not to mention George Martin conducting there towards the end.
flannelputzAugust 23, 2019, 4:26 PM
One does get the sense that these people have done this sort of thing before…
RichardAugust 24, 2019, 7:06 AM
Man, the talent that generation produced. Even though my musical abilities are limited to the occasional cow bell solo, I can certainly appreciate a masterful rendition when I hear one.
Here’s another gem with a massive array of talent; just in case it, too, managed to evade. The entire concert is well worth the time invested in listening to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdcSGxXJ8vM
Sam L.August 24, 2019, 11:24 AM
Thanks, Gerard!
ShmivelAugust 26, 2019, 1:35 PM
…and if I’m not mistaken, that lovely young woman playing the cello behind Paul is Linda Eastman, Paul’s wife at the time. She sadly died from breast cancer.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
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not to mention George Martin conducting there towards the end.
One does get the sense that these people have done this sort of thing before…
Man, the talent that generation produced. Even though my musical abilities are limited to the occasional cow bell solo, I can certainly appreciate a masterful rendition when I hear one.
Here’s another gem with a massive array of talent; just in case it, too, managed to evade. The entire concert is well worth the time invested in listening to it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdcSGxXJ8vM
Thanks, Gerard!
…and if I’m not mistaken, that lovely young woman playing the cello behind Paul is Linda Eastman, Paul’s wife at the time. She sadly died from breast cancer.