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.
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
April is over. May moon.
How many more for my regard,
hundreds, a handful?
Better not trouble the dark water due north of north.
Better to concentrate on something close, something small.
This stick, for instance. This word.
–Charles Wright
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
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The shattered water made a misty din.
Gerard Van der Leun
April is over. May moon.
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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.