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
Exeunt Omnes Stage Right.
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
Exeunt Omnes Stage Right.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
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.
by Shel Silverstein
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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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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.