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Choral Choir (TTBB) - Level 2 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1270160 By Arlo Guthrie. By Arlo Guthrie. Arranged by Craig Hanson. A Cappella,Comedy,Folk. Octavo. 6 pages. Edition Craig Hanson #862589. Published by Edition Craig Hanson (A0.1270160). For TTBB chorus a cappella and solo voice. As performed by Arlo Guthrie.Wanna hear something? You know that Indians never ate clams. They didn't have linguini! And so what happened was that clams was allowed to grow unmolested in the coastal waters of America for millions of years. And they got big, and I ain't talking about clams in general, I'm talking about each clam! Individually. I mean each one was a couple of million years old or older. So imagine they could have got bigger than this whole room. And when they get that big, God gives them little feet so that they could walk around easier. And when they get feet, they get dangerous. I'm talking about real dangerous. I ain't talking about sitting under the water waiting for you. I'm talking about coming after you.Imagine being on one of them boats coming over to discover America, like Columbus or something, standing there at night on watch, everyone else is either drunk or asleep. And you're watching for America and the boat's going up and down. And you don't like it anyhow but you gotta stand there and watch, for what? Only he knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is going behind the clouds. You hear the pitter patter of little footprints on deck. â€˜Is that you kids?â€™ It ain't! My god! It's this humongous, giant clam!Imagine those little feet coming on deck. A clam twice the size of the ship. Feet first. You're standing there shivering with fear, you grab one of these. This is a belaying pin. They used to have these stuck in the holes all around the shipâ€¦ You probably didn't know what this is for; you probably had an idea, but you were wrong. They used to have these stuck in the holes all along the sides of the ship, everywhere. You wouldn't know what this is for unless you was that guy that night.I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over there, bam bam on them little feet! Back into the ocean would go a hurt, but not defeated, humongous, giant clam. Ready to strike again when opportunity was better.You know not even the coastal villages was safe from them big clams. You know them big clams had an inland range of about 15 miles. Think of that. I mean our early pioneers and the settlers built little houses all up and down the coast you know. A little inland and stuff like that and they didn't have houses like we got now, with bathrooms and stuff. They built little privies out back. And late at night, maybe a kid would have to go, and he'd go stomping out there in the moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around...(loud clap/belch).... One less kid for America. One more smiling, smurking, humongous, giant clam.So Americans built forts. Them forts --you knowâ€”them pictures of them forts with the wooden points all around. You probably thought them points was for Indians but that's stupid! 'Cause Indians know about doors. But clams didn't. Even if a clam knew about a door, so what? A clam couldn't fit in a door. I mean, he'd come stomping up to a fort at night, put them feet on them points, jump back crying, tears coming out of them everywhere. But Americans couldn't live in forts forever. You couldn't just build one big fort around America. How would you go to the beach?So what they did was they formed groups of people. I mean they had groups of people all up and down the coast form these little alliances. Like up North it was call the Clamshell Alliance. And farther down South it was called the Catfish Alliance. They had these Alliances all up and down the coast defending themselves against these threatening monsters. These humongous giant clams. Andt hey'd go out there, if there was maybe fifteen of them they'd be singing songs in fifteen part harmony. And when one part disappeared, that's how they knew where the clam would be.Which is why Americans only sing in four part harmony to this very day. That proved to be too dangerous. See, what they did was they'd be singing these songs called Clam Chanties, and they'd have these big spears called clampoons. And they'd be walking up and down the beach and the method they eventually devised where they'd have this guy, the most strongest heavy duty true blue American, courageous type dude they could find and they'd have him out there walking up and down the beach by himself with other chicken dudes hiding behind the sand dunes somewhere.He'd be singing the verses. They'd be singing the chorus, and clams would hear 'em. And clams hate music. So clams would come out of the water and they'd come after this one guy. And all you'd see pretty soon was flying all over the sand flying up and down the beach manmanclamclammanmanclam manclamclamman up and down the beach going this way and that way up the hills in the water out of the water behind the trees everywhere. Finally the man would jump over a big sand dune, roll over the side, the clam would come over the dune, fall in the hole and fourteen guys would come out there and stab the shit out of him with their clampoons.That's the way it was. That was one way to deal with them. The other way was to weld two clams together. [I don't believe it. I'm losing it. Hey. What can you do. Another night shot to hell.] Hey, this was serious back then. This was very serious. I mean these songs now are just piddly folk songs. But back then these songs were controversial. These was radical, almost revolutionary songs. Because times was different and clams was a threat to America. That's right. So we want to sing this song tonight about the one last... You see what they did was there was one man, he was one of these men, his name will always be remembered, his name was Reuben Clamzo, and he was one of the last great clam men there ever was. He stuck the last clam stab. The last clampoon into the last clam that was ever seen on this continent. Knowing he would be out of work in an hour. He did it anyway so that you and me could go to the beach in relative safety. That's right. Made America safe for the likes of you and me. And so we sing this song in his memory. He went into whaling like most of them guys did and he got out of that, when he died. You know, clams was much more dangerous than whales. Clams can run in the water, on the water or on the ground, and they are so big sometimes that they can jump and they can spread their kinda shells and kinda almost fly like one of them flying squirrels.You could be standing there thinking that your perfectly safe and all of a sudden whop.... That's true... And so this is the song of this guy by the name of Reuben Clamzo and the song takes place right after he stabbed this clam and the clam was, going through this kinda death dance over on the side somewhere. The song starts there and he goes into whaling and takes you through the next...I sing the part of the guy on the beach by himself. I go like this: Poor old Reuben Clamzo and you go Clamzo Boys Clamzo. That's the part of the fourteen chicken dudes over on the other side. That's what they used to sing. They'd be calling these clams out of the water. Like taunting them making fun of them. Clams would get real mad and come out. Here we go. I want you to sing it in case you ever have an occasion to join such an alliance. You know some of these alliances are still around. Still defending America against things like them clams. If you ever wants to join one, now you have some historic background. So you know where these guys are coming from. It's not just some 60's movement or something, these things go back a long time.Notice the distinction you're going to have to make now between the first and easy Clamzo Boys Clamzo and the more complicated Clamzo Me Boys Clamzo. Stay serious! Folk songs are serious. That's what Pete Seeger told me. Arlo I only want to tell you one thing... Folk songs are serious. I said right. Let's do it in C for Clam...Iet's do it in B... For boy that's a big clam... Iet' s do it in G for Gee, I hope that big clam don't see me. Let's do it in F... For â€¦he sees me. Let's do it back in A...for a clam is coming. Better get this song done quick. The Story of Reuben Clamzo and His Strange Daughter in the Key of A.

Guitar - Intermediate - Digital Download SKU: ZY.DO-1522 Composed by Francis Bebey. Arranged by Ingrid Riollot. Score. 5 pages. Les Editions Doberman-Yppan (digital) #DO 1522. Published by Les Editions Doberman-Yppan (digital) (ZY.DO-1522). Francis Bebey est nÃ© Ã Douala en juillet 1929, dans une grande famille oÃ¹ son pÃ¨re, pasteur, luttait pour nourrir ses enfants. Mais Francis a eu l'opportunitÃ© d'aller Ã l'Ã©cole. Admirant son frÃ¨re aÃ®nÃ©, Marcel Eyidi Bebey, il s'est Ã©duquÃ©, s'est distinguÃ©, et a finalement reÃ§u une bourse pour passer son baccalaurÃ©at en France.Nous approchions de la fin des annÃ©es 1950 lorsqu'il est arrivÃ© Ã La Rochelle. Plus que jamais, dans cette France oÃ¹ les Africains Ã©taient regardÃ©s avec curiositÃ©, condescendance ou dÃ©dain, Francis s'appuyait sur ses ressources intellectuelles. Travailleur assidu, il a obtenu son baccalaurÃ©at, puis s'est installÃ© Ã Paris oÃ¹ il a commencÃ© des Ã©tudes d'anglais Ã la Sorbonne. Un jour, il a su ce qui l'attirait vraiment : il voulait faire de la radio. Francis a appris son mÃ©tier en France et aux Ã?tats-Unis.AprÃ¨s avoir travaillÃ© quelques annÃ©es comme reporter, il a Ã©tÃ© embauchÃ© en 1961 en tant que fonctionnaire international au DÃ©partement de l'information de l'UNESCO.ParallÃ¨lement, Francis a toujours Ã©tÃ© attirÃ© par la crÃ©ation musicale. Son activitÃ© diurne trÃ¨s sÃ©rieuse ne l'empÃªchait pas de frÃ©quenter les clubs de jazz le soir. Ã? Paris, le jazz, la musique Ã la mode Ã cette Ã©poque, mais aussi la rumba et la salsa l'attiraient. Il collectionnait les disques et assistait Ã de nombreux concerts. Avec son complice Manu Dibango, Francis montait sur scÃ¨ne et jouait de la musique.Francis aimait la musique classique depuis son enfance. Il avait grandi en Ã©coutant les cantates et les oratorios de Bach ou Handel que son pÃ¨re chantait au temple. Il s'est passionnÃ© pour la guitare, impressionnÃ© par les maÃ®tres espagnols et sud-amÃ©ricains, et a dÃ©cidÃ© d'apprendre Ã jouer de l'instrument lui-mÃªme.Il a commencÃ© Ã composer des piÃ¨ces pour guitare, mÃªlant les diverses influences qui le traversaient avec la musique traditionnelle africaine qu'il portait en lui depuis son enfance. Son approche a captivÃ© le directeur du Centre culturel amÃ©ricain (alors situÃ© dans le quartier de Saint-Germain Ã Paris), qui lui a offert l'opportunitÃ© de se produire devant un public. Francis y a donnÃ© son premier rÃ©cital de guitare (1963) devant un public hypnotisÃ©. Son premier album solo est sorti peu de temps aprÃ¨s.Progressivement, Francis est devenu reconnu comme musicien et compositeur. Plusieurs albums de l'ambassadeur africain de la guitare, comme le dÃ©crivait la presse, sont sortis. Il a Ã©galement Ã©crit des livres, au point que sa carriÃ¨re artistique est devenue difficile Ã concilier avec sa carriÃ¨re de fonctionnaire. En 1974, mÃªme s'il Ã©tait devenu le directeur gÃ©nÃ©ral chargÃ© de la musique Ã l'UNESCO, il a fait le saut audacieux et a dÃ©missionnÃ© de cette prestigieuse institution pour se consacrer aux trois activitÃ©s qui l'intÃ©ressaient : la musique, la littÃ©rature et le journalisme.Il a explorÃ© le patrimoine musical traditionnel du continent africain, notamment Ã travers le piano Ã pouce sanza et la musique polyphonique des pygmÃ©es d'Afrique centrale, ou en chantant dans sa langue maternelle et en composant des chansons humoristiques en franÃ§ais !Le succÃ¨s a suivi. Francis Bebey a parcouru le monde : de la France au BrÃ©sil, du Cameroun Ã la SuÃ¨de, de l'Allemagne aux CaraÃ¯bes, ou du Maroc au Japon... la liste des pays oÃ¹ il a Ã©tÃ© invitÃ© Ã se produire, Ã donner des confÃ©rences ou Ã rencontrer des lecteurs est trÃ¨s longue. En plus de la reconnaissance publique, il bÃ©nÃ©ficiait de la reconnaissance de ses collÃ¨gues musiciens, tels que le guitariste John Williams ou le VÃ©nÃ©zuÃ©lien Antonio Lauro, qui l'ont invitÃ© Ã faire partie du jury d'un concours de guitare classique Ã Caracas.Sa vie Ã©tait le voyage d'un pionnier africain, un homme enracinÃ© dans son patrimoine culturel et portant un message de partage et d'espoir pour le monde. Son originalitÃ© continue de rÃ©sonner dans le monde entier depuis son dÃ©cÃ¨s Ã la fin du mois de mai 2001.Francis Bebey was born in Douala in July 1929, into a large family where his father, a pastor, struggled to feed his children. But Francis had the opportunity to go to school. Admiring his elder brother, Marcel Eyidi Bebey, he educated himself, distinguished himself, and eventually received a scholarship to go and take his baccalaureate in France.We approached the end of the 1950s when he arrived in La Rochelle. More than ever, in this France where Africans were looked at with curiosity, condescension, or disdain, Francis relied on his intellectual resources. A diligent worker, he obtained his Baccalaureate, then moved to Paris where he started English studies at the Sorbonne. One day, he knew what truly attracted him: he wanted to do radio. Francis learned his craft in France and in the USA.After working for a few years as a reporter, he was hired in 1961 as an international civil servant in the UNESCO Information Department.In parallel, Francis had always been drawn to musical creation. His very serious daytime activity didnâ??t prevent him from frequenting jazz clubs in the evenings. In Paris, the Jazz, the trendy music of that time, but also rumba and salsa attracted him. He collected records and attended numerous concerts. With his accomplice Manu Dibango, Francis took the stage and played music.Francis liked classical music since his childhood. He grew up listening to the cantatas and oratorios of Bach or Handel that his father had sung in the temple. He became passionate about the guitar, impressed by the Spanish and South American masters, and decided to learn to strum the instrument himself.He started composing guitar pieces, blending the various influences that flow through him with the traditional African music he had carried within since childhood. His approach captivated the director of the American Cultural Center (then located in the Saint-Germain neighborhood of Paris), who offered him the opportunity to perform in front of an audience. Francis gave his first guitar recital there (1963) in front of a mesmerized audience. His first solo album was released shortly thereafter.Gradually, Francis became recognized as a musician and composer. Several albums of the African guitar ambassador, as described by the press, were released. He also wrote books, to the point that his artistic career became challenging to reconcile with his career as a civil servant. In 1974, even though he had become the General Manager in charge of music at UNESCO, he took the bold leap and resigned from this prestigious institution to dedicated himself to the three activities that interested him: music, literature, and journalism. He explored the traditional musical heritage of the African continent, notably through the thumb piano sanza, and the polyphonic music of the Central African pygmies, or singing in his native language and composing humoristic songs in French!Success followed. Francis Bebey traveled the world: from France to Brazil, Cameroon to Sweden, Germany to the Carribean, or Morocco to Japan... the list of countries where he was invited to perform, gives lectures, or meets readers is very long. In addition to public recognition, he enjoyed the recognition of his fellow musicians, such as guitarist John Williams or Venezuelan Antonio Lauro, who invited him to be a part of the jury for a classical guitar competition in Caracas.His life was the journey of an African pioneer, a man rooted in his cultural heritage and carrying a message of sharing and hope for the world. His originality continues to vibrate around the world since his passing at the end of May 2001.