During that disastrous summer of 1917 I had one novel experience which I must chronicle if only for the serio-comic light it throws on the Russian character. As part of our propaganda baggage-train we had a travelling film mission, of which the able chief was Colonel Bromhead, the subsequent chairman of the British Gaumont. He, too, was enlisted to coax the Russians into fighting by showing them war films of the fighting on the Western front. The effect of these war pictures on the mind of the now undisciplined Russian army can be imagined. Not unnaturally, they served merely to increase the number of deserters.
It was not Bromhead's fault. He was a splendid fellow, who realised the futility of showing war pictures to men whose sole thought was peace. Still, he had his duty to do. Films were part of the Whitehall scheme for the regeneration of Russia, and shown they had to be.
To Moscow, then, came Bromhead for a monster demonstration of the British effort. Would I help to make his show a success? Could I enlist the services of patriotic speakers? Nothing seemed easier. Moscow alas! had more orators than fighters.
We secured a theatre. We arranged a programme. And then the Soldiers' Soviet, infinitely more powerful than the Provisional Government, intervened. The show was for the Moscow troops. The soldiers might see the films. They were not to be exposed to the harangues of Imperialist jingoes. There must be no speeches.
In vain I went to see the Presidium of the Soldiers' Soviet. In vain I argued the merits of free speech. The utmost concession I could wring from them was that Lockhart himself – Lockhart who sympathised with the revolution and knew the views of revolutionary Russia regarding the peace terms-might speak. But there were to he no other orators. On these conditions the Presidium would guarantee the success of the show. They would be present in full force to see that the conditions were carried out.
Bromhead accepted the situation with unfeigned delight. My own consent was given with reluctance. An after-dinner speech before an audience rendered innocuous by good food and champagne was one thing.
I saw nothing attractive in addressing twelve hundred sceptical and severely critical revolutionaries in their own language.
I took pains over that speech. I wrote it out very carefully in English and had it translated into mellifluous Russian by a Russian poet. I learnt it off by heart. Indeed, I made myself something more than word perfect. I rehearsed my effects even down to the place where my voice was to break. Not in vain had I gone the rounds with Kerensky.
My appeal was frankly sentimental. There is no other reason I know that will compel large bodies of men to fight. But my sentiment was Russian. I made no reference to the crime of deserting their Western Allies. I discussed quite frankly Russia's desire and even need of a separate peace, and then I drew a picture of a better world created by the glorious revolution. But neither the better world nor the revolution itself could stand, if discipline was to be thrown to the winds and the road to Moscow opened to the enemy. Lenin would have demolished the argument with one sentence. But Lenin, fortunately, was still in hiding in St. Petersburg.
was respectful. I was to be given a hearing. I forgot all the tricks I had practised. I almost forgot my words. I spoke with a quivering anguish in my voice which the Russians mistook for genuine emotion. For twenty minutes I strove to master my nervousness, my voice now raucous, now breaking queerly at the oddest moments. To the end I was listened to in deathly silence. When I had finished my peroration, my knees shook and the sweat streamed like tears down my face.
Then pandemonium broke loose. A soldier jumped on to the stage and kissed me on both cheeks. In the box of the Presidium Kishkin stood up, and in stentorian tones declared that Russia would never desert her Allies. That afternoon he had received official news that the Russian Fleet had sailed out into the Baltic in full fighting trim. More cheers. More pandemonium. In every corner of the house soldiers were standing up and clamouring to be heard. The scene was almost like the opening of the war. I had unloosed the strings of Russian hysteria. It was a short-lived triumph. The next day the account of the meeting was severely censored. The Socialists had repented of their emotion. This was my last public appearance as Acting Consul-General in Moscow.
Hot on the heels of M. Thomas came Mr. Arthur Henderson, despatched on a similar mission of fraternal goodwill by Mr. Lloyd George. Mr. Henderson, too, carried a letter of recall in his pocket. To be strictly accurate, the letter of recall was not actually included in the Henderson baggage-train. What had happened was this: When the British Labour Minister – and Mr. Henderson was the first Labour representative in the history of England to achieve Cabinet rank – was actually on his way to St. Petersburg, the Foreign Office sent a telegram to Sir George Buchanan extolling his work and suggesting that he should take a rest. In other words, he was to be recalled and his post given to Mr. Henderson.
Young, he took up his quarters at the Europe – the same hotel which had provided such luxurious shelter for Lord Milner, George Clerk, Sir Henry Wilson, and numerous other distinguished visitors to Russia. There, at the Ambassador's request, I came to see him.
I dined with him in his private room. Throughout one long summer evening I walked with him down the Nevsky, across the Winter Square, past the Palace Quay. Beneath the gold reflection of the Admiralty Arch I heard the whole legend of the Hendersonian career. I accompanied him to Moscow. I took him to a full-dress meeting of the Moscow Soviet. And in the inner chamber of his Moscow hotel I arranged for him a private conversation (with myself as interpreter) with Urnoff, the then all-powerful President of the Soldiers' Soviet.
Mr. Henderson has the reputation –doubtless well deserved –of being a first-class organiser. He is a great man at Party meetings, which he succeeds in dominating by concealing his own intentions to the last moment. He is a man who is slow to commit himself. He does not give himself away.
Buchanan was not the failure he had been painted. Sir George, as Mr. Henderson soon discovered, understood the wild men much better than did Mr. Henderson himself. Further, Sir George had been kind, and Mr. Henderson is susceptible to kindness and to flattery. The great sacrifice was therefore easily made. Mr. Henderson explained that, while the Embassy was his for the asking, he had come to the conclusion that no good purpose would be served by the removal of a man who understood Russia far better than he did and who had shown himself remarkably free from all party bias. Shaking the dust of St. Petersburg off his feet, he returned to London to make the great renunciation and to recommend that Sir George Buchanan be retained as His Britannic Majesty's Ambassador and Envoy Extraordinary to the Revolutionary Government of Russia. On his return he had his historic wait on Mr. Lloyd George's doormat – a wait which ended with his resignation. In this manner he lost both his Embassy and his place in the Cabinet. It was a bitter reward for a mission which had been honestly if somewhat timorously fulfilled, and which, whatever its effect on the Russians, had the advantage of curing Mr. Henderson of any revolutionary tendencies for the rest of his life.
I think, soon after he had been made Minister for War. He had just returned from a visit to the front. He spoke in the Big Theatre – the platform on which, later, the Bolsheviks ratified the Peace of Brest-Litovsk. Kerensky, however, was the first politician to speak from that famous stage which has given to the world Chaliapin, Sobinoff, Geltzer, Mordkin, and scores of other famous dancers and singers. On this occasion the huge amphitheatre was packed from top to bottom. In Moscow the embers of Russian patriotism were still warm, and Kerensky had come to stir them into flame again. Generals, high officials, bankers, great industrialists, merchants, accompanied by their wives, occupied the parterre and first balcony boxes. On the stage were the representatives of the Soldiers' Councils. A small pulpit had been erected in the foreground of the stage just above the prompter's trap-door. There was the usual ten minutes' delay, the customary rumours among the audience. Alexander Feodorovitch was ill. A new crisis had recalled him to St. Petersburg. Then the buzz of conversation gave place to a burst of clapping, and from the wings the pale figure of the War Minister made its way to the central dais. The audience rose to him. Kerensky held up his hand and plunged straight into his speech. He looked ill and tired. He drew himself up to his full height, as if calling up his last reserves of energy. Then, with an ever-increasing flow of words, he began to expound his gospel of suffering. Nothing that was worth having could be achieved without suffering. Man himself was born into this world in suffering. The greatest of all revolutions in history had begun on the Cross of Calvary.
ornaments of gold, came here today to listen to him in comfort. He raised his eyes to the balcony boxes, while with fierce staccato sentences he lashed himself into a passion. Were they to bring Russia down in ruins, to be guilty of the most shameful betrayal in history, while the poor and the humble, who had every reason to complain, were still holding out? He was ashamed at the apathy of the big cities. What had they done to be tired? Could they not watch a little longer? He had come to Moscow for a message for the men in the trenches. Was he to go back and say that their effort was in vain because "the heart of Russia" was now peopled by men of little faith?
The speech had lasted for two hours. Its effect on Moscow and on the rest of Russia lasted exactly two days.
Some day, when the story of the Russian revolution fades into the same background of time as the French revolution, their names will figure in the Russian history books. To the foreign reader they are, with the exception of Savinkoff, of no significance.
For some reason, which I have never been able to understand, Boris Savinkoff has always been regarded by Englishmen as a man of action and therefore as a hero. More even than most Russians, Savinkoff was a schemer – a man who could sit up all night drinking brandy and discussing what he was going to do the next day. And, when the morrow came, he left the action to others. His talents cannot he denied. He wrote several excellent novels. He understood the revolutionary temperament better almost than any one, and knew how to play on it for his own ends. He had mingled so much with spies and agents-provocateurs that, like the hero in his own novel, he hardly knew whether he was deceiving himself or those whom he meant to deceive. Like most Russians, too, he was a forcible speaker who could impress his personality on his listeners. At one time he entirely captivated Mr. Churchill, who saw in him a Russian Bonaparte. There were, however, fatal defects in his character. He liked luxury, and, although he was ambitious, was not prepared to sacrifice his self-indulgence to his ambition. His chief weakness was my own –a fatal capacity for short spells of frenzied work followed by long periods of indolence.
A few days after the arrival of the Franco-British Labour delegation, and almost simultaneously with the return to Russia of Lenin, came M. Albert Thomas, the French Socialist Minister of Munitions. He, too, had been sent out by a French Government, claiming by its traditions to possess a special knowledge of revolutions and anxious to secure the co-operation of revolutionary Russia with the Allied cause. Thomas, whose Socialism was a shade less pink than the Conservatism of Mr. Baldwin, was accompanied by a host of secretaries and officers. Moreover, he carried in his pocket the recall of M. Paléologue, the French Ambassador and a cynic who never struck me as really serious, but who understood Russia much better than most people suspected. The recall was part of the new policy.
peace terms. They had invented the formula of "peace without annexations and contributions" and this phrase, adopted at thousands of meetings in the trenches and in the villages, had spread like wildfire throughout the country. It was a formula which caused considerable annoyance and even anxiety to the English and French Governments, which had already divided up the spoils of a victory not yet won, in the form of both annexations and contributions. And both the French Ambassador and Sir George Buchanan had been requested to circumvent this new and highly dangerous form of pacifism. Their task was delicate and difficult. There seemed no way out of the impasse, and in despair they sought the advice of Thomas. The genial Socialist laughed.
"I know my Socialists," he said. "They will shed their blood for a formula. You must accept it and alter its interpretation."
So annexations became restitution and contributions reparations. It was, I imagine, the first time the word reparations was used officially, and Thomas certainly succeeded in persuading the Soviets to accept a clause in their formula for the restitution of Alsace-Lorraine. At the time it seemed an important achievement. Actually, as the Mensheviks and Social-Revolutionaries, who had yielded to the Thomas subtlety, were so soon to be swept away, it made no difference whatsoever.
Thomas was the most entertaining of the French and English Socialists who visited Russia during this period of the first revolution. He spoke well. He was adaptable. And he had courage. But the results were insignificant. His speeches were no more effective than those of our military attachés, Colonel Knox and Colonel Thornhill, who with more sincerity besought the Russian soldier not to abandon his allies, who were fighting his battle on the other side of Europe. To the Bolsheviks he was of course a renegade, a Socialist traitor, who had sold himself to the bourgeoisie, and as such he was denounced in all the highways and byways of the revolution.
The position of the Allied Missions in Russia was, in fact, rapidly becoming impossible. Every one was engaged in trying to persuade the Russian to continue fighting when he had just overthrown a régime because it refused to give him peace. A little plain thinking should have made any one see that in these circumstances the success of the Bolsheviks was merely a question of time.
To the English Liberal Cabinet of 1906 they would have been an addition of strength and an ornament of distinction. They were too gentle to deal with the turbulent elements in the Soviets, which had made the revolution and which now virtually controlled the Duma.
Before catching my train, I dined with Chelnokoff, who had been appointed Commissar for Moscow. He gave me a forecast of what I might expect to find. His own position was becoming unbearable. He confessed that he had no chance of surviving the new elections, which now of course had been prescribed on a basis of universal suffrage for every municipality and every Zemstvo in Russia. Lvoff's reign, he said, would be no longer than his own.
The most phlegmatic of men, he spoke without anger or prejudice. I felt that he was right. Already "a free and unfettered democracy" had no use for the Liberal leaders whose cry for years had been "trust the people."I found Prince Lvoff at the Taurid Palace amid a scene of indescribable confusion. He had been presiding at a Cabinet meeting. Secretaries kept rushing into his room with papers to sign, decisions to be taken. He would start to talk to me, and then the telephone would ring. In the corridor outside, deputations from the front, from the villages, from goodness knows where, were waiting to see him. And in this restless, bustling turmoil there was not one man or woman who seemed capable of protecting the Prime Minister or relieving the burden on his shoulders. Every one seemed to be playing a game of general post to escape from responsibility. I longed for a Miss Stevenson to send the whole pack of delegations about their business and to put some order into this warren of chaos.
Our conversation was conducted in snatches.
Finally he gave it up. "You see how it is," he said. "We are doing our best, but there is so much to do. Come and see me tonight at my flat at twelve o'clock."
He ran his hand through his grey beard and looked at me with a flickering smile. He looked tired and wan, and his eyes, small at all times, had almost vanished behind his eyelids. In two weeks he had aged ten years. A man of great charm, he would have made an excellent chairman of the London County Council. He was an ideal President of the Zemstvo Unions, but he was not the stuff of which revolutionary Prime Ministers are made. And yet I doubt if at this period any member of his class could have "held down" his post. Nature brooks no interference with her processes, and the time for dictators had not yet come or had already passed.
I went to see Lvoff at his flat – a modest two-roomed affair where he had remained ever since the night he had arrived from Moscow to take over the reins of the Government. He was still in the same suit. The carpet bag, in which he had packed his clothes for the night, still stood in the hall. My heart went out to him. He seemed so forlorn and alone. As always, he spoke in his rather jerky little monotones. He was a shy man and, although he bore an aristocratic name, more like a country doctor than an aristocrat. To those who knew him slightly he gave an impression of cunning –due actually to his timidity. To those whom he trusted he was open and without restraint. He made no concealment of his fears and anxieties. Russia would come through, but ... Russia would carry on with the war, but ... His whole conversation was a confession of the weakness of his own position.
When I went to see my other Moscow friends in the government, I found the same helplessness, the same apprehensions. There was only one man in the Cabinet who had any power. That was the nominee of the Soviets – Kerensky, the Minister of Justice. The revolution had destroyed my old Liberal friends. Now I had to seek new gods.
The revolution had begun on a Monday. On the Saturday I took part in my official capacity in a grand review of the revolutionary troops on the Red Square. It was an inspiring sight –40,000 troops celebrating a newly-won freedom by a march-past executed with perfect precision and order. And yet in spite of the cloudless sky and sparkling air I had a feeling as though I were in a prison. That vast Red Square, which has witnessed so much repression of freedom from the time of the executions of Ivan the Terrible that grim background of high red wall furnished by the Kremlin – these are no symbols of liberty… And if there was any tendency to over-enthusiasm on my part (and I am a romanticist who hates all governments by instinct), there were the generals – Liberal patriots like Obolesheff, who had just returned from the front – to supply the necessary correction. Discipline had disappeared. Men no longer saluted their officers. Deserters were seeking the villages in their thousands. The floodgates of three hundred years had been swept away. The tide was not to be stemmed by any individual effort until it had spent itself. Guided skilfully into less dangerous channels it might have been. But that was not the method of the Allies, who had greeted the revolution first with feigned enthusiasm and then with increasing alarm. They wanted – and on the part of the military advisers the wish was natural – things to be put back where they were before. And, unfortunately, there is no "as you were" either in time or in revolution.
As I passed through the Theatre Square, Socialist agitators, mostly students and schoolgirls, were distributing anti-war pamphlets to the troops. Opposite the National Hotel some one in the crowd recognised me. "Long live England," cried a student voice. "Long live England and the Revolution," answered the greasy mob. It was a disturbing and confusing day.
The revolution took place because the patience of the Russian people broke down under a system of unparalleled inefficiency and corruption. No other nation would have stood the privations which Russia stood for anything like the same length of time. As instances of the inefficiency, I give the disgraceful mishandling of food-supplies, the complete break-down of transport, and the senseless mobilisation of millions of unwanted and unemployable troops. As an example of the corruption, I quote the shameless profiteering of nearly every one engaged in the giving and taking of war contracts. Obviously, the Emperor himself, as a supreme autocrat, must bear the responsibility for a system which failed mainly because of the men whom he appointed to control it. If he had acted differently, if he had been a different man.... These arguments are childish.
What it is important to realise is that from the first the revolution was a revolution of the people. From the first moment neither the Duma nor the intelligentsia had any control of the situation. Secondly, the revolution was a revolution for land, bread and peace – but, above all, for peace. There was only one way to save Russia from going Bolshevik. That was to allow her to make peace.
A FEW days later the assembled delegations left for England, France and Italy. There were no bands to play them off, no official farewells. They travelled via Murmansk, where the Kildonan Castle was waiting to pick them up, and, mindful of the fate of Kitchener, they kept the day and the hour of their departure secret. And, in order that the secret might be better guarded, they sacrificed their shoes, which, at the request of those responsible for their safety, were left outside their bedroom doors long after the occupants had stolen away.
There is a story current that on his return to England Lord Milner wrote a Cabinet report in which he expressed his firm conviction that there would be no revolution, and that before the ink on it was dry the revolution had already started.
Nor was there anything in Lord Milner's attitude during his Russian visit, or in the nmerous conversations which I had with him, to give the impression that he had any confidence in the permanence of the Tsarist régime. What advice he gave to Mr. Lloyd George I do not know, but I cannot believe that it was optimistic.
One thing is certain. If this Mission did not open the eyes of its members to the state of Russia, it was useless even as an object-lesson to the Western Allies. As far as Russia was concerned, it might just as well have remained in London, Rome and Paris.
Lord Milner and George Clerk having returned to St. Petersburg, we were promptly inflicted with the military invasion of Sir Henry Wilson and his brother officers. There was no political significance attached to this visit. Yet it nearly ruined my relations with my Russian friends and involved me in one of the most uncomfortable incidents in my official life.
The generals had come to Moscow, not for business but for relaxation. They had had their bellyful of official entertaining. In any case they were not interested in the political views of Moscow malcontents or, for that matter, of a beardless Consular officer. What could I do to amuse them? Could I arrange a small dinner and a dance for them? And, as they were fifteen strong, need I invite the husbands? This was the burden of my conversation with Sir Henry Wilson on his arrival, and, anxious to please so great a soldier, I rushed away to fulfil his commands.
I sought the assistance of my wife. She rang up the wives of the Russians who throughout the War had done most to help us to entertain the various English missions which had visited Moscow. With delicious zest they entered into the spirit of the adventure, and before luncheon time we had arranged an almost perfect party. Need I say that our invitations had been extended only to the young and pretty wives and that their husbands had not been taken into their confidence? Oh, egregious, overzealous youth!
The party was held in a private room in the Hermitage Restaurant. The food, the wines, were the best that Moscow could provide. The orchestra was Korsch, and in honour of the English guests Korsch played "Love Me and the World is Mine" with even more than his usual feeling. The party was a complete success. It was friendly. It was decorous. In the presence of such pillars of respectability as General Clive, Lord Duncannon and Sir Henry Wilson himself, how could it have been otherwise? And yet in this fold of innocents there was one black sheep. Lord Brook asked if he might bring a friend to the dinner. She was unknown to my Moscow friends. She was an aristocrat. She had been divorced. Worst of all, she came from St. Petersburg.
Let me hasten to say that both she and Lord Brook behaved even more decorously than the most decorous member of this decorous gathering. But the mischief was done. And at an early hour next morning my telephone buzzed incessantly with calls from irate husbands demanding apologies for my conduct. The final blow came when my richest, most influential Russian friend called at the Consulate-General and asked to speak to me. He was shown into my room. He walked up to my desk and clicked his heels. There was a look of steel in his eyes.
"Roman Romanovitch," he said, "you were my friend. I consider it my duty to inform you that your conduct in inviting my wife without me last night was ungentlemanly. Goodbye."
And, righteously indignant, he strode out of the room.
It took me weeks of arduous attention to gather up the fragments of my broken friendships.
Празднество состоялось в отдельном кабинете ресторана «Эрмитаж». Кухня и вина были лучшими из того, что могла предложить Москва. Играл оркестр Корша, и в честь английских гостей Корш исполнил «Люби меня, и мир будет моим» даже душевнее, чем обычно. Вечер удался на славу. Он носил дружеский характер. Все было благопристойно. Разве могло быть по-другому в в присутствии таких столпов респектабельности как генерал Клайв, лорд Дунканнон и сэр Генри Уилсон? И все же в это невинное стадо затесалась одна паршивая овца. Лорд Брук попросил разрешения привести на ужин знакомую. Мои московские друзья ее не знали. Она была аристократкой. Она была разведена. И, что хуже всего, она была из Санкт-Петербурга.
Я должен сказать, что как она, так и лорд Брук вели себя даже благопристойнее, чем самый благопристойный из участников этого благопристойного собрания. Но ущерб уже был нанесен. На следующий день с раннего утра мой телефон беспрестанно трезвонил, разгневанные мужья требовали, чтобы я извинился за свое поведение. Последний удар был мне нанесен моим самым богатым и самым влиятельным другом, приехавшим в генеральное консульство и попросившим о встрече со мной. Его провели в мой кабинет. Он подошел к столу и щелкнул каблуками. У него был стальной взгляд.
«Роман Романович», — сказал он,— «вы были моим другом. Я считаю своим долгом сообщить вам, что вы, пригласив вечером мою жену без меня, поступили не как джентльмен. До свидания».
Возмущенный, он выскочил из комнаты.
The next day I returned to Moscow, and Lord Milner resumed his place at the conference table. And, while the delegates were discussing Constantinople, Alsace-Lorraine, and the spoils of war, there were riots round the bread-shops, workmen were being arrested by the Ochrana, and in the entourage of the Imperial family frightened women were repeating the prophecy of Rasputin: "If I die or you abandon me, you will lose your son and your throne within six months."


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Alyssa Morris Forecast: A Commissioned Work for Oboe and Percussion
The purpose of this project was to commission, perform, and discuss a new work for an instrument pairing not often utilized, oboe and percussion. The composer, Alyssa Morris, was selected in June 2009. Her work, titled Forecast, was completed in October of 2009 and premiered in February of 2010, as part of a program showcasing music for oboe and percussion. Included in this document is a detailed biography of the composer, a description of the four movements of Forecast, performance notes for each movement, a diagram for stage set-up, the full score, the program from the premiere performance with biographies …
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Three Newly Commissioned Works for Bass Clarinet: A Recording and Performance Practice Guide
New works for the bass clarinet as a solo instrument are uncommon. In the interest of expanding the repertoire of the bass clarinet, three new works for bass clarinet were commissioned from three different composers, all with different instrumentations. The resulting works are Industrial Strength for bass clarinet and piano by Kenji Bunch; Dark Embers for two bass clarinets by Theresa Martin; and Shovelhead for bass clarinet and interactive electronics by Steven Snowden. Although all three works feature the bass clarinet, they are all very different and pose unique challenges to the performer. To accompany these pieces, and as an …
Miracle, Matthew, Spring, Robert, Gardner, Joshua, et al.
Extended Techniques for Saxophone: An Approach Through Musical Examples
The repertoire of the saxophone has advanced significantly since its invention circa 1840. Performers are required to adapt to the demands of composers - many of whom are exploring new and unconventional sounds and techniques. Numerous texts exist to identify and explain these so-called "extended" techniques, but there are very few resources for the initial stages of performance. In order to offer performers a resource, the author of this text composed forty original etudes (or studies) that incorporate extended techniques in a variety of ways. After identifying common extended techniques that a performer might face, the author focused on four …
Murphy, Patrick Joseph, Hill, Gary, Spring, Robert, et al.
A Recording Project Featuring Three Newly Commissioned Works for Clarinet
This project features three new pieces for clarinet commissioned from three different composers. Two are for unaccompanied clarinet and one is for clarinet, bass clarinet, and laptop. These pieces are Storm's a Comin' by Chris Burton, Light and Shadows by Theresa Martin, and My Own Agenda by Robbie McCarthy. These three solos challenge the performer in various ways including complex rhythm, use of extended techniques such as growling, glissando, and multiphonics, and the incorporation of technology into a live performance. In addition to background information, a performance practice guide has also been included for each of the pieces. This guide …
Vaughan, Melissa Lynn, Spring, Robert, Micklich, Albie, et al.
Revolution of Reinvention: A Self Study on Recording and Entrepreneurial Skills in Modern Music Performing
A common concern among musical performers in today''s musical market pertains to their capacity to adapt to the constantly changing climate of the music business. This document focuses on one aspect of the development of a sustainable, entrepreneurship skill set: the production of a recording. While producing the recording Chocolates, the author examined and documented the multiplicity of skills encompassed with a recording project. The first part of the document includes a discussion of various aspects of the recording project, Chocolates, through an entrepreneurial lens, and an evaluation of the skill sets acquired through the recording process. Additionally, the inspiration …
Stuckemeyer, Mary, Micklich, Albie, Carpenter, Ellon, et al.
Biographical Sketch and Selected Works of Armando Guevara Ochoa
Due to the recent inclusion of a semi-regular "News from Latin America" column since 2007 in The Clarinet magazine and an increased emphasis on world music genre performances at the International Clarinet Association's annual ClarinetFest, Latin American clarinet compositions have become increasingly popular. Consequently, Latin American performers and composers are receiving more attention and recognition than ever before. The contemporary repertoire for clarinet increasingly includes works highlighted at the ClarinetFest international festivals, and many clarinetists express interest in finding new Latin American compositions. In order to supplement this growing Latin American repertoire and to introduce the life and works of …
Palmer, Katherine H., Spring, Robert, Micklich, Albie, et al.
Innovation: Chinese Folk Music Influence in Contemporary Clarinet Repertoire
Several contemporary clarinet works use Chinese folk music elements from different regions in new compositions to entice listener's and performer's appreciation of Chinese culture. However, to date, limited academic research on this topic exists. This research paper introduces six contemporary clarinet works by six Chinese composers: Qigang Chen's Morning Song, Yan Wang's Mu ma zhi ge (The Song of Grazing Horses), An-lun Huang's Capriccio for Clarinet and Strings Op. 41, Bijing Hu's The Sound of Pamir Clarinet Concerto, Mei-Mi Lan's Concerto for Clarinet and String Orchestra with Harp and Percussion, and Yu-Hui Chang's Three Fantasias for Solo Clarinet in B-flat. …
Feng, Chiao-Ting, Spring, Robert, Gardner, Joshua, et al.
A Transcription of Rebecca Clarke's Sonata for Viola and Piano for Clarinet and Piano by Johnathan Christian Robinson
Throughout centuries of great classical music, many clarinet compositions have been adapted from a wealth of literature for string instruments and instruments of similar ranges. Viola, violin, and cello literature can often be adapted into challenging literature for the clarinet. While the works of English composer and violist, Rebecca Clarke (1886-1979), have gained popularity in the early 2000s, many of her compositions have yet to be discovered by musicians performing on wind instruments of similar ranges. While legendary western composers such as Mozart, Weber, and Brahms, will continue to be enduring icons in classic clarinet literature, performers and educators alike …
Robinson, Johnathan Christian, Spring, Robert, Garder, Joshua, et al.
A Study of 21st-Century Works for Clarinet and Multimedia Featuring Three Newly Commissioned Works for Clarinet and Electronics with Visuals
In the fast-paced, technology-driven society of today, new demands are placed on artists to re-think how music is presented and communicated to the world. Access to the internet, development of sound manipulation software, and broader means of use and distribution through the digital music industry have drastically shifted the way the twenty-first century artist creates and performs music. One of the most striking changes that occurred is the increased use of visual material as a vehicle to enhance and contribute to the depth and intrigue of live performances and recordings. This project researches twenty-first century works for clarinet and multimedia …
Clements, Katrina Isabel, Spring, Robert, Gardner, Joshua, et al.

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In mysql use the signal command to raise an exception.
You will probably have to take a look at the delimiter command as well.

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The Tokyo Fire Raids, 1945
The Japanese View
The B-29 Superfortress bomber made its first appearance over Tokyo on November 1, 1944 - a single plane flying at 35,000 feet; beyond the reach of the defender's anti-aircraft guns and fighter planes. The intruder dropped no bombs. This was strictly a reconnaissance mission.
The Superforts returned in force at the end of the month, flying at altitudes that insured immunity from attacks by Japanese defenders. Although their high altitude provided a shield for the bombers, it also decreased the accuracy and impact of their bomb runs. To correct this deficiency, Major-General Curtis Lemay (newly appointed commander of the American Bomber Command) ordered a dramatic change in tactics. The bomber runs would be made at night, at low altitude and deliver a mixture of high explosive and incendiary bombs. The objective was to turn the closely-packed, wooden homes and buildings prevalent in the Japanese cities into raging infernos and ultimately into the most destructive of all weapons - the firestorm.
B-29 Superfortress
The Allies had first encountered the phenomenon of the firestorm when the British bombed the German city of Hamburg in August of 1943. The night raid ignited numerous fires that soon united into one uncontrollable mass of flame, so hot it generated its own self-sustaining, gale-force winds and literally sucked the oxygen out of the air, suffocating its victims. Lemay hoped to use this force to level the cities of Japan. Tokyo would be the first test.
A successful incendiary raid required ideal weather that included dry air and significant wind. Weather reports predicted these conditions over Tokyo on the night of March 9-10, 1945. A force of 334 B-29s was unleashed - each plane stripped of ammunition for its machine guns to allow it to carry more fire-bombs. The lead attackers arrived over the city just after dark and were followed by a procession of death that lasted until dawn. The fires started by the initial raiders could be seen from 150 miles away. The results were devastating: almost 17 square miles of the city were reduced to ashes. Estimates of the number killed range between 80,000 and 200,000, a higher death toll than that produced by the dropping of the Atomic Bomb on Hiroshima or Nagasaki six months later.
"They set to work at once sowing the sky with fire."
Robert Guillain was a French reporter assigned to Japan in 1938. He stayed on after war broke in Europe and was trapped in the country after Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor. He returned to France in 1946 and published a book recounting his experiences. He was in Tokyo on the night of March 9, 1945 when the wet winter weather made a surprise change to mild temperatures and gusty winds. We join his story as the sound of air-raid sirens pierce the night and the first B-29s make their appearance:
"They set to work at once sowing the sky with fire. Bursts of light flashed everywhere in the darkness like Christmas trees lifting their decorations of flame high into the night, then fell back to earth in whistling bouquets of jagged flame. Barely a quarter of an hour after the raid started, the fire, whipped by the wind, began to scythe its way through the density of that wooden city.
This time again, luck - or rather, the American command's methodical planning - spared my district from direct attack. A huge borealis grew over the quarters closer to the center, which had obviously been reached by the gradual, raid-by-raid unrolling of the carpet-bombing. The bright light dispelled the night and B-29s were visible here and there in the sky. For the first time, they flew low or middling high in staggered levels. Their long, glinting wings, sharp as blades, could be seen through the oblique columns of smoke rising from the city, suddenly reflecting the fire from the furnace below, black silhouettes gliding through the fiery sky to reappear farther on, shining golden against the dark roof of heaven or glittering blue, like meteors, in the searchlight beams spraying the vault from horizon to horizon. There was no question in such a raid of huddling blindly underground; you could be roasted alive before you knew what was happening. All the Japanese in the gardens near mine were out of doors or peering up out of their holes, uttering cries of admiration - this was typically Japanese - at this grandiose, almost theatrical spectacle.
The bombs were falling farther off now, beyond the hill that closed my horizon. But the wind, still violent, began to sweep up the burning debris beaten down from the inflamed sky. The air was filled with live sparks, then with burning bits of wood and paper until soon it was raining fire. One had to race constantly from terrace to garden and around the house to watch for fires and douse firebrands. Far-off torch clusters exploded and fell back in wavy lines on the city. Sometimes, probably when inflammable liquids were set alight, the bomb blasts looked like flaming hair. Here and there, the red puffs of antiaircraft bursts sent dotted red lines across the sky, but the defenses were ineffectual and the big B-29s, flying in loose formation, seemed to work unhampered. At intervals the sky would empty; the planes disappeared. But fresh waves, announced in advance by the hoarse but still confident radio voice, soon came to occupy the night and the frightful Pentecost resumed. Flames rose nearby - it was difficult to tell how near - toward the hill where my district ended. I could see them twisting in the wind across roofs silhouetted in black; dark debris whirled in the storm above me."
"Hell could be no hotter."
The bombers' primary target was the neighboring industrial district of the city that housed factories, docks and the homes of the workers who supplied the manpower for Japan's war industry. The district hugged Tokyo Bay and was densely-packed with wooden homes lining winding streets that followed random paths - all the ingredients necessary for creating a perfect fire storm.
"Around midnight, the first Superfortresses dropped hundreds of clusters of the incendiary cylinders the people called "Molotov flower baskets," marking out the target zone with four or five big fires. The planes that followed, flying lower, circled and crisscrossed the area, leaving great rings of fire behind them. Soon other waves came in to drop their incendiaries inside the "marker" circles. Hell could be no hotter.
B-29s drop their incendiaries
on a Japanese city.
The inhabitants stayed heroically put as the bombs dropped, faithfully obeying the order that each family defend its own home. But how could they fight the fires with that wind blowing and when a single house might be hit by ten or even more of the bombs, each weighing up to 6.6 pounds, that were raining down by the thousands? As they fell, cylinders scattered a kind of flaming dew that skittered along the roofs, setting fire to everything it splashed and spreading a wash of dancing flames everywhere - the first version of napalm, of dismal fame. The meager defenses of those thousands of amateur firemen - feeble jets of hand-pumped water, wet mats and sand to be thrown on the bombs when one could get close enough to their terrible heat were completely inadequate. Roofs collapsed under the bombs' impact and within minutes the frail houses of wood and paper were aflame, lighted from the inside like paper lanterns. The hurricane-force wind puffed up great clots of flame and sent burning planks planing through the air to fell people and set fire to what they touched. Flames from a distant cluster of houses would suddenly spring up close at hand, traveling at the speed of a forest fire. Then screaming families abandoned their homes; sometimes the women had already left, carrying their babies and dragging crates or mattresses. Too late: the circle of fire had closed off their street. Sooner or later, everyone was surrounded by fire.
The police were there and so were detachments of helpless firemen who for a while tried to control the fleeing crowds, channeling them toward blackened holes where earlier fires had sometimes carved a passage. In the rare places where the fire hoses worked - water was short and the pressure was low in most of the mains - firemen drenched the racing crowds so that they could get through the barriers of flame. Elsewhere, people soaked themselves in the water barrels that stood in front of each house before setting off again. A litter of obstacles blocked their way; telegraph poles and the overhead trolley wires that formed a dense net around Tokyo fell in tangles across streets. In the dense smoke, where the wind was so hot it seared the lungs, people struggled, then burst into flames where they stood. The fiery air was blown down toward the ground and it was often the refugees' feet that began burning first: the men's puttees and the women's trousers caught fire and ignited the rest of their clothing.
Proper air-raid clothing as recommended by the government to the civilian population consisted of a heavily padded hood over the head and shoulders that was supposed chiefly to protect people's ears from bomb blasts-explosives, that is. But for months, Tokyo had mostly been fire-bombed. The hoods flamed under the rain of sparks; people who did not burn from the feet up burned from the head down. Mothers who carried their babies strapped to their backs, Japanese style, would discover too late that the padding that enveloped the infant had caught fire. Refugees clutching their packages crowded into the rare clear spaces - crossroads, gardens and parks - but the bundles caught fire even faster than clothing and the throng flamed from the inside.
Hundreds of people gave up trying to escape and, with or without their precious bundles, crawled into the holes that served as shelters; their charred bodies were found after the raid. Whole families perished in holes they had dug under their wooden houses because shelter space was scarce in those overpopulated hives of the poor; the house would collapse and burn on top of them, braising them in their holes.
Tokyo after the raid
The fire front advanced so rapidly that police often did not have time to evacuate threatened blocks even if a way out were open. And the wind, carrying debris from far away, planted new sprouts of fire in unexpected places. Firemen from the other half of the city tried to move into the inferno or to contain it within its own periphery, but they could not approach it except by going around it into the wind, where their efforts were useless or where everything had already been incinerated. The same thing happened that had terrorized the city during the great fire of 1923: ...under the wind and the gigantic breath of the fire, immense, incandescent vortices rose in a number of places, swirling, flattening sucking whole blocks of houses into their maelstrom of fire.
Wherever there was a canal, people hurled themselves into the water; in shallow places, people waited, half sunk in noxious muck, mouths just above the surface of the water. Hundreds of them were later found dead; not drowned, but asphyxiated by the burning air and smoke. In other places, the water got so hot that the luckless bathers were simply boiled alive. Some of the canals ran directly into the Sumida; when the tide rose, people huddled in them drowned. In Asakusa and Honjo, people crowded onto the bridges, but the spans were made of steel that gradually heated; human clusters clinging to the white-hot railings finally let go, fell into the water and were carried off on the current. Thousands jammed the parks and gardens that lined both banks of the Sumida. As panic brought ever fresh waves of people pressing into the narrow strips of land, those in front were pushed irresistibly toward the river; whole walls of screaming humanity toppled over and disappeared in the deep water. Thousands of drowned bodies were later recovered from the Sumida estuary.
Sirens sounded the all-clear around 5 A.M. - those still working in the half of the city that had not been attacked; the other half burned for twelve hours more. I talked to someone who had inspected the scene an March 11. What was most awful, my witness told me, was having to get off his bicycle every couple of feet to pass over the countless bodies strewn through the streets. There was still a light wind blowing and some of the bodies, reduced to ashes, were simply scattering like sand. In many sectors, passage was blocked by whole incinerated crowds."
Guillain, Robert, I Saw Tokyo Burning (1981); Werrell, Kenneth, Blankets of Fire: US. Bombers over Japan During World War II (1996).
"The Incendiary Bombing Raids on Tokyo, 1945," EyeWitness to History, www.eyewitnesstohistory.com (2004).


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Smith, M. E. (2011). Implementation. In C. Hill, & M. Smith (Eds.), The International Relations of the European Union (Second ed.). Oxford University Press.
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The International Relations of the European Union. ed. / Christopher Hill; Michael Smith. Second. ed. Oxford University Press, 2011.
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The failure of the global capital markets that began in mid-2007 became systemic through 2008. Not surprisingly, economic activity slowed dramatically in most of the major industrial countries. At the end of the year, the output of most countries was contracting or about the contract.
The situation deteriorated so swiftly that the world's central banks and their governments went into full damage control. Remarkable as this meltdown was, equally remarkable was the coordinated response of the world. Facing a crisis, there was little debate, except for small details.
While the Bank of Canada was responding appropriately, the only government off-side was Canada, whose Prime Minister decided to try for cheap political advantage. This gambit blew up in his face and the anticipated budget is likely to join the fiscal norms of the industrial world by being stimulative.
While we will discuss how we got into this sorry mess below, let there be no doubt that the financial system, that is the banks, needed to be rescued, and fast. A modern technologically intensive economy [meaning real people creating real goods and services] cannot trade effectively unless it is sitting on the platform of a smoothly functioning financial system. It is the lubrication of the marketplace. Without massive intervention, the financial system would have effectively collapsed and taken the world's real economies down with it – into distress of extraordinary degree.
Are these bank rescues, bailouts, going to partly reward stupidity, greed, incompetence and some instances of fraud? Yes, but there is no choice. Some of this help will be wasted and some misdirected to the undeserving. The government of the United States was so taken unawares that it responded with pure crisis management, with no pretense of a plan. And the Secretary of the Treasury is a former Wall Street boy who wanted to tread gently with his old colleagues. This of course is a recipe for waste and confusion.
The entire argument is reduced to this fact: the financial system cannot be allowed to fail, meaning its major for-profit banks cannot fail. That is why banks are highly regulated, or supposed to be highly regulated. And that is how we get into this fiasco.
The great excuse machine in now in full gear. The financial institutions and their armies of MBA advisors are now claiming that this disaster was impossible to anticipate, like a meteor strike. Yet a financial crisis was anticipated and warnings sounded. The logic was inescapable.
Former students will remember that for at least 6 years, we have had to argue that the course of action of the US economy was unsustainable. Too much public debt, on top of growing private debt alone dictated a day of reckoning. President Bush was clearly incapable of understanding the gravity of the situation – actually any situation – and was never prepared to ask for sacrifice for any public purpose, including multiple wars. His original tax cuts removed any margin for error; as was said at the time: "What if something goes wrong". A lot was about to go wrong.
No matter the excuses and whining, the danger of a financial disruption was long known. Massive borrowing, cheap money and declining regulation all contributed to this inevitability. Indeed, for more than five years, the course notes have noted that the newly-formed global capital markets were poorly regulated and that there was a danger of imprudent borrowing being facilitated by the seamlessness of the international capital markets.
What was unknown and difficult to anticipate was the timing and the nature of the crisis. Would it be sudden and sharp, or slow and relentlessly insidious. And of course, what would the scale of the reckoning be? Ah, yes, the scale. That was truly unexpected.
Perversely enough, it is indeed preferable that the crisis is abrupt and deep. Since it had to come, better fast and unambiguous. Otherwise, the remedies would have been long in coming – resisted by every vested interest on earth. Fortunately, that horror has been averted. After all, the degree of this disruption contributed greatly to the election of Mr Obama. After eight lost years, a US President who has discernible intellectual function is a major bonus.
The deregulation of the US financial markets has been underway for a long time – sparked by President Reagan. It was part of general trend to deregulation. Soon to be lost was any sense that the financial players should not be treated like other industries. Other industries can fail, while banks cannot.
Against the backdrop of falling regulation, the banks went on a binge of innovation, creating a truly toxic product – subprime loans [including Alt A loans]. In doing so they violated the first rule of banking, presented to every former macro student: never lend money to people who need it! Red flags flying everywhere. Then to add gasoline to the fire, they broke the incentive to document how poor the borrowers really were. By securitizing the loans, the lender passed the loan onto someone else, having pocketed a management fat fee. Warning, warning, danger, danger! this way disaster lies.
But what were investors thinking? What were the banks thinking? Why did they not know that they were about to blow themselves up? Alan Greenspan, the near perpetual head of the Fed Reserve resisted financial regulation precisely because he expected their self-interest would guard them from danger. It is the great justification for markets. But of course, people behave stupidly [surprise, surprise], they forget to do due diligence, they respond to the short term and forget the long term. they get greedy. They routinely believe that the laws of economics can be superseded. Keynes, of course, understood this.
Admittedly, making a reasoned judgment about securitized debt [credit swaps, derivative contracts] was render more difficult as the securities themselves were wrapped up in complex legal language and even more complicated mathematics. What it actually meant or contained was never clear. Some issues came with thousands of pages of documentation. Who checked? Surely someone was checking? Of course, only a cynic would suggest that the complicated language was a smoke screen to make it difficult to conduct due diligence, rather than as a precise parsing of risk.
The industry of course said that by pooling risk individual risk fell. Apparently that meant that when something goes wrong we all fail together. Keynes also noted that so long ago.
Indeed, as the failures became manifest, the fact that the banks literally did not know exactly what they held and how much was toxic merely added to the panic. Investors hate uncertainty. and this was uncertainty to a bizarre degree.
Now it turned into a comic opera. Everyone starting "insuring" everyone else's loans through even more complicated means [credit swaps, etc]. AIG for example blissfully takes on massive obligations against loan defaults. And then the herd began to run. The US tendency to go over-the-top on everything came into play. Wall Street was a model to the world. The big global banks got on the bank wagon. Move quickly to take a position before the advantage was lost. No time to think.
As investors lost their wits, they began to believe that the risk reward relationship was no more. Even though competitive conditions were increasing everywhere and technology continued to cascade in unexpected directions, the risk of failure was "thought" to be declining. The risk premium between safe securities, like US treasuries, and private bonds shrunk. But that violated the economic principle that risk is a cost that was be understood and paid for. Logic now went on a vacation.
Unfortunately, this disaster hit with the US economy already vulnerable. Barely recovered from the internet/dot.bomb bubble, US public finances are out of control. Employment growth has been weak most of the decade. Tax rates are below those that can sustain a modern state. California, of all places, is in a fiscal nightmare. Healthcare expenditures are proportionately the highest in the world, with life expectancy far from the highest. And there are other issues. This of course limits America's ability to recover quickly, and consequently affects the entire world.
China, India, Russia and the European Union all face their own heavy challenges.
Canada as a major trading nation is powerfully affected by the distress of its customers. The Canadian economy through much of 2008 saw high job growth, with slowing economic activity. Its financial system has suffered little in relative terms. Its public finances remain prudently managed. Canada remains what it has long been, a small, conservative and properous society, on the margin of the world.
This commentary will look forward to 2009 and beyond in a posting just before the New Year. Commentary on innovation and economic updates will begin in January.


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Rhode Island Governor Gina Raimondo convened a task force focused on "gun safety" last April, comprised predominantly of members drawn from "the judiciary, the Attorney General's Office, state and local law enforcement agencies, gun violence prevention advocates, mental health advocates, public health experts, educators, and other community members, including affected families and youth." A number of university professors are included in the ranks.
That working group issued its Final Report and Recommendations last week. The report could have been published by Everytown (which is cited as a source of statistics on "high capacity magazines") or any other anti-gun organization; it's nothing more than a laundry list of policy recommendations that have failed elsewhere or were rejected by voters, and fail to address the cause of the problem. The working group wants to treat "gun violence" with a "public health approach" but would rather blame firearms and punish law-abiding gun owners than address crime or suicide.
From the report: "Nationally, gun-related deaths rose for the last three years after remaining relatively flat for almost fifty years." Note that this includes suicides as well as homicides, despite the chasm of difference in appropriate policy solutions for each. Let's first look at death rates in Rhode Island specifically.
The group does acknowledge that "in Rhode Island we are fortunate to have a low rate of firearms deaths as compared to the national average…" The chart below reveals that the rate of homicides involving firearms has been declining over the last 17 years while the rate for suicide by firearm has a general upward trend. The rate for total firearms-related deaths (regardless of intent) has been declining over this time period.
With that understanding of Rhode Island "gun violence" trends, let's examine some of the working group's recommendations.
The working group claims that a study found the 1994 "ban on large capacity magazines (LCM) largely had a greater impact on a drop-in gun violence. That very study actually found that "Because the [ban] has not yet reduced the use of LCMs in crime, we cannot clearly credit the ban with any of the nation's recent drop in gun violence." The working group claims that study found that "The use of assault weapons in crime declined by 70% nine years after the 1994 Assault Weapons Ban took effect" but they really mean the number of traces for assault weapons declined by 70%. The number of traces is not necessarily the same as the number of crimes.
We know that an "assault weapons" ban won't work because it didn't work. The Rand Corporation found assault weapons bans – and bans on "high capacity" magazines – had uncertain effects on total homicides and firearms homicides because the evidence is inconclusive.
Let's bring the focus back to Rhode Island instead of using national data.
How many people were killed with long guns of any kind in Rhode Island? Thirteen, between 1999 and 2016. That includes shotguns, which share the same mortality code as rifles. According to FBI data, there were eight murders with a firearm in Rhode Island in 2017. None were committed with rifles. The working group frequently cites laws in Massachusetts as an example of what Rhode Island "should" do, but fails to notice that firearms make up a larger percentage of all murders in Massachusetts (58%) than in Rhode Island (40%), and that Rhode Island has had a lower firearms homicide rate than Massachusetts for seven of the last ten years, including the last three consecutive years (using CDC data, available through 2016).
The Rhode Island Working Group for Gun Safety also dedicates sections of their report to laws pertaining to seizing firearms from those deemed to be a danger to themselves or others and prohibiting firearms on school grounds, but Governor Raimondo and her allies in the state legislature didn't give the working group a chance to complete their task before enacting such laws. Raimondo issued an Executive Order prohibiting firearms at schools (exempting only law enforcement) and signed a gun control bill that gave even the ACLU concerns because of it's lack of procedural protections. Both of those actions were undertaken between the authorization of the Working Group for Gun Safety and the issuance of the group's final report. The group had only met twice before the Governor issued the executive order. The authorization for the working group explicitly instructed it to study red flag laws and policies.
The timeline makes one question the value of the working group, considering the very person who created the group didn't wait to read its recommendations. This is just another example of how anti-gun politicians and their allies will do or say whatever it takes to enact the same tired gun control proposals.
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Royston Dsouza, Indian Football Player
Royston Dsouza is an Indian football player plays as a mid fielder for Sporting Club Goa.
Royston Dsouza is an Indian national level football player. He is one of the widely acclaimed football players in western part of India- Goa. Royston Dsouza is the devoted to Sporting Club de Goa as a midfielder in the I league Seasons.
Early Life of Royston Dsouza
Royston Dsouza, one of the most celebrated football players of domestic and national level football player, was born 20 October 1990. He is an Indian footballer who plays as a midfielder for Sporting Club de Goa in the I-League.
Career of Royston Dsouza
Royston Dsouza was selected for the U10 team at his high school, Don Bosco, where he completed his schooling, in which marked the beginning of his football journey in the national level.
Royston Dsouza with Maharashtra Football Team
Royston Dsouza went on to represent the Maharashtra football team in his early phase of his career, at U16 level while still continuing to rise through the age groups at Don Bosco. While in High School of Don Bosco, Royston Dsouza was also a hockey player as well as a footballer but in the end chose to be a footballer.
Royston Dsouza with Mahindra United Football Team
Royston Dsouza then joined I-Leagues with Mahindra United Football Team at the U19 level in the year 2008. While with the Mahindra United Youth Team, Royston Dsouza was converted into an attacking midfielder. He stayed at Mahindra United Football team for one year before joining Bengal Mumbai Football Club, where Royston Dsouza thought he would begin his professional career at during the I-League 2nd Division but Bengal Mumbai did not register for the 2nd Division and thus Dsouza barely played but in that time finished his studies.
Royston Dsouza with Air India Football Club
Royston Dsouza attended trials for I-League team Air India Football Club in August 2011 where after five days of training, Royston Dsouza had won a contract with the club. He then made his professional debut for Air India against Mumbai Football Club in the I-League on 23 October 2011. Air India lost 1-4.
Royston Dsouza with Salgaocar Football Club
Royston Dsouza made his debut for Salgaocar Football Club on 12th October 2012 during an I-League match against Shillong Lajong Football Club (Shillong Lajong F.C) at the Nehru Stadium in Shillong, Meghalaya. There Salgaocar FC drew the match 1-1.
Royston Dsouza with Sporting Goa
On 15 February 2014, Royston Dsouza signed for Sporting Clube de Goa on loan from Mumbai Tigers Football Club. He made his debut for Sporting Goa on 16 February 2014 in the I-League match against Pune Football Club at the Balewadi Sports Complex in which he came on as a substitute for Mauvin Borges in the 44th minute as Sporting Goa drew the match 1-1.


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Ђорђе Детлингер (Београд,  — , ) био је српски фудбалер.

Играчка каријера
Рођен је у Београду. Играо је за СК Југославија и ФК БАСК у првенству Југославије. Наставио је да игра за БАСК у Српској лиги 1939/40. и Српској лиги 1940/41. постигавши по гол у обема сезонама.

Тренерска каријера
Тренирао је ФК Рудар из Какња у сезони 1960/61, када је клуб постао првак Републичке лиге Босне и Херцеговине. Титула им је обезбедила место у плеј-офу за Другу савезну лигу Југославије. После пораза од првака Хрватске републичке лиге ХНК Борово резултатом 0 : 8, Детлингер је отпуштен. Тренирао је и ФК Борац из Бање Луке.

Референце

Тренери Борца Бања Лука
Југословенски фудбалски тренери
Српски фудбалски тренери
Фудбалери БАСК Београда
Фудбалери ФК Југославије
Нападачи у фудбалу
Југословенски фудбалери
Српски фудбалери
Спортисти из Београда

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Giving More Than We Take: The Bell Family, Shane Hendren's Masterpiece, and The Montezuma Ball
November 21, 2013 by Amy Cliser Leave a Comment
I remember him telling us [that] he got up every day hoping to give more than he got from life. He believed when we give more than we take, civilization advances. When more people take than give, civilization regresses.
-Alan Bell, on his father Saul Bell, founder of Rio Grande
On Saturday, November 23, the 2013 Montezuma Ball, a popular charity event in Albuquerque, will hold an auction to benefit several worthy non-profits in the state. It will be an evening with a gorgeous, historically rich theme, The Year of Turquoise. The name and the cause lured Molly Bell, a Rio Grande director and daughter of founder Saul Bell, to rise to the occasion. It's a good Thanksgiving story about being grateful, giving back to the community, and collaborating within Albuquerque's jewelry industry. And, in the end, the results are stunning!
A Ball is Born
The first Montezuma Ball took place in 1902 as a social event to rival those in other metropolitan areas of the time, such as Denver and St. Louis. It was inspired by Lew Wallace's book The Fair God, and it was quite an affair! It included a parade with floats, and for several years, one featured a giant eagle ridden by Montezuma, hence the Ball's name. The Ball was suspended in 1917 due to the U.S. entry into World War I, but it was revived after the war and held in the Alvarado Hotel, a beloved Harvey-era hotel in Albuquerque. When the hotel was demolished, the Ball dissolved as well. That was in 1970.*
The Ball is Back . . .
. . . and its focus is philanthropic! In 2000, Jim Long of Hotel Albuquerque was instrumental in reviving the Montezuma Ball as both a charity event for local beneficiaries, and a great celebration of New Mexican history. Since that time, the Ball has raised over one million dollars for various New Mexico charities. This year, the primary beneficiary is WESST, a non-profit which fosters small business development and growth. It's a life-changing organization that has created opportunity over the years for tens of thousands of low-income and women entrepreneurs, among others. For some time, Rio Grande has supported WESST. We believe in its positive ripple effect on many New Mexican lives.
Montezuma Ball is a powerful philanthropic force in New Mexico. Its main fundraising mechanism? Each year the Ball features a small number of live auction items, each appraised at no less than $5,000. This year, one of those items is the result of a collaboration between Molly Bell and exquisite local jewelry artist, Shane R. Hendren.
"Life On A Ranch" by Rayne Hendren, artist and wife of Shane R. Hendren
Shane's Star Power
Even a short conversation with Shane Hendren reveals a deeply-rooted family history, an unwavering personal compass, and the humility one would expect from a much lesser talent. One gets the sense that he's tapped into an ancient wisdom (with a capital "W"), and that this manifests in his jewelry.
When Shane was a boy, his father took him to see the Great Basin Buckaroos in Nevada. The vaqueros sported glimmering silver cowboy gear, heavily engraved and of exquisite quality—able to weather many beatings. These were treasures meant not to be boastful, but to reflect their pride as cowboys. Shane made the connection between this way of life and the Navajo ideals of wearing one's wealth, and owning only what one can carry.
Shane's award-winning jewelry draws upon his roots and his relationship to the land.
Native American history runs through Shane's veins, not just because of his Navajo genes, but because of his experiences on the land and with horses. He comes from a long line of ranchers, and, at age 12, he inherited part of his great grandmother's ranch, known as the Chaco Canyon Ranch Headquarters. He remembers the day when his great uncle picked him up in his truck, showed him his gear, his land, and his horses. He was dropped off that night to learn the realities of life on the ranch. That ranch is ten miles away from the Chaco Canyon site, a place that historians now know was a turquoise processing and distribution center for the Native American community.
Art runs deep in his family as well: Shane's dad is a poet, his mother a quilter, and his great-grandmother a textile weaver in the Native American tradition. Shane himself won awards for his paintings and sculptures as a young man, but he chose jewelry as the best of both worlds when he had the opportunity to study it. With several fine arts degrees, one from the University of New Mexico, Shane is now internationally acclaimed and collected. He has won many awards, including the 2007 Artist of the Year award from the Indian Arts and Crafts Association, and his bolo took first place at the 2012 Heard Museum Indian Market. He is a valuable member of the Advisory Board of AtlAtl and the boards of Indian Arts and Crafts Association and its Education Fund. In 2010, he was recognized on the floor of the NM House of Representatives for his service to the arts. All of this, and he was called on by the British Museum in 2009 as an expert panelist on the new school of Native American turquoise jewelry—of which he is exemplary—at the Turquoise, Henry Christy, and museum collections conference. So, Shane Hendren is not only exceptionally talented, but he has a heart to give back to his community.
What's more, over the years, Shane has established a meaningful history with Rio Grande. First, he studied mokume gane with Sessin Durgham, a Saul Bell Design Award winner and now an expert on Rio's Tech Team. Then, Shane won a scholarship to Santa Fe Symposium, a jewelry manufacturing and technology event hosted by Rio Grande and held in Albuquerque each year. It seems wonderfully fitting that Shane would team up with Rio Grande again, this time to benefit the larger community.
Molly, Shane, and Turquoise
Molly approached Shane about creating a one-of-a-kind, exquisite necklace and earring set for The Year of Turquoise auction. She asked Shane if he would donate his design and fabrication expertise, if Rio Grande donated the gold, silver, and turquoise. Shane gladly agreed, and he got goose bumps when he handled the turquoise that the family presented him with: rare, rough, untreated turquoise from the inactive Stormy Mountain mine in Nevada. Over forty years ago, the Bell family acquired this turquoise. It came from one of the preeminent turquoise cutters in New Mexico. For many years, he set aside exceptional turquoise for his personal collection. When he retired, he sold the entire collection to the Bell family, who has kept all of it, untouched, waiting for an opportunity to use this treasure wisely. It literally sat in safe keeping until now.
Shane went to work, creating drawings for the Bell family to choose from. His Navajo heritage led him to incorporate some traditional iconography and symbolism, and he integrated the turquoise in several designs rich in pattern, tradition, and sophistication. Shane's fabricated design, now an exquisite hand-engraved silver, gold, and Stormy Mountain turquoise necklace and earring set, accented with faceted topaz, will be unveiled this Saturday at the Montezuma Ball's live auction!
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Ciara Family Photo, Husband, Siblings, Son, Age, Height
Ciara represents her country American as a singer, song writer and record producer. She is not only good at singing but also made her name in acting too. In her early years of age she formed group and started recording demos. She came into lime light for her first song Got Me Waiting which she released with R&B singer Fantasia. Later she signed Laface records and started working for her debut album. She made her singing career debut through super hit album Goodies in 2004. After this she released many albums and gathered many awards for her mystical voice. Apart from her singing career she has also worked in many films like All you've Got, Mama, I Want to Sing and many others as an actress. Please scroll down for more information about American singer Ciara, about her family photo, husband, siblings, son, age and height.
Ciara Family Member Name and relationship:
Father: Carlton Harris
Mother: Jackie Harries
Husband: Russell Wilson
Son: Future Zahir Wilburn
Ciara Family:
She opened her eyes for the first time into a family of Austin, Texas. She is the daughter of Mr. Carlton Harris and his wife Jackie Harris. Ciara is the only child of her parents and her parents have served American army for a long time.
Ciara Full Name:
Her full name is Ciara Princess Wilson but she likes to use her name Ciara.
Ciara Siblings:
She is the only child of her parents and has no siblings. She always misses the empty space of her siblings in her life.
Ciara Husband:
She is married to Mr. Russell Wilson. Russell Wilson is a professional footballer in America. The couple has recently exchanged their wedding rings in 2016. Before this, she has dated to many other celebrities.
Ciara Son:
She has a beloved son Future Zahir Wilburn form her former boyfriend Future. She loves her beloved son a lot and considers him lucky charm for her.
Ciara Age:
She is currently in her 31st year of age and going to celebrate her 32nd birthday in 2017. She was born on 25th October in 1985.
Ciara height:
She is 5.7 feet tall which is a perfect height for her according to her profession. Moreover her tall height makes her prominent in the list of American female singers.
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