78 RPM - Louis Graveure - The Trumpeter / The Marseillaise - Columbia - USA

78 RPM Record

Artist:	Louis Graveure
Label:	Columbia
Country:	USA
Catalogue:	A6106
Date:	Jun 1919
Format:	12"
Collection:	I Own It I Want It
Community:	1 Owns
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Track	Artist	Title	Composer	Rating
A	Louis Graveure	The Trumpeter	Dix	Rate
B	Louis Graveure	The Marseillaise	De L'Isle	Rate

Notes

Baritone Solo
With Orchestra Accompaniment

A side (mx. 49587, take 1) recorded New York, NY, February 4, 1919.
B side (mx. 49588, take 1) recorded New York, NY, February 4, 1919.
(DAHR)

The Talking Machine World, June 15, 1919, page 155: Advance Record Releases for July, 1919 (actually released in late June 1919).

FX repress:
A side runout: 1-A-75 49587
B side runout: 1-A-70 49588

Label printing date codes:
DX (= April 1919)
FX (= June 1919).

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Description: Columbia A6106 A side label (FX = June 1919 repress)

Number: 3223473

Uploaded By: xiphophilos
Description: Columbia A6106 B side label (FX = June 1919 repress)

Comments and Reviews


xiphophilos 26th Feb 2023		The lyrics to "The Trumpeter" (1904) are by J. Francis Barron (1868 - 1940): Trumpeter, what are you sounding now? (Is it the call I'm seeking?) "You'll know the call," said the Trumpeter tall, "When my trumpet goes a-speakin'. I'm rousin' 'em up; I'm wakin' 'em up, The tents are astir in the valley, And there's no more sleep with the sun's first peep, For I'm soundin' the old 'Reveille!'" Trumpeter, what are you sounding now? (Is it the call I'm seeking?) "Can't mistake the call," said the Trumpeter tall, "When my trumpet goes a-speakin'. I'm urgin' 'em on, They're scamperin' on, There's a drummin' of hoofs like thunder. There's a madd'nin' shout as the sabres flash out, For I'm sounding the 'Charge' no wonder." Trumpeter, what are you sounding now? (Is it the call I'm seeking?) "Lucky for you if you hear it at all For my trumpet's but faint in speakin', I'm callin' 'em home! Come home! Come home! Tread light o'er the dead in the valley, Who are lyin' around face down to the ground, And they can't hear me sound the 'Rally'. But they'll hear it again in a grand refrain, When Gabriel sounds the last 'Rally'."