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Over The Rainbow

8 May 2016 · 5 min

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In this live video segment, Speaker A shares a heartfelt recollection of growing up in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where his mother played piano and encouraged him and his sister to learn instruments, noting his own experience playing the cello and the deep emotional connection he feels to music. He expresses gratitude to his parents and to music itself. Speaker B then delivers an improvisational, jazz-inflected rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," featuring altered lyrics that blend whimsical imagery with personal yearning, and concludes with a thank‑you. The segment ends with Speaker A thanking the San Jose Jazz Orchestra and offering a blessing to the audience, underscoring the communal and appreciative atmosphere of the performance.

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Can I just ask you, how amazing are these strings here?
Yes.
I used to play cello, and I always thought that playing cello was the most beautiful thing you could do. You're holding music, and you feel it really go through you. My mom used to play piano when I was a child growing up in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania, just outside of Philadelphia.
Good.
And what a beautiful thing it is to wake up in the morning and have your mom playing piano and being moved by music. I always thank my mom for that, and probably not enough, but she made sure that my sister and I played an instrument. So thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad. Thank you, music.
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star. I'll wake up where the clouds, they're far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops. That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why can't you and I? Where troubles melt like lemon drops, so way above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. If birds fly over the rainbow, why then, why can't I? If tiny little birds fly above the rainbow, Why, oh, why can't I? Thank you so very much.
Thank you to San Jose Jazz Orchestra. God bless you all.
Thank you.
Exciting season.