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• Tuesday, February 16, 2010 10:04 PM Joy McKenzie wrote:
  Please can you tell me if these are the bells that were stolen last year????
  The sound is magnificent..... my congratulations to Frank and the JSO and Andre.
  Joy in Melbourne
  
  1. Wednesday, February 17, 2010 12:17 PM Webmaster Sally wrote:
     Yes Joy, these are the bells.
     
     Doesn't Frank play them so beautifully? I love this song.
     
     1. Saturday, February 20, 2010 4:13 AM Lyndall Freeman wrote:
        Last night at the ice skate dancing competition at the Olympic Games, one competitor danced to the tune plaid by Frank. It was such a fabulous combination of a spectacular piece of music with spectacular ice dancing.
        Lyndall
        Adelaide Sth Australia
        
  2. Friday, February 19, 2010 8:29 PM Elizabeth Heinsohn-Deer wrote:
     I have the lovelies photo of Frank with me-he looks lovely I don't. At less than 150cm 4'11" he towers over me but with the cheekiest of grins. I am a
     hugaholic the only +ve 'aholic' I know and he gave me one. Yippeee
     
• Tuesday, February 16, 2010 11:03 PM Terezie P. wrote:
  Sally, charming bells and violin. Of course interpret A n d r é and F r a n k. Airtight perfect restitution after morning. Word of thanks Sally
  
• Tuesday, February 16, 2010 11:28 PM Maxine wrote:
  Finally I can see the carrillion at a concert. What a beautiful sound!
  Have the the bells been found yet?
  
• Wednesday, February 17, 2010 3:38 AM Silvana Lucato wrote:
  Dear Andre , Dear Frank. Fantastic!!!!!!! Kisses .
  
• Wednesday, February 17, 2010 5:30 AM Jill from Geelong wrote:
  Hi Sally,
  Thanks for showing that clip to us it was fantastic. Frank is so talented when it comes to those bells. It's a pleasure to hear him play them.
  JILL GEELONG AUSTRALIA
  
• Wednesday, February 17, 2010 1:24 PM Shirley wrote:
  It is, with tears, I watch this, not just because the melody is so beautiful, but because these lovely bells were stolen, and for what? , to melted down into nothing? What a heartbreaking thing for Frank & all of us who have heard & watched him play.
  
  1. Wednesday, February 17, 2010 4:25 PM Joy McKenzie wrote:
     I could weep with you as these bells were wonderful...I feel so sorry for Frank....can he get another set???
     Hugs
     Joy
     
• Wednesday, February 17, 2010 3:22 PM elaine burch wrote:
  i made a mistake; in vancouver i met cord myers and what a charming young man and so is frankc valcano; and those bells that frank plays are beautiful. i just got I lost my heart in HEIDELBERG. what a wonderful dvd.
  
• Wednesday, February 17, 2010 3:56 PM Prudence wrote:
  

  MONOTONOUSLY RINGS THE LITTLE BELL a Russian folk song
  A little bell rings monotonously along the dusty road, and over the expanse of fields resounds the doleful song of the coachman. There is so much sadness in that sad song, and so much feeling in that native tune, that in my cold bosom my heart bursts into flame. And I remember other nights, our native fields and woods, and in my dry eyes a tear has appeared like a spark. A little bell rings monotonously, and echoes softly in the distance. My coachman has become silent, but the road before me is without end. (Translation by John Paul Lediaev)

  Однозвучно гремит колокольчик,
  И дорога пылится слегка,
  И уныло по ровному полю
  Разливается песнь ямщика.
  
  Столько грусти в той песне унылой,
  Столько грусти в напеве родном,
  Что в душе моей хладной, остылой
  Разгорелося сердце огнем.
  
  И припомнил я ночи иные
  И родные поля, и леса,
  И на очи, давно уж сухие,
  Набежала, как искра, слеза.
  
  Однозвучно гремит колокольчик,
  И дорога пылится слегка.
  И замолк мой ямщик, а дорога
  Предо мной далека, далека...

  translation

  Odnozvuchno booming bell
  And the road a bit dusty,
  And sadly on a level field
  Quenches the song of the driver.
  
  So much sadness in that song bleak,
  So much sadness in the melodies native,
  What's in my soul, chill, cold
  Heart was burning with fire.
  
  And I recalled the other night
  The family fields and forests
  And the eyes, had long been dry,
  Stole up like a spark, a tear.
  
  Odnozvuchno booming bell
  And the road a bit dusty.
  And then he stopped, my driver, and the road
  In front of me far, far away ...

  
  
• Thursday, February 18, 2010 9:50 PM Terezie P. wrote:
  André and Frank, witching potion of your music. I send friend kiss briefly world up to Maastricht Terezie P.
  
• Friday, February 19, 2010 1:10 PM Bill in Arizona wrote:
  I've watched & listened to this beautiful video so many times I've lost count.  It is just as beautiful to watch & listen to the 100th  time as it was the first time
  
  I, too, had a tear in my eye & a lump in my throat while watching & listening to this video.
  
  Frank is a happy, happy man to be able to play his Carillon again. 
  

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