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"Light she was, just like a feather, and her shoes where number 9." That's no twinkie, that's a surreal masterpiece. Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut just now. That's not Clementine, that's the peanut song. Clementine is so frightening and bizarre they had to parody it. Yeah, if you read Clementine, it is quite haunting. I was the only one in my first grade class who was terribly disturbed by the song. My research has revealed Dvorak actually used the peanut song for this, rather than Clementine. He most likely heard it on the immigrant bus on the long trip from Ellis Island. He proceeded it to turn it into a confectioner's delight or something, as the gourmets would say. Nothing against folk songs in general, of course; you know I hold them in high regard. But call it Clementine or call it peanut song,

...hate it anyway, hate it anyway!

Dvorak was the George Washington Carver of music. From a review of its first performance:

"Rarely has the omni-ambient aether pervading the purlieus of the palatial metropolis vibrated resonant to more majestic music, to more soothing strains, than sought the cerulean empyrean vault, "as the bee flieth," on Saturday morn from the digitals of the gifted Sigismond."

HAAAAhahahahahahaha that's from that famous Thalberg review, from right before his "piano duel" with Liszt! And yes, I am a huge nerd for recognizing it! It's like he was gearing up to take down Liszt by penning lots of frilly ruffled phrases instead of playing them.

The pen is mightier than the digital.

It's a review OF Thalberg, not penned by him. But yes, if his music is any indication, Herr Thalberg probably WOULD write like that. ...Oh. Hmmm. Nice to meet you, but I must be going!