WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Boomer Blues:
byVanderleunonJanuary 20, 2021
You know, I’m free, free now, baby I’m free from your spell Oh, free, free, free now, baby I’m free from your spell And now that it’s all over All that I can do is wish you well
O yea! Love the blues,,,,,,,takes me places I could never reach otherwise!.
Good stuff
DW
ZaphodJanuary 21, 2021, 12:03 AM
Pursued by a Genderqueer Bear looking suspiciously like Andrew Sullivan.
Paul Boomer vs. Lord WindisphereJanuary 21, 2021, 5:54 AM
Got fweedom fries?
Rob MuirJanuary 21, 2021, 7:23 AM
Ah, BB King, he left us before we were ready. Obviously, the others are great guitarists, but BB was the master. In the intro, the sweet melody that he plays against those bluesy chord changes is so poignant, and so typical of his style.
In 1976 I was working for a gent who ran a recording studio and did live sound. He got the gig for the sound system for a BB King concert, and a couple of us went along as roadies, more or less. He didn’t have a separate board for the stage mix, so he was mixing for the monitors at the main desk position. Mr. King’s plane was late and they arrived for the show about 30 minutes after start time, so no sound check. We did everything on the fly and the stage mix was problematic. I kept running between the stage and main desk offering updates. One time, Mr. King put his arm around my shoulders and said: “Son, I can’t hear Lucille. Can you do something about that?” I said “Yes, sir” and ran back to the main desk and Sammy turned up Lucille in the monitors. My next trip to the stage he gave me a great big smile. That is one of the musical high lights of my life.
TerryJanuary 21, 2021, 8:06 AM
Fantastic performance. Thank you Gerard.
At 4:53, is that guy in the background frame next to the beautiful girl, Phil Spector? Just curious.
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.
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
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
The shattered water made a misty din.
Gerard Van der Leun
April is over. May moon.
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O yea! Love the blues,,,,,,,takes me places I could never reach otherwise!.
Good stuff
DW
Pursued by a Genderqueer Bear looking suspiciously like Andrew Sullivan.
Got fweedom fries?
Ah, BB King, he left us before we were ready. Obviously, the others are great guitarists, but BB was the master. In the intro, the sweet melody that he plays against those bluesy chord changes is so poignant, and so typical of his style.
In 1976 I was working for a gent who ran a recording studio and did live sound. He got the gig for the sound system for a BB King concert, and a couple of us went along as roadies, more or less. He didn’t have a separate board for the stage mix, so he was mixing for the monitors at the main desk position. Mr. King’s plane was late and they arrived for the show about 30 minutes after start time, so no sound check. We did everything on the fly and the stage mix was problematic. I kept running between the stage and main desk offering updates. One time, Mr. King put his arm around my shoulders and said: “Son, I can’t hear Lucille. Can you do something about that?” I said “Yes, sir” and ran back to the main desk and Sammy turned up Lucille in the monitors. My next trip to the stage he gave me a great big smile. That is one of the musical high lights of my life.
Fantastic performance. Thank you Gerard.
At 4:53, is that guy in the background frame next to the beautiful girl, Phil Spector? Just curious.
Spector? Looks more like Ron Woods to me.
Outstanding. Just outstanding.
yep, Ronnie Wood at 4:53.