Thursday, July 28, 2011

Tamburaški Sastav Takt - Palešnik

As a young man I heard stories about Bjelovarsko and about the area around .  They were three hundred year old stories.  The old men would tell these stories about long ago. Perhaps someday when I am old I will share some of those stories with you.

So, where is Bjelovarsko?  First find Croatia on the map above.  Then look to the right and you can see where in Croatia this "county" is located.  In ancient times Bjelovar was in the Kingdom of Slavonia, one of the Croatian Kingdoms.  The histories want to tell us the region is "new," that Bjelovar is first mentioned in 1413 and that there wasn't much here until Maria Theresa built a fort in 1756.  Ummm hmmmm, dobro.  So, ask the  question about how the Hungarian overlords came up with the name Bjelovar. 

A few entries past, in "U RAJ NIJE PIVO," we talked about Croatian Hussars in the service of the Austrian King of Mexico.  Here's a photo of Bjelovarski graničari – Husari 1756 at a celebration.

Hercegovac, not to be confused with Herzogovina, is a town of about 3000 souls very near Palešnik. Along side Omladinska Street near the middle of town is  the NK Hajduk nogomet field.  NK Hajduk proven themselves to be a solid team. Their supporters are proud of them.  Kavana Ilova is among those  supporters and Kavana Ilova is where the party is this weekend between Saturday at 8:00pm - Sunday at 2:00am.  TS Takt says:  "Ovaj put bez hostesa,  ali dođite i zabavite se uz Takt i Pan :) Vidimo se :)"  (this is without hostess but come and have fun with Takt and Pan, See you there!).  You know what?  As I'm writing this about 40 people have already said on Facebook that they are coming to the party and almost a hundred more are "maybe."  Party party party!! I do wish I could be there too.  Someday, someday I just might be there.

Slavko Kolar came from nearby Palešnik which has maybe 600 people all told unless there's a party there and the population surges. Kolar was a satirical and humorous writer of such works as "Boot," "Birch," and "Do Cows need tails?" Slavko Kolar is not the only accomplished person from Palešnik. As small as it is, through the years people have come and  gone from the community. I know of some families who emigrated from Palesnik to Amerika a long time ago. In fact, I may know several of their descendants here and there. Tamburaški Sastav Takt lives in Palešnik

Tamburaški Sastav Takt consist of five guys who have been performing together about  five years.  The band consists of:
Davor Bazijanec - harmonika
Domagoj Ćuk - prim
Matija Mikuleta - brač
Tomislav Poredski - bugarija
Andrija Mikuleta - bas

So now you are going to need a lesson in what these instruments are.  The harmonika is not a little thing you play with your mouth.  On english it is "accordian" because of a very popular manufacturer of these things a hundred years ago or so. The tamburica each have three parts: body, neck and head. It used to be that the body was carved from a block of wood, but now they are built in much the same way as a guitar or violin with a box. Various shapes have been popular at different times.  The neck has a fingerboard with frets and these days the 'snail" design is often seen for the head.  The prim has one double string, G, and three single strings E, A, D. This is the smallest tamburica (about 50 cm long), but is very loud. It is very often used as a lead instrument or harmonizing instrument. The brač has two double strings and two single strings. it is a somewhat  lower instrument than the prim but played in a similar fashion. The bugarija has one double  string D and three single strings, similar to a guitar.  The bas has four strings. It is the  largest instrument in the tamburica family,  and is similar to contrabass. You have to stand up to play the bas.

What can I tell you about TS Takt?  They are young, they are fresh.  As one of them told me "Sviramo narodno, tamburaško, zabavno. (We play folk, tamburasi music, fun music). He went on to tell me "Naše selo se zove Palešnik. Sviramo svakakve zabave I svakakve veselice. Sviramo najviše hrvatsku glazbu, a željeli bismo svirati posvuda..Nije bitno gdje se svira, bitno da je veselo!" (Our village is called Palešnik. We play all sorts of fun and all sorts  of gatherings. We play mostly Croatian music and would like to play everywhere .. It does not matter where we play, it is happy!)

TS Takt is a happy band who will go far as they mature. If you haven't heard them yet, here they are.  When you have to pay big money to get in the concert hall to hear them remember you heard them first here on their video:

Uffffff everytime I watch their video I want to eat!!! 

do sljedeći put, blagoslov - until next time, blessings,

Canovals a.k.a. Slavonac

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Little pieces of paper

Today the river's name is Marecchia. The Greeks called it Αριμινος (Ariminos).  The Greek name survives in "Rimini" which forms part of the name of the region through which this river flows to the Adriatic Sea.  Near here it was that Plutarch says that Julius Caesar, as he was crossing the Rubicon from Cis-Alpine Gual into Italy quoted Menander, saying:  "Ἀνερρίφθω κύβος"  (Let the die be cast).  Caesar would meet with the Roman Senate in Rimini and there begins a story of Empire and power and dominion about which, if  you wish to know more, there have been many notable words written elsewhere.

Three hundred years or so later, Ivan (Ἰωάννης ὁ Χρυσόστομος) stood before Arcadius, the Emporer of the Eastern Roman Empire accused of evil doing and no wonder, Ivan, or John, the Golden Mouthed as he was called,  preached against the abuse of authority by both ecclesiastical and political leaders.  Gaudentius, the Bishop of Rimini, along with Ambrose, rose to John's  defense. Gaudentius was also present at the Synod of Rimini in which  some 400 Bishops of the church rejected the efforts to inject the words "the Son is like the Father" into the creed.

Gaudenitius also ordained a Deacon, a fellow named Marinus the Dalmatian.  Marinus was born on the Island Arba ('dark, obscure, green, forested') in Dalmatia. In modern Croatian Arba is Rab. Marinus was a stone mason who had come over to Rimini when Diocletian forked up the money for a  major construction project in Rimini. When Diocletian ordered the round up and extermination of the Christians, Marinus fled to the hills and hid out in a cave on Mount Titano from which he could see his beloved Jadrana, the Adriatic sea.  He died in 366 AD after leaving this simple will: "Relinquo vos liberos ab utroque homine." ("I leave you free from both men" i.e.  free from both Emporer and Pope).

Mount Titano
 These words sufficed as the constitution of San Marino until in 8 October 1600 a somewhat more elaborate written constitution with those words still at the core was adopted by the republic.  Did you know Abraham Lincoln was a citizen of the Republic of San Marino?  Jup, its true.  Lincoln's  reply to the letter sent by the government of San Marino is very similar to the words he would speak at Gettysburg not very long after.

The US Constitution came almost 200 years after the written constitution in San Marino.  In principle, the two documents are amazingly similar. On 3 May, 1791, the Sejm (parliament) of Poland enacted the third  written constitution for any modern state in the world.  On 4 October 1824, the congress of Mexico ratified the "Federal Constitution of the United Mexican States."

In 1835 Antonio López de Santa Anna abolished the Constitution of Mexico with his "Seven Laws."  On the second of  October 1835, some of Santa Anna's troops went to Gonzales, Texas, to retrieve some cannon left there to protect the town from Comanche raids, where upon the Mexicans began to learn the meaning of the phrase "Don't mess with Texas."  The Mexicans, uh, went away empty handed, that is to say - the ones who got away left empty handed.  A lot of Teksikanski have a thing about their firearms, if they got guns, you ain't gettin' 'em. No how, no way. Unh uh.

Back in 1833, the Austro - Hungarian Empire did a little round up of some illegal aliens. The Prussian Empire and the Russian Empire had both  objected strenuously to the Polish Constitution and invaded, bringing down what at that time was the largest country in Europe.  Some of the Polish soldiers walked across the border into Galicia where they were arrested.  The Austrians agreed to send these men where ever in the world they wanted to go.  The frigates Guerriere and Hebe set sail from Trst, then controlled by Austria, bound for New York City, Amerika arriving July 14th, 1834.

Andrej Felix Wardzinski was aboard that flotilla.  He made his way to New Orleans where he was recruited by Captain Amasa Turner to serve in the Texas Army.  Wardzinski arrived in Velasco on January 28th 1836 according to Headright Certificate No. 379 issued by the Harrisburg Board
of Commsioners.  On page 171 of the army rolls in the General Land Office Mr. Wardzinski is shown as a member of Captain Smith's Company on Galveston  Island, December 31, 1836.  Comptroller's Military Service Record No. 3102, 9 August, 1837, certifies Wardzinski to have been born in Poland in 1801.  He was five feet, seven and one half inches tall, of light complexion, with blue eyes and brown hair. Occupation soldier.  According to Bounty Certificate 691 in which he was granted 1280 acres of land,  Wardzinski served in the Texas Army from February 13, 1836 to August 15, 1837.  

A despot fiddled and Rome burned we are told.  The Davis boys fiddled and a despot napped. After Francis and Adolph Petrussewicz, John Kornicky and Joseph Schrusnecki who came with Wardzinski were slain with Col Fannin in a manner reminiscent of a later massacre at Vukovar, Sam Houston began drawing Santa Anna eastward.  Santa Anna's supply lines were lengthening.  Houston's supplies were closer thanks to Simon Wiess from Lublin in Poland who was nearby. Around 4:30 in the afternoon of 21 April 1836, Daniel and George Davis began to play their violins:   
"Will you come to the bow'r
I have shaded for you?
I have decked it with roses
All spangled with dew.
Will you, will you,
Will you, will you
Come to the bow'r?"
Over and over again they played the song.  Santa Anna didn't seem to notice or respond as the Teksikans advance silently across the nearly one thousand meters of open ground between the two camps. When they reached point blank  range, the Teksikans fired.  The Meksikans fled.  In eighteen minutes it was all over.  Santa Anna was captured.    

After the Battle of San Jacinto, in which he had served with Captain Turner, Wardzinski drops out of sight for a while and his land was sold for back taxes.  He reappears briefly in the records with the First Tennessee  Regiment of the U.S. Army under Colonel William B. Campbell on June 30 1846 as they land on Los Brazos de Santiago (the Arms of St James -  where Peneda landed in 1519 and about which we talked in Na Naší Půdě Straší). The First Tennessee was assigned with Quitman's brigade to take  Fort Diablo in Monterrey. They were out in front of the attack and  Wardzinski is separated from his unit for a little while during the melee.  Before the smoke cleared he was back in the thick of things.  That day they earned the nickname "The Bloody First."  In 1847 the unit returned to Texas and was mustered out in May.  Afterward Wardzinski fades from view entirely.

Other writers have noted that too many Slavic immigrants to Texas are invisible in the English records.  Perhaps it was because  they didn't speak English and Texas was big enough that it often wasn't necessary.  There were enough Slavs of various sorts here that unless you owned land there was often no need to be on the record anywhere.  Marriages and births were recorded in church records in those times. Sadly some of those records have been lost to mice and mold and are no longer available to us.  There were Anglos who came here too in those times to be incognito and they succeeded.

Little pieces of paper.  Men and women will fight and die for little pieces of paper.  Little scraps of paper which tell the story of their aspirations for just a little bit  of freedom.  Little bits of paper which free people from pope and despot alike.  Little pieces of paper worth traveling half way around the world to defend.  Wardzinski did and he wasn't alone as you saw.  The Polski were not the only Slavs who came to help in the struggles in Texas for freedom, and Slavs weren't  the only ones who joined in this task of love either. All kinds of people joined in the effort for a little piece of paper worth bleeding and dieing for. There are other stories, lots of them, but some of those you have most likely read elsewhere.

There were all sorts of immigrants to Texas. Some were kruh or chleb (bread) immigrants. Some came for the freedom from pope and potentate guaranteed by the fourth written constitution of any nation in the modern world.  Father Leopold Moczygemba would come later to found the first Polish settlement in North America at Panna Maria.  Some had come to fight and die for that little piece of paper and what it meant. For many, no matter how long their families have been here, no much they love this place,  there is an awareness that HOME is far far away.  Far away in time, far away in distance, far away emotionally, sometimes just far far far away. Sometimes all you can do is have a little cry and go on.  Far far away ,,,

On YouTube, you make "friends."  Most of those friendships are  superficial.  Maybe most all of them are.  Usually you don't know any thing really about them except the music they listen or the videos they make. Too many people make videos which border on lewdness.  A lot of the videos you see are simply superficial.  Either way, that may tell something about the individual who posts them.  Sometimes you run across a fellow video maker who somehow injects emotion and skill into their production. Those you respect.  You enjoy their work for the sake of the art, for the sake of the expression.

One of this last sort, kotasierota, one of the kind who seem to be real people, returned HOME to Poland for a holiday not long ago.  Went to a place not awfully far from where Croats once roamed the prairies and the hills a millennium or so ago.  I was jealous, and happy at the same time.  Not all of us get to go daleko daleko ,,, far far away 

Daleko Daleko

do sljedeći put, blagoslov - until next time, blessings,

Canovals a.k.a. Slavonac

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Silences ,,,

As of precisely 00:01 hours this very morning train horns went silent forever in El Campo, Texas.  Shannon Crabtree writes in the El Campo Leader News  "You’ll still be able to hear the train a comin,’ but those lonesome whistles won’t be a blowin’..."  

There was another silence a few years back.  On Saturday morning the 23rd of June 2007. Bobby Jones, the "Polka King" of Wharton County didn't come to work at radio station KULP and  he hasn't been heard from since.

Wharton police found some car tracks leading down to the Colorado River and a license plate from his car but that's all.  The river was high and it was a long time before the search could really get under way in the river.  

On the State of Texas Missing Persons bulletin his is case MO706013.
Race: White Sex: Male DOB 8/13/1958 Age Missing:48
Height 5ft 7 in Weight:185 lb
Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Green
last seen: 6/22/2007 in Wharton County.
May have been traveling in a red 1993 Chevrolet four door
Lumina bearing Texas plates F37YHR.

There was a lot chatter about all this for a while.  Gossip and such too.  Maybe too much chatter and too much gossip. Last time,  I mentioned a certain silence between me and Clint Robinson about this.  Some of us just don't talk about this much anymore.  We would probably rather take a few seconds of silence and remember this fellow who was once among us.  Other than that the public liked the man and he played pretty good music, the fact is, this is about all we know. Anyone with any further information about what happened to Bobby Jones ought to call the Wharton County Sheriff's Department at 979 532-1550 and let them in on what they know.

Jim Bordelon, an obvious fan, wrote a poem 
Bobby Jones is Still the King
 (Read with the song Bob Wills Is Still The King in mind)

Bobby Jones
Well the polka halls in Texas
 Are the places we call home
 And since we live in Texas
 There is no need to roam

We grew up ’round polka dancing
 And the girls we love to swing
 It don’t matter who’s playin’ polka
 Bobby Jones is still the king

Well I can still remember
 The times we danced all night
 And if Bobby Jones was playing
 Everything would sound all right

You can listen to the Dujka Brothers
 And the “Ravens” and “Hobos” sing
 But no matter who’s in Texas
 Bobby Jones is still the king

From the 88 Lodge in Houston
 All the way to San Antone
 To the KC Hall in Sealy
 To a place we call Sweet Home

In every hall in Texas
 And everywhere in between
 When polka music’s playin’
 Bobby Jones is still the king

When you hear the polka music
 You dance with a three-step pace
 The sound of Bobby’s accordion
 Puts a smile on every face

No matter what band is playin’
 When the polka music rings
 And you’re talking polka music
 Bobby Jones is still the king

Well if you ain’t never heard him
 Well you just haven’t heard the best
 But if you’ve heard his band a-playin’
 You know he’s better than all the rest

It’s the home of polka music
 Where the bands make your heart sing
 But no matter who’s in Texas
 Bobby Jones is still the king

I don't know about Bobby Jones being "The King" and all that, but whatever you thought about Bobby, there is no doubt Bobby Jones was one of ours and he was a pretty good musician.  I think about everybody misses that big old smile he usually had when he was out among us.   Here is a video Dennis Svatek came up with over on his Texczechpolka channel on YouTube.  Dennis tells  us that this was Recorded at the SPJST Lodge 88 in Houston in May of 1985.  This has Bobby Jones - Accordion and vocals, Dennis Svatek - Trumpet, Joe Zetka Sr. - Trumpet, Teresa Zetka - Bass, Joe Zetka Jr. - Guitar, and Harvey Fajkus on the Drums.

do sljedeći put, blagoslov - until next time, blessings,

Canovals a.k.a. Slavonac

Clint Robinson - KULP Radio

A few days ago when I wrote about the Dance Hall Boys' StrašidloI was having difficulty remembering stuff from fifty years ago -  like the name of the Disk Jocky on radio KULP in El Campo, Texas - the one my mother took me to meet.   Crandall Notes is a geneologist who is good at digging and rooting things up.  She read over Strašidlo and messaged a phone number and a link to a web page to me right away.  Ding!!! Why didn't I think of that?

It was late, so Tuesday morning I called the number she found for me. After a very courteous greeting from the man who answered the phone, I learned that, yes, my disk jockey's name is indeed Schwartzkopf. Chuck Swartzkopf had come to visit his friends at the station the day before.  My old hero is in his 80's and still kicking.

Clint Robinson
In a couple of minutes I got another treat.  I was passed over to  Clint Robinson.  Wow.  Clint Robinson, another of the Texas greats, and he was actualy on the phone with me!  We set up a time for a  brief chat.    I learned that Texas Polka Parade was the very  oldest, longest playing radio show of any kind in Texas history. The Texas Polka Parade has been on the air continuously since 1948.  

Now, in case you didn't know it, while a lot of the world thinks of Hollywood perhaps as the communications captol of the world, down here in Texas we lead the word in electronic communicaton.  Heh,  the most listened to radio station on earth, bar none, head and shoulders above all the rest, is a Texas radio station, KFAN-FM in Johnson City, which broadcasts on the air and over the internet.

As a matter of fact, you can listen to KULP all day from anywhere on the planet that you can find an internet connection and you can listen as Clint Robinson hosts the Texas Polka Parade live between 8:00 and 9:00 AM Central Time Zone (U.S.)  Monday through Friday every week  Clint Robinson knows a lot of the bands he features up close and personal.  When he is not on the air, Robinson is a performer himself.  He started playing guitar at ten years of age.  He's played with the Drifters from Victoria and the Taylor Brothers Band among others.  While most of the music on his show is from Texas polka bands, he does have some music from "up north" and some from Europe. He told me, "we are here to entertain the people.  What they want is what we play."

Chuck Swartzkopf wasn't the first Polka Hour DJ on KULP and there have been a few between Chuck and Clint.  There were names like Jerry Halls, Al Kozel who was a morning regular for 37 years, Sablatura -  names all  well known far beyond the local El Campo, Texas community.  There was a blessed silence between Robinson and me about another name.  I didn't want to ask.  I couldn't tell if he wanted to tell, so we didn't talk  about Bobby Jones.  Jones could be the topic for another day.  KULP's on the air range during the day is about from Crosby, Texas to Beeville and not quite to Austin, about a hundred twenty miles or so in every direction, but the DJs on KULP's Texas Polka Parade have all been well known and loved and have become institutions really throughout most of the Slavic community in Texas.

Joe Nick Patoski 
I snuck over to "Texas Monthly" where Joe Nick Patoski writes quite a bit.  (By this time you really didn't expect an Irishman to be writing about Texas music, did you?)  Besides having been a broadcaster, Patowski was a columnist for the Austin American-Statesman and once upon a time a stringer for the Roling Stones. I wish I could write like Patoski,  oh man can he write!

Back in the March, 1999 issue of Texas Monthly Patowski says:   "The tower with the blinking red lights on the edge of a small town has the distinction of being the tallest man-made object for miles around—taller than the water tank, the courthouse, and the grain elevator. It signals the presence of a radio station, the electronic heartbeat of any community,  the chronicler of local concerns and local eccentricities in the absence of  a daily newspaper or a television station. That concept may be an anachronism in the modern media climate of lifestyle formats and niche  marketing, but to loyal listeners, it’s the way it always has been and always should be ,,, It is music selected by the disc jockeys themselves...Now, you just can't say it much better than that. 

The radio was our internet before there was such a thing as the internet.  Storm clouds would pop up on the horizon.  Papa suddenly loved the radio. "Turn that thing of yours on" he would say. "Check KFRD": "snap, crackle, pop". "Now check Brenham", "snap, crackle, pop," "Now check KULP": ~~nice sweet music and no snap crackle pop~~.  Almost instantly we knew the storm was wide spread and coming in from the north. Now we look at the weather channel on the internet and even there, radio is part of our internet  experience. So guess what?  Now we turn on the computer and we watch the radio. My laptop is lot smaller than the old family Philco.  There are more colors than just orange and white too.

About KULP and Clint Robinson, Patowski says "This great station in Texas' rice belt radiates stability. Music director Clint Robinson was playing his version of the Americana format—an eclectic mix of Texans singing  country, rock, and folk—before it had a name" An article in "Experience El Campo the Pearl of the Prarie" for 2011 quotes Robinson as saying: "I guess being at the radio station keeps me updated ... and performing live ,,, keeps me aware of what people are dancing and partying to, so  one always influences the other."

Fifty years ago Chuck Swartzkopf said "dobrodošli" to a young man who was awed.  Fifty years later Clint Robinson actually conversed with me, and you know what?  I'm impressed. Music is near the heart and soul of who we are.  Clint Robinson keeps our music going out.  Governors come and go.  Presidents of the USA come and go.  Whole countries come and go.  It's people like Chuck Swartzkopf, Al Kozel, and Clint Robinson who help us keep on being who we are. That's important.    

KULP - El Campo Texas

do sljedeći put, blagoslov - until next time, blessings,

Canovals a.k.a. Slavonac

Monday, July 18, 2011


"IT STARTS AT 7:00 PM," the headline screamed.  The end of the world  you'd have thought it was.  Carmageddon they called it.  A bridge over the 405 in Los Angeles was coming down.  You half way wanted to break into song: 
"London bridge is coming down, coming down 
London bridge is coming down, my faaairrrre lady."
London Tower Bridge
Even though Americans seem wont to do such things as build a bridge at the cost of millions of dollars and then turn around and tear it down, its not surprising that there was a lot of hullabaloo about tearing  down a bridge.
"New" Bridge
All over the world people are emotionally attached to their bridges.  In Brownsville, Texas, we have the "Old Bridge" and we have the "New Bridge" and we have the "Los Tomates Bridge" which is newer than the "New Bridge" but the "New Bridge" has been the "New Bridge" for more than half a century and it will remain the "New Bridge" until hell freezes over.  

During the Balkan wars of the '90s the bridge at Mostar was  destroyed.  Almost instantly everyone was horrified.  I think even the ones responsible were horrified.  What had they done?  The stones of a bridge that had stood for 500 years lay in in  the river. The bridge itself was a symbol of unity which needed to be restored, and quickly it was.
Charles Street Bridge, Praha
Then there is the Charles Street Brige in Praha.  On the far side rises the magnicent wonders of the Hradčany. Perhaps the largest Hrvat monument in the world, it houses the government of the Czech Republic.  Did I say Hrvat?  Jup.  I shore 'nuf did.  First of all, history bears me out.  Secondly, half the names in the Prague phone book are Croatian names.  Thirdly, the only really important difference in the language of the two is that the Czechs want a complicated set of spelling and grammar rules and we Croats don't.  Aside from that we are pretty much the same.

There are other bridges too which are the stuff of poetry and romance.  Sometimes bridges are the stuff of stories ,,, 
A few nights ago I was chatting with Crandall NotesHere is how that  conversation went: 

me: do you know the story of billy goat gruff?
Crandall Notes: Oh that has faded into the mists of memory.
me: billy goat gruff loved to play and play
Crandall Notes: I remember the Harbor of Hush-a-bye Ho though.
me: Harbor of Hush-a-bye Ho?   that you will have to tell me sometime
me: once upon a time ,,, long ago and far away
  there were three billy goats
  little billy goat gruff
  middle billy goat gruff
  and BIGGGGG billy goat gruff
Crandall Notes: Oh my
me: they decided to go up on the hill to eat the grass there 
  but they had to cross a fast moving stream on a little bridge
  under the bridge lived an ugly old troll
  with BIGGGGGGGGGG eyes
   and a BIGGGGGGGGGG nose
Crandall Notes: ooooooh my!
Crandall Notes: Ewwwwww
me: here comes little billy goat gruff
  trip trap trip trap crossing the bridge
  and the Troll says
 and the little billy goat gruff says ,, its me little billy goat gruff I want to eat grass and grow big
  and the troll says I'M GOING TO EAT YOU ALL UP
 and little billy goat says ,, why don't you wait for the next billy goat I'm just a mouth full for you
  and the troll says ,, SCAT
  here comes middle billy goat
  trip trap trip trap trip trap crossing the bridge
 and the trol says WHO IS THAT ON MY BRIDIGE?
  and middle billy goat gruff says ,, its just me middle billygoat gruff
  and the troll says IM GOING TO EAT YOU ALL UP
Crandall Notes: hungry troll
me: but middle size billy goat says oh please troll , I'm just two little bites for you I need to eat 
some grass and get big ,,, why don't you wait for the next goat, he's bigger
  and the troll says SCAT
  TRIP TRAP TRIP TRAP TRIP TRAP here comes big billy goat gruff
  and the troll says WHO IS THAT ON MY BRIDGE?
  and big billy goat gruff softly says ,, just me billy goat gruff coming across to eat some grass
  and the troll says I'M GOING TO EAT YOU ALL UP!
  and big billy goat gruff says ,, yeah? you and who else?
  and the troll came to eat billy goat gruff all up
Crandall Notes: Uh oh
me: but billy goat gruff lowered his head and gave him such a butting that the troll ran  away across the bridge to the the north and that that's why we call that country HUNG'RY 
because its full of trolls our goats butted up that direction and they are all hung'ry.

I still have to hear Crandall Notes story about the "Harbor of Hush-a-bye Ho," but  while we are waiting for that story, over on her blog are a number of wonderful stories well worth the read.

Today's song is "Under the Bridge."  I didn't make the video, Dennis Svatek doesn't perform in it, but it is on Texczechpolka which is Dennis' Channel.  This is the LeeRoy Matocha Orchestra, another one of the greats of our time.  LeeRoy is gone now, but he was important because he was a leader in replacing the tuba with the string bass in his band thus taking a major step away from dechovka back toward Hrvati tamburasi with his instrumentation although he did retain brass in the ensemble.  

Under The Bridge.  A place where trolls live and the setting for romance, mystery, and intrigue.  Here is LeeRoy:

do sljedeći put, blagoslov - until next time, blessings,

Canovals a.k.a. Slavonac