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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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Thanks for this. I’ve had all I can take of what the sites I check are noting. It’s awful out there, which is why I wind up here.
I saw the Paul Winter Consort in 1991(?). They were playing in Paoli PA. At a high school It was a bit of magic.
Gawd how I love my Klipsch… Thanks Gerard!
Saw the Paul Winter Consort in the 90’s at Fountain St Church in Grand Rapids MI, a gorgeous large classic structure, almost cathedral-like. During a pause Paul wandered in darkness all the way around to the balcony facing the chancel. Like I said, a large church.
As his part resumed that ghostly, tremelo-less clarinet wafted up seeming from nowhere, yards and yards from the stage, from the end of the knave. Then the light came up and there he was.
Icarus was sort of a theme song of the more connected, optimistic, less divided times of 40 years ago. Oregon’s version became the classic and Towner’s added more virtuosity. Burton played it on the vibes.
We can’t make music like that anymore – progressivism has bred evil and traditional America has cartooned itself so badly it’s unrecognizable. Both wail pretense and narcissism. That and the song are heartbreaking in retrospect.
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