plain view when York breaks out in another goose-bump passage.  It might interest some to know that, during this, we also hear a brief quotation from arguably VW's most famous work, his _Fantasia_ _On_ _A_ _Theme_ _Of_ _Thomas_ _Tallis_, which also briefly appears in the Prelude to the whole opera.  Once the bells have rung and the "Holy"s have concluded, the distant soloists toss the Tallis fragment back and forth between themselves and the full chorus, the bells ring out one last time with a last _GLORIOUS_ chord from the orchestra, and, as the trumpet calls and solo "Hallelujah"s fade away, we are returned to Bedford Jail where bunyan bids us interpret the dream he has had in which this story was revealed to him.  "Put by the curtains, look within my veil, turn up my metaphors, and do not fail there, if thou seekest them, such things to find as will be helpful to an honest mind.  This book will make a traveller of thee if by its counsel thou wilt ruled be.  It will direct thee to the Holy Land if thou wilt its directions understand.  O then come hither, and lay my book, thy head, and heart together."  This is what I first heard on this date 28 years ago, and, as I hope you gather, it has remained with me ever since as the cliche again would have it! 
 
There are two _SPLENDID_ recordings of this morality currently available, both of which I mentioned previously.  The Boult version may be found on the EMI Label, the Hickox on Chandos.  I have since had the privilege of personally coming to know Mr. John Noble, who sang Pilgrim in the Boult version, and one of my _ABSOLUTE_ favourites among todays singers, who I also had the privilege of meeting in New York in March of 2005, Miss Susan Gritton, sings several roles in the Hickox recording.  So why not have a go at _BOTH_ if you wish, but, if you would only have one, I would now _MARGINALLY_ lean toward the Hickox, hoping Mr. Noble, whose performance still remains _WONDERFUL_ and whose son might pay this blog a visit, will not mind. 
 
If you can stand it, I must not close without a word about language, since, after all, we are about dignity here in the House of Old-School.  It is often said that Bunyan's language was quite colloquial in keeping with his tinker's background, but I personally have a hard time on most occasions feeling that way, unless I am always reading "sanitized" versions (which I would like to think I am not).  For me, Bunyan is quintessentially about dignity, decency and deference alongside his Theological arguments, and thus he is _MOST_ welcome here, particularly on this special-for-me day!!! 
 
To close, I hope all the parenthetical notes in this writing have not been too tedious.  I have re-arranged some of them so as not to interrupt the main flow, but some of them still inevitably do, and I leave them in the hope that these explanations will help you better understand what I am writing about, especially those with a non-Classical-music background.  I personally wish for people to look beneath the mere surface of such music, and thus I hope I have not offended those who mainly like to just be entertained by their music. 
 
J. V.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Honours And Greetings

Greetings!:
 
As owner of The House Of Old-School, I hereby confer the designated honours upon the below-named individuals for reasons set forth in the following citations:
 
For suggesting that I should have a blog of my own, and for, with a right-good will, creating and setting up all things necessary and desirable for the well-functioning of said blog, Mrs. Suzanne Lanoue is hereby created Honourary Patroness of The House of Old-School.  She has accepted appointment as such.  She, having Internet access, may be posting comments to this blog if and when she might wish. 
 
For good work for my late mother during her and my early years of residence in the building wherein I now still live and for returning to work for me following her death, for splendidly living out the basic premise of this blog, for her ongoing support of me even when I was in some personal difficulty, and for being one of the finest African-American women, if not women overall, it has been my privilege to know, Mrs. Mary Cupid is hereby created Honourary Co-Patroness of The House Of Old-School.  She has accepted appointment as such.  She has neither computer nor, it would naturally follow, Internet access. 
 
For, even though he had a folksy, etc., side, living out the basic premise of this blog, for his love, to a degree, of ritual and ceremony which is so much a part of my life, for his support of what I feel were and are good, conservative causes, for being a force for good in our family, especially when a firm hand and voice was needed, and for being my personal-favourite relative and one of the finest individuals it has been my privilege to know, the late Mr. John Henry Davidson is hereby created Honourary Patron of The House of Old-School.  Mrs. Mary Cupid, here being created Honourary Co-Patroness of this blog, by virtue of authority delegated to her by me as Temporary Co-Owner hereof for the purpose of joining me in making an appointment, _HEARTILY_ joined me in making this appointment, and Mrs. Marion Davidson, his sister-in-law and his surviving next of kin, has accepted said appointment on his behalf. 
 
In the name of The House Of Old-School, I extend warm and hearty greetings to all individuals associated with the various and sundry organizations, etc., Internet links to which have been set here for the edification and hoped-for pleasure of any and all who might visit this house in future, and to all such to which links might be added from here in times to come. 
 
Gratefully, respectfully and _JOYFULLY_ submitted, 
 
J. V.
Owner
The House Of Old-School

Friday, June 02, 2006

So What Means This "House Of Old-School?"

    Greetings!:
 
I bid such as already share the basic proposition of this blog a _MOST_-hearty welcome to the House of Old-School!  To such as do not, do not necessarily, or who would consider it, may whatever visits you might make to this cyber-house cause you to at least think upon it.  Further, when matters which do not necessarily relate to it are being discussed (and they indeed _SHALL_ be), may all find, when variously intended, edification, inspiration, and, yes, _ENTERTAINMENT_ in its hopefully-best form! 
 
So what exactly, to be avowedly unoriginal in my phraseology, is this basic premise of which I write?  As you saw when you arrived, it runs thus:
 
"Dedicated to the basic proposition that dignity, decency and deference need not die."  Again being avowedly unoriginal, let us consider each of these three virtues (as I would call them) in order. 
 
DIGNITY--A point, made by the woman who was most kind to set up this blog for me, and by others before and alongside her, that the English Language has changed significantly over the years, must be conceded.  After all, we do not now speak nor write in the English spoken and written from the Language's origins in the first millennium of the Christian (or, if you would have it, Common) Era, nor in the language of Chaucer's time, nor, in the main, in that of Shakespeare's.  Yet, I ask you, is there not something _BEAUTIFUL_ at the core of this English Language, even after all the changes through which it has passed?  In all honesty, I do not care personally for much American slang and colloquialism (though I suppose most of us use at least a little of it), and regret the influence it is increasingly having upon the United Kingdom, particularly England.  If only the UK, being the older culture, could retain its old-world dignity, leaving the US, if it wishes, to follow a more casual course, then one, and I in particular, could have a clear choice as to the culture in which one would wish to live.  I personally would connect what I believe to be a deterioration of the language to what I believe to be a deterioration in the cultural, moral and social aspects of our modern society, further manifestations being in dress and personal appearance (if we both spoke and looked like gentlemen and ladies, might there not be more of a chance that we would _ACT_ like such as well?).  So let us look now at our second virtue, and find out if we can tie it in with the first toward a greater whole! 
 
DECENCY--I need to be honest here.  One day in late July of 1995 I was tuning around on my little radio, and came upon the one television channel I could pick up on it.  And there, it being the early afternoon, was what is politely called a daytime drama, yes, what is generally just called a soap.  I was drawn to a court case being covered that day, returned for some subsequent episodes, and, as is said, became hooked on _The_ _Young_ _And_ _The_ _Restless_ (_The_ _Bold_ _And_ _The_ _Beautiful_ would follow in 1998 if memory serves)!  This type of programme often runs _COMPLETELY_ contrary to what had been, and hopefully still remain, my views on decency and morality, but sometimes that is the way matters play out as it were, and I may indulge this indeed-guilty pleasure of mine in this house from time to time.  Yet I still, in the face of presumed charges of gross hypocrisy which are obviously not without merit at _VERY_ least, wish that, in the real world, we could embrace the concept of one man for one woman within the bounds of matrimony for one life, and be quit of all this divorce, re-marriage and pre-marital sex!  As for the controversial issue of homosexuality, I have been hitherto opposed to it, but a book I recently read, _The_ _Good_ _Book_, written about the _Bible_ by Professor Peter J. Gomes of Harvard University, a man I have come to admire (he can be colloquial/slangy when he wishes to be, but, in the main, he has a dignity in his speaking style which I find _MOST_ refreshing!), has me _AT_ _LEAST_ re-thinking this position, though I do not presently recall him covering one or more seemingly-clear passages in the Old Testament where we are told that a man should not lie with mankind as with womankind.  Yet he is right in observing that the Lord Jesus never mentions this issue, though we must look long, hard, and hopefully perceptively, at those passages where St. Paul speaks of it.  But we must move on, possibly to return to this at a later time.  Decency can and should have many manifestations, but one in particular has re-engaged me of late as it did in my early adulthood if I am not misrecalling.  We return to the matter of language, but a specific sort, what is commonly called profanity.  I recall someone recently suggesting to me that the, in my opinion at least, ever-increasing use of this nowadays is yet another manifestation of our seemingly-ever-growing casualization of the language.  This may be so, and people who are not of an old-line Christian or other conservative religious tradition may give no, or little at very least, thought to the meaning of what they are saying when using such language.  Yet is it good to speak of placing a curse on someone (what the moderns might call the "D word,"), speaking of things, and sometimes things that are good, as "a h--- of a thing" and otherwise using that ubiquitous word which should, at least in some opinions, strike real fear into the heart, etc., speaking of things as if they were bodily waste, making one's rear end more ugly than it would need to be, an ugly sexual act, or, in some ways worst of all to those who value reverence, light, or sometimes cursing, references to the Deity.  And as for that guilty pleasure of mine, it must be reluctantly admitted that a certain amount of that language features prominently thereon, but _PLEASE_, when we are discussing these programmes on message boards, in blogs, and indeed in person-to-person conversation, can we not somehow rise above that seemingly-lower plain to try to bring the best we can to not-always-good situations?  Though, once again in my view, the relative lack of certain decency in our modern world stems ultimately from our attitude, etc., toward the Higher Power, I feel that it, no matter how legitimately gained, would make for a more civilized world, and that an atmosphere of decency should contribute to one of dignity and vice versa!  Yet there is one more piece to this tri-partite puzzle as it were. 
 
DEFERENCE--This is something about which I feel _PASSIONATELY_!  Yes, we now live in a world where at least certain elements are trying to break down barriers that divide.  To a certain extent, I expect we all must agree that such is desirable.  Yet, when it comes to personal relationships, I still feel that being allowed to address one by one's first name should be an earned privilege, not an assumed right as is, most regretably in my opinion, the all-too-prevalent and trendy practice nowadays!  What, I ask, is wrong with some good, old-fashioned courtesy, and should not people get to know one another somewhat to determine, to the extent possible, if each individual is someone with whom one might wish to be in full friendship and with whom one shares sufficient interests, etc., for such?  At such time, should it come, as one has actually _EARNED_ the privilege of being on closer terms with another, might not one feel a sense of accomplishment, that one has, as it were, won a valuable privilege, and might not one, as a result, feel it desirable to maintain that privilege by maintaining good character, etc.?  I for one would like to think so!  So one, while maintaining deference, has earned a greater privilege by decency, and all has hopefully been done with dignity!  Further as per deference, we indeed now live in a more egalitarian world than our forebearers, and yet, when it comes to professional relationships in particular, there still is what one could call a chain of command, and does not one owe one's superiors, whether in professional or family contexts, yes, obedience to lawful authority and orders, and ought this not to be done in an atmosphere of respect and deference?  To be personal for a moment, I get most annoyed by radio and television news reporters in particular who first-name virtually everyone (to be sure, if one is to use a name publically nowadays, one must avoid giving information that might get into the wrong hands to the hurt of any whose names have become known) and, on another subject entirely, seeming to spend more time jesting around instead of doing what one is there to do, report on the news, traffic and/or weather.  While the occasional tasteful jest can hopefully be tolerated, if not embraced by some, I wish it were not such a regular feature of our broadcast media as I feel it gets in the way of what one is supposedly trying to get from one's newscasts, etc.  I wish to feel _RESPECT_ for, and give _DEFERENCE_ to, those I hear on the radio/television due to their professionalism, etc., not necessarily feeling that they are such with whom I would wish to go straightaway to the nearest watering hole and put down a few or more brews with them, etc.!  But, as is said, I digress.  So, returning to the matter of deference, superiors should also earn this deference and respect as well by their good qualities, their knowlege of and hoped-for expertise in the areas over which they bear lawful authority, and by the care and concern they exhibit for those committed to their charge!  Here in the House of Old-School, as in my other writing, I will generally, if not entirely, refer to individuals, whether fictional or real, by title and last name. 
 
Thus, again in my view, dignity, decency and deference need not die--they should be _ALIVE_ and _THRIVING_! 
 
Despite my advocacy here for often-untrendy practices in our contemporary world, I admit to engaging in some of them myself from time to time, one of these being frequent (Perhaps even more frequent than usual) use of underlining, full capitalization and tripple exclamation points to add emphasis to what I am saying (in place of smilies, etc., which I do not use, partly due to legal blindness and partly because I personally do not prefer such).  Yet, this being the House of Old-School, I have, at least in this initial post, decided to use these more selectively than I now often do so as to give this house more of its intended touch.  Hopefully this will not be construed as a lack of passion for the subjects concerning which I have written here. 
 
Yet, to use full capitalization, underlining and tripple exclamations right here, _MANY_ thanks are due to Mrs. Suzanne Lanoue, Owner of the TV Megasite, etc., for proposing that I establish a blog and for initially setting this one up for me!!!  She may not necessarily share its full vision, and she and I are opposites in a number of ways, and yet somehow we manage, at least from my perspective, to get on quite well!  And strangely, the matter of deference was _NEVER_ an issue between us, and _NEVER_, even when presumably she did not know of my preference for old-fashioned etiquette, was she _EVER_ unduly familiar with me!!! 
 
Once again greeting such as have seen fit to pay this House of Old-School a visit at the outset of its existence, or who are visiting later and beginning said visit with this initial post, hoping you share its basic premise discussed here, and further hoping you will see fit to return often for our mutual good, I am
 
Respectfully and sincerely,
 
J. V.