Musically Mattered

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Leonard Cohen
London Live Concert



The National
"Apartment Story"
My new favorite love story...
Be still for a second while 
I try and try to pin your flowers on 
La, la, la, la, la 
Can you carry my drink? 
I have everything else 
I can tie my tie all by myself 
I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why 
Oh, we're so disarming, darling, everything we did believe 
Is diving, diving, diving, diving off the balcony 
Tired and wired, we ruin too easy 
Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave 
Hold ourselves together 
With our arms around the stereo for hours 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
 While it sings to itself or whatever it does 
When it sings to itself of its long lost loves 
I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why 
Tired and wired, we ruin too easy 
Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave 
And I'll be with you, behind the couch 
When they come on a different day, just like this one 
We'll stay inside till somebody finds us 
Do whatever the TV tells us 
Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz for days 
We'll stay inside till somebody finds us 
Do whatever the TV tells us 
Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz 
So worry not, all things are well 
We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume 
Stay inside till somebody finds us 
Do whatever the TV tells us 
Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz 
So worry not, all things are well 
We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume
Stay inside till somebody finds us 
Do whatever the TV tells us 
Stay inside our rosy-minded fuzz 
So worry not, all things are well 
We'll be alright, we have our looks and perfume on .


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Such an amazing version of this song. Leonard is nothing short of well, my favorite. Thanks Leonard.


One of the most unique True Artists Miss Amy Winehouse. Miss you girl.

Mr. Michael Jackson


I don't want to be sad today. I don't want anyone else to be feel the pain of this day... of all days. So, I celebrate Life not Death, Strength not Powerless Emotions, Love not Hate, Peace not War, Flowers not Pesticides, Children not Cancer, Smiles not Frowns, Songs not Voices Raised, Sweetness not Anger, Compassion not Disdain, Care not Apathy, Work not Weariness, Passion not Pain, Nourishment not Hunger, Help not Being Hindered, Roses not Thorns, Blue Skies not Contrails, Growth not Indecision, Recycling not Landfills, Gardens not Lawns, Trees not Asphalt, Butterflies not Bombs, and Michael's Memory not His End ... for it will never come♥ Love you more.

© 2012 C.D.D. All Rights Reserved



Mr. Chris Whitley

      For some reason tonight I started thinking about Chris Whitley. Perhaps, it was the dVerse Poetry link which came in on my phone. The subject for writing today was Exile. For those of you who aren't familiar a subject is suggested and poets write on this given topic and then link to the site. It is a sort of Open Mic over the internet. I read it yet have never submitted. As it happens I had written a poem on just the subject a few days ago "Knocking on Heaven's Door", which I did contribute. This all got me thinking about Chris Whitley and his extraordinary being who struggled as many of us who are artists do with exile be it self imposed or not we seem to need this to survive.
      I placed him in the Video Bar so you could get a taste of his music and hopefully go to YouTube listen and learn more about him. While travelling my ex husband and I used to listen to him a great deal. Mark had discovered Chris' music while attending art school in Bozeman, Montana. Song's like "Big Sky Country" and "Living With the Law" made him well known, however it was more the flip side of those which were the most interesting and drew many to Chris and his unique voice. His voice was unique both in habit of how he sang and that of his particular poetic expressions.
      We don't talk much about Self Redemption as much as I wish we did. It is frowned on in so many parcels of society. It simply is something if you ask for or try to take for your Self in the face of personal injustices you are cast out. I an not referring to asking for someone's forgiveness for a wrong or for them to apologize to you. I am speaking to redemption of the soul when you have been so torn by an offense, a deeply transgressed harm others simply care not to acknowledge whatever their reasons may be. That said without spiritual judgement. Chris sang about one's need and right to desire Self Redemption as an inborn passion so ingrained in us it is natural as natural as love and  feeling betrayed as a youth by our parents, on songs like "I Forget You Every Day" and "Dust Radio". These are the feelings and the makings of souls poets ~artist~ dreamers are born with and can not deny. They lead us this exile. Chris knew it all too well and spoke of it often. 
     On "Poison Girl" he addressed love metaphorically in a way. How when we are young and wild we will all do almost anything, at times, for what we need as love, all we know as love despite better judgement and guidance. It is the way we feel ourselves through the rights of passage and the pain shaping who we are to become or if we will survive our self at all ..."a place where you'll be putting your soul up on ice"~"Mama says, son what's your hurry?"~" Mama don't know what I done for that poison girl".
     I have only touched on Chris' first album here "Living with the Law", which is my favorite. He put out 8 albums while he was alive and several have been put out since his death. A single, "Breaking Your Fall" (2003) is hailed as one of Chris' best works and won him an Independent Music Award. Chris would leave us far too soon on November 20th, 2005 as many of the geniuses of the music world have. He was only 45 years young.
     Chris' daughter Trixie carries on her father's legacy and I believe his soulfulness is song such as "Surely" another of my favorites. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?R=1&feature=endscreen&v=ApDWd0tMRD8



     This is a video well worth the watching, in my opinion. Trixie is nothing short of an angelic acapulo accompanied by Daniel Lanois on the guitar. Yes, angels come in all guises. Trixie certainly has the best Chris had to offer her and she honors Chris in her passionate flow of spirit.  I for one am comforted listening to her voice. 
      I wish our society would support the artist~poet~dreamer in creating and living their visions. So many of us struggle daily to merely get by and we don't. Yet, that which we create is fed upon. Their work and our works is always here to partake of. Thus, we search for our Spiritual Redemption as Chris did. There must be a way to change this and a better system by which to live with each other supported and loved daily. 

Photo of Chris Whitley credit: Kanoyes at en.wikipedia [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)], from Wikimedia Commons



Stolen Child
Water Boys
William Butler Yeats


[Video #40] from http://www.youtube.com/user/MetalGuruMessiah the address for MetalGuruMessiah's Musical Paint Box!
"The Stolen Child" was released in 1988 on The Waterboy's album, Fisherman's Blues. The song includes lyrics by Yeats and a beautiful lilting melody....making for one of my favorites on an album chocked full of classic Waterboys tunes! The lyrics are mystical and strange...it's lovely the way they string together....how amazing are the images and flow of this poem?

The poem was written in 1886 and is considered to be one of Yeats's more notable early poems. The poem is based on Irish legend and concerns faeries beguiling a child to come away with them. Yeats had a great interest in Irish mythology about faeries resulting in his publication of Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry in 1888 and Fairy Folk Tales of Ireland in 1892. The places mentioned in the poem are in Leitrim and Sligo where Yeats spent much of his childhood.

[Lyrics]

Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
for the world's more full
of weeping than you can
understand

Where dips the rocky highland
of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
there we've hid our faery vats
Full of berries
and of reddest stolen cherries

Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
for the world's more full
of weeping than you can
understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
the dim gray sands with light
Far off by furthest Roses
we foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
to and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
while the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep

Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
for the world's more full
of weeping than you can
understand

Where the wandering water gushes
from the hills above Glen-Car
In pools among the rushes
the scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
and whispering in their ears
We give them unquiet dreams;
leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
over the young streams

Away with us he's going
the solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
of the calves on the warm hillside;
Or the kettle on the hob
sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
around and around the oatmeal-chest

For he comes, the human child
to the water
He comes, the human child
to the water and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
from a world more full
of weeping than he can
understand

Human child
human child
With a faery, hand in hand
from a world more full of
weeping than he can
understand...
than he can understand...
he can understand...

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We are talking about hunger in America this week and no one talked or did more about about feeding America and the World more when I was growing up then Mr. Harry Chapin. I was Blessed enough to have met Harry and seen him perform a number of  times. So, give your change this week to a World Hunger cause in his name or a local cause in anyone's name. I have to say it... :) " Harry, keep the change! " It's all for Love folks & Peace

 Let his song be sung indeed ...

Harry Forster Chapin
December 7, 1942 – July 16, 1981
Harry Chapin was a dedicated humanitarian who fought to end world hunger; he was a key player in the creation of the Presidential Commission on World Hunger in 1977. In 1987, Chapin was posthumously awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his humanitarian work.







I chose to put Bobby Darrin in my Video Bar for the next bit. I suppose I have been feeling a bit nostalgic with Spring coming into her morning, as I am. The Ascension is taking hold of many of us and laying us open into it's beloved sunshine. Bobby was always a child of this glowing light. He has been an influence in my life through the music he created and shared with the universe giving as he did in the rejoicing of song when at times it was more than his human frailty could bear. I invite you to get up on your feet and move the environment around your being in celebration of the humaness we are transcending. This song is all about that ability and cause. Thank you Bobby for the Memories and we will make of them many splendid things for you. 
" Memories are like moonbeams. We do with them what we will. " Kevin Spacey from Beyond the Sea 2004 

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