Monthly Archives: February 2011

Be Cool: Aerosmith + Christina Milian= Cryin’


TOWER OF SONG-LEONARD COHEN and U2 (From I’m Your Man)



Leonard Cohen

TOWER OF SONG

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on.
I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I said to Hank Williams: “How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet,
but I hear him coughing all night long,
a hundred floors above me in the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table right here in the tower of song.

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
– I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all.
I’m standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don’t let a woman kill you not in the tower of song.

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,
and there’s a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side.
I don’t know how the river got so wide.
I loved you, I loved you way back when –
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
but I feel so close to everything that we lost-
We’ll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’ll be back.
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you’ll be hearing from me, baby, long after I’m gone.
I’ll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on.
I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

U2: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U2, find out more about the social impact of this band…find out more about their “Sunday Bloody Sunday”, and much more about the band.

 

The Traitor, Leonard Cohen Rendition by Martha Wainwright


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A divine composition based on a unique poem, made a complete Leonard Cohen pièce de résistance, and the rendition beyond the realm of words by Martha Wainwright not to forget the out of this world musical arrangement: I am so happy to be able to appreciate this historic moment of excellence in the making. The explanation given by Mr. Cohen to the meaning of the verse describes a predicament in which each and every one of us found ourselves at least once in life, which makes it our life story, within which we can dissolve completely.

The world is indeed the theater in which we’re actors, directors and spectators:

The traitor, by Leonard Cohen

Now the Swan it floated on the English river
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
and the judges watched us from the other side

I told my mother “Mother I must leave you
preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere”

But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
She said at last I was her finest lover
and if she withered I would be to blame

The judges said you missed it by a fraction
rise up and brace your troops for the attack
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh see the men of action falling back

But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
My falsity had stung me like a hornet
The poison sank and it paralysed my will

I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
that they had been deserted from above
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
I’m listed with the enemies of love

And long ago she said “I must be leaving,
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
You can move it up and down and when I’m sleeping
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan”

So daily I renew my idle duty
I touch her here and there — I know my place
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
and people call me traitor to my face

Leonard Cohen: “It was called “The traitor”. It was about the feeling that we have of betraying some mission that we were mandated to fulfill, and being unable to fulfill it, and then coming to understand that the real mandate was not to fulfill it, and that the deeper courage was to stand guiltless in the predicament in which you found yourself”.

Le Partizan: Joe Dassin, parle de Leonard Cohen


This is an interview of Joe Dassin followed by the  interpretation of  “The Partizan” by Leonard Cohen, a long long time ago, another “once upon a time”,  I guess. When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.

I have changed my name so often,
I’ve lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
Kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I’m the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands e’taient chez moi,
ils me dirent, “Résigne toi,”
mais je n’ai pas peur;
j’ai repris mon âme.

J’ai change’ cent fois de nom,
j’ai perdu femme et enfants
mais j’ai tant d’amis;
j’ai la France entie’re.

Un vieil homme dans un grenier
pour la nuit nous a cache’,
les Allemands l’ont pris;
il est mort sans surprise.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.
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The Partizan,  by Leonard Cohen

Eyes Wide Shut – Waltz No 2 from Jazz Classique Suite No. 2-Dmitri Shostakovich (André Rieu)


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Eyes Wide Shut is a 1999 drama film based upon the 1926 novella Traumnovelle (Dream Story), which was written by Arthur Schnitzler. The film was directed, produced and co-written by Stanley Kubrick, and was his last film.

(source: Wikipedia): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eyes_wide_shut

A Universe in A Snowflake


Music: “Gymnopédie No.2″ by Erik Satie
Photography by Kenneth G. Libbrecht: http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/sn…

Mel Gibson + Goldie Hawn = Bird on A Wire



Mel Gibson and Goldie Hawn, pull a stunt of a movie together, twenty years ago, that was.
I thought that The Neville Brothers had a vivacious rendition of Leonard Cohen‘s “Bird On The Wire“: It sure suits both the action and the tempo of the movie. Now that I opened the subject, I’ll Netflix it, just for old times sake: What are you waiting for?

Source:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bird_on_a_Wire_(film)

Fetele de la Sibiu: Maria Badiu



What a nice rendition of this beautiful song

Doru Stanculescu – Fara petale (remastered)



Pachelbel canon in D, at good use here:

Doru Stanculescu – Fara petale (remastered)

Nisipul fin a oftat
Zambeste-n el o urma de pacat
E semn c-aici in zadar
Isi cheama luna lupii la altar

Un strop de vina ingropat
Ciorchini de sare fata i-au spalat
Cristale reci tes in fum
Coperta-n aur un sicriu de scrum

R: Incearca, incearca, piaptana ochii ei
Ma incearcana…

Doru Stănculescu – Scrisoarea soldatului de orişiunde



“Razboi si Razboi”, un roman nescris inca.

Maria si Marea: Doru Stanculescu


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Suberb: “valul nu-i furtuna, Vantul nu-i minciuna”

How To Make Do With What You Have



What do you think about this: Funny?

Beethoven – German Dance (Handbells)


A marvelous interpretation of this German Dance by Beethoven on handbells.
Find out more about this Hungarian Ensemble at http://www.handbells.hu/

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart – German dance No.3 in C-major K 605 ‘Die Schlittenfahrt’


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart – German Dance No.3 in C-Major ‘Die Schlittenfahrt’, one of the most beautiful dance composed by Mozart, the “Sleigh Ride” is a tune a treasured all my life. I am happy to share it with you as a reminder that there is joy and happiness, and one can find it in the most uneventful activities, such as a sleigh ride, in the middle of winter: It’s fine and appropriate to be free, anywhere, anytime, and therefore, why not now, just join the ride, and see where it takes you. 

Leroy Anderson’ Music: A Tribute


We all heard his music, here and around the world, ever since we were toddlers. He was one of the greatest master of musical arts, and today I wanted to pay a small token of appreciation to the word of his music. Who doesn’t remember this: Continue reading

Leroy Anderson: Syncopated Clock


Leroy Anderson (June 29, 1908 – May 18, 1975) was an American composer of short, light concert pieces, many of which were introduced by the Boston Pops Orchestra under the direction of Arthur Fiedler. John Williams described him as “one of the great American masters of light orchestral music.”

Ref.: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFJOdbGziVg

Gordon Lightfoot ” If You Could Read My Mind” –


If you could read my mind, Gordon Lightfoot
If you could read my mind love

What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
’bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And i will never be set free
As long as i’m a ghost that you can’t see
If i could read your mind love
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you won’t read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take

I’d walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
But for now love, let’s be real
* i never thought i could act this way *
And i’ve got to say that i just don’t get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelin’s gone
And i just can’t get it back

If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
’bout a ghost from a wishin’ well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
But stories always end
And if you read between the lines
You’ll know that i’m just tryin’ to understand
The feelin’s that you lack
I never thought i could feel this way
And i’ve got to say that i just to get it
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the feelin’s gone
And i just can’t get it back

Led Zeppelin: Gallows Pole


 
Gallows Pole,  by Led Zeppelin

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming, Riding a many mile.
Friends, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends, To keep me from the Gallows Pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?

I couldn’t get no silver, I couldn’t get no gold,
You know that we’re too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding a many mile.
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows Pole?

Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.

Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding a many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this man, man.

Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that I’m free to ride,
Ride for many mile, mile, mile.

Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, She warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot To keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, Your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard And see you swinging on the Gallows Pole

Swingin’ on the gallows pole!

From the album Led Zeppelin III (1970)

Ref:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin,
Ref: http://www.planetrock.com/music/artist/led-zeppelin/

Today’s Birthday: George Harrison (1943-2001)




Sunrise doesn’t last all morning
A cloudburst doesn’t last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It’s not always going to be this gray

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn’t last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It’s not always going to be this gray

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away

None of life’s strings can last

So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It’s not always going to be this gray

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away

Ref. http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/George+Harrison

Handsome Family – A Thousand Kisses Deep (Leonard Cohen)



Interview with Rufus Wainwright

A wonderful performance by The Handsome Family w/Linda Thompson of Leonard Cohen’s “A Thousand Kisses Deep”. This performance was taken from the DVD I’m Your Man – a documentary of a fantastic tribute concert celebrating Leonard Cohen’s work.

A Thousand Kisses Deep Lyrics:


The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done —
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet —
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .

You can purchase the DVD at:

http://www.amazon.com/Leonard-Cohen-I…

A thousand Kisses Deep: Chris Botti



Christopher Stephen Botti or Chris Botti (born October 12, 1962), is an American trumpeter and composer. In 2007, Botti was nominated for two Grammy Awards including Best Pop Instrumental Album. On December 4, 2009, he was nominated for 3 more Grammy Awards including Best Pop Instrumental Album and Best Long Form Music Video. Three of his albums have reached the #1 position on the Billboard jazz albums chart.

Coming to prominence with the 2001 recording of his “Night Sessions” CD, Botti established a reputation as a versatile musician in both jazz and pop music for his ability to fuse both styles together. Sourse: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Botti

Leonard Cohen: A thousand kisses deep


A thousand Kisses Deep, Leonard Cohen

You came to me this morning, and you handled me like meat.
You’d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin, I’d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in, a thousand kisses deep?

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat.
You see, I’m just another snowman, standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love, his secondhand physique,
With all he is, and all he was, a thousand kisses deep.

I know you had to lie to me. I know you had to cheat,
To pose all hot and high, behind the veils of sheer deceit.
Our perfect porn aristocrat, so elegant and cheap.
I’m old, but I am still into that, a thousand kisses deep.

I’m good at love, I’m good at hate It’s in between I freeze.
I’ve been working out, but, it’s too late, it’s been too late for years.
But you look good, you really do, they love you on the street.
If you were here, I’d kneel for you, a thousand kisses deep.

The autumn moved across your skin, Got something in my eye,
A light that doesn’t need to live and doesn’t need to die.
A riddle in the book of love, Obscure and obsolete.
To witnessed here in time and blood, a thousand kisses deep.

And I’m still working with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne, but the heart will not retreat.
I ran with Diz I sang with Ray, I never had their sweep.
But once or twice they let me play, a thousand kisses deep.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat.
You see, I’m just another snowman, standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique.
With all he is, and all he was, A thousand kisses deep.

But you don’t need to hear me know, and every word I speak,
It counts against me anyhow, a thousand kisses deep.

Mussorgsky: Pictures At An Exhibition-“Baba Yaga”,”Great gate of Kiew”



The Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra under the baton from Eckehard Stier performed Mussorgsky‘s Pictures at an exhibition and the highlights “Baba Yaga and “The great Gate from Kiev” live at Auckland Town Hall in February 2010.

Mussorgski: “Night on Bald Mountain”, conductor Leopold Stokowski With London Symphony Orchestra-1966.


Night On Bald Mountain is a composition by Modest Mussorgsky that exists in, at least, two versions—a seldom performed 1867 version or a later (1886) and very popular “fantasy for orchestra” arranged by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, A Night on the Bare Mountain (Ночь на лысой горе, Noch’ na lysoy gorye), based on the vocal score of the “Dream Vision of the Peasant Lad” (1880) from The Fair at Sorochyntsi with some revisions, most notably the omission of the choir. There is also a version orchestrated by twentieth-century conductor Leopold Stokowski; this is the version used in the now-classic 1940 Walt Disney animated film Fantasia.

Inspired by Russian literary works and legend, Mussorgsky made a witches’ sabbath the theme of the original tone poem, completed on 23 June 1867 (St. John’s Eve). St. John’s Night on the Bare Mountain and Rimsky-Korsakov’s “musical picture” Sadko (also composed in 1867) share the distinction of being the first tone poems by Russian composers.

As with so much of Mussorgsky’s music, the work had a tortuous compositional history and was arranged after his death in 1881 by his friend and fellow member of The Mighty Handful Rimsky-Korsakov. It was never performed in any form during Mussorgsky’s lifetime. The Rimsky-Korsakov edition premiered in 1886, and has become a concert favorite.

Note on the title: The Russian word “лысая” (lïsaya) literally means “bald”, but is used in this case figuratively for a mountain supposedly barren of trees. In English, the titles A Night on the Bare Mountain or Night on Bald Mountain are used.
(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_on_Bald_Mountain)

Edvard Grieg’s Solveig’s Song Lucia Popp




Der Winter mag scheiden, der Frühling vergehn,
ja der Frühling vergehn,
der Sommer mag verwelken, das Jahr verwehn,
Ja, das Jahr verwehn;
Du kehrst mir zurück, gewiß, du wirst mein,
ich hab es versprochen, ich harre treulich dein.

 

Gott helfe dir, wenn du die Sonne noch siehst.
Gott segne dich, wenn du zu Füßen ihm kniest.
Ich will deiner harren, bis du mir nah,
und harrest du dort oben, so treffen wir uns da!

The winter may pass and the spring disappear, the spring disappear;
The summer too will vanish and then the year, and then the year.
But this I know for certain: you’ll come back again, you’ll come back again.
And even as I promised you’ll find me waiting then, you’ll find me waiting then.

Oh-oh-oh ….

God help you when wand’ring your way all alone, your way all alone.
God grant to you his strength as you’ll kneel at his throne, as you’ll kneel at his throne.
If you are in heaven now waiting for me, in heaven for me.
And we shall meet again love and never parted be, and never parted be!

Oh-oh-oh ….

Music: Edvard Grieg (1843-1907)
Lyrics: Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906)
The song originates from “Peer Gynt“, suite no. 2. (op. 23 no. 19)
Recorded in 1982 with the orchestra of the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields under Sir Neville Marriner.
Lucia Popp: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucia_Popp

Grieg: Peer Gynt, Op. 46 In the Hall of the Mountain King(Halle Orchestra/Barbirolli



Edvard Grieg
Peer Gynt, Op. 46
In the Hall of the Mountain King

Hallé Orchestra
Sir John Barbirolli

Today’s Birthday: Winslow Homer (1836)


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Today’s birthday:  Winslow Homer (1836)

A preeminent figure in American art, Homer was a largely self-taught landscape painter and printmaker. He trained as a lithographer, then became a freelance illustrator. As a correspondent for Harper’s Weekly, he won international acclaim for his depictions of the Civil War battlefront. In 1876, he abandoned illustration to devote himself to painting, later settling in coastal Maine, where the local people and seascapes became the focus of his art. What are some of his most famous works?

NYC – Metropolitan Museum of Art: Winslow Homer ‘s Prisoners from the Front

Prisoners from the Front
1866
Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Oil on canvas; 24 x 38 in. (61 x 96.5 cm)

The material that Homer collected as an artist-correspondent during the Civil War provided the subjects for his first oil paintings. Homer had been an artist-correspondent for Harper’s weekly, contributing illustrations based on his observations of camp life.

In 1866, one year after the war ended and four years after he reputedly began to paint in oil, Homer completed this picture, a work that established his reputation. Exhibited in 1867 in Paris, it represents an actual scene from the war in which a Union officer, Brigadier General Francis Channing Barlow (18341896) captured several Confederate officers on June 21, 1864 The fine, lithe figure of the general was modeled from another officer, lower in rank but more notable than Barlow in bearing and appearance, and to this figure the portrait head of the general was subsequently affixed. The differentiations in types and attitudes are consciously depicted with Homer’s unfailing sharpness of vision and passionate veracity.. The background depicts the battlefield at Petersburg, Virginia. Infrared photography and numerous studies indicate that the painting underwent many changes in the course of completion. (From New York Museum Of Art)

I also like, among other paintings “Snap The Whip (1872) and “Girl and Laurel” (1879). I enjoy the force of the action,   the naturalism in  details, and the general composition, that give Homer’s paintings life.   

Bentley’s Wood Shop


One of the things that keeps Bentley a unique automobile at a disarming price.

Weber Invitation to the Dance


Maestro Edvard Tchivzhel returns to St. Petersburg, Russia to once again conduct the St. Petersburg Philharmonic for the 100th anniversary of the legendary Yevgeni Mravinsky.
“He is, simply put, a master… There is an authority and authenticity in Maestro Tchivzhel’s music making that is indisputably commanding and communicative.– Yo Yo Ma

Now remember friends: “The invitation to the Dance” has also coda.

Beethoven Piano Concerto No.5 – Second Movement



Wilhelm Kempff, Berliner Philharmoniker & Ferdinand Leitner – Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat Major (Mi Bemol Major), Op. 73 -“Emperor”: II. Adagio un poco mosso

Beethoven: Symphony No. 7 in A Major 2nd Mov. “Allegretto”, Cond. Leonard Bernstein/WPO


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The work was premiered in Vienna on December 8, 1813 at a charity concert for soldiers wounded in the Battle of Hanau, with Beethoven himself conducting. The piece was very well received, and the second movement, the allegretto, had to be encored immediately
I always enjoyed Leonard Bernstein‘s understanding of the theme in the Allegretto, that makes it memorable. It is as if someone revisits a place, that has a special meaning, and is glad that not everything in his analysis has been changed. If I were to, lets say take a walk, in a place, such as El Dorado Regional Park, I would look around in search for what ever I remember and would be satisfied upon finding it in the same place: May be a fallen tree branch, or a bench near the lake, few of the wild birds photographers, standing still looking into the ocular of the  powerful tele lens. You get the idea. Something that is present, accounted for, in course of becoming familiar.

Of course, it could also be that the Allegretto would be a sorrowful contemplation of the a battlefield, filled with corpses, and the wounded. But I would rather think about the first scenario.

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Leonard Cohen: Everybody Knows


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Everybody Knows, Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it’s now or never
Everybody knows that it’s me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you’ve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

Looney Tunes – the story of the three little piggs 1943



So now the secret is out: I like cartoons. One effective way to cross the ocean of life in a walnut shell. And one sure way to teach children to appreciate classical music early in life.

 

Bye Bye Life: All That Jazz 1979: What A Movie


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Sara Pe Deal: Madrigal Choir


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Sara Pe Deal: Mihai Eminescu (Click to enlarge)

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Arthur Arthur Schopenhauer: (22 February 1788 – 21 September 1860)



Arthur Schopenhauer
(22 February 1788 – 21 September 1860) was a German philosopher known for his pessimism and philosophical clarity. At age 25, he published his doctoral dissertation, On the Fourfold Root of the Principle of Sufficient Reason, which examined the four separate manifestations of reason in the phenomenal world.  Find his biography @http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/Schopenhauer%2c+Arthur, it will make an interesting reading.

Mondial: Atat de Frageda, Mihai Eminescu




Atât de fragedă…Mihai Eminescu 

Atât de fragedă, te-asameni
Cu floarea albă de cireş,
Şi ca un înger dintre oameni
În calea vieţii mele ieşi.

Abia atingi covorul moale,
Mătasa sună sub picior,
Şi de la creştet pân-în poale
Pluteşti ca visul de uşor.

Din încreţirea lungii rochii
Răsai ca marmura în loc –
S-atârnă sufletu-mi de ochii
Cei plini de lacrimi şi noroc.

O, vis ferice de iubire,
Mireasă blândă din poveşti,
Nu mai zâmbi! A ta zâmbire
Mi-arată cât de dulce eşti,

Cât poţi cu-a farmecului noapte
Să-ntuneci ochii mei pe veci,
Cu-a gurii tale calde şoapte,
Cu-mbrăţişări de braţe reci.

Deodată trece-o cugetare,
Un văl pe ochii tăi fierbinţi:
E-ntunecoasa renunţare,
E umbra dulcilor dorinţi.

Te duci, ş-am înţeles prea bine
Să nu mă ţin de pasul tău,
Pierdută vecinic pentru mine,
Mireasa sufletului meu!

Că te-am zărit e a mea vină
Şi vecinic n-o să mi-o mai iert,
Spăşi-voi visul de lumină
Tinzându-mi dreapta în deşert.

Ş-o să-mi răsai ca o icoană
A pururi verginei Marii,
Pe fruntea ta purtând coroană –
Unde te duci? Când o să vii?

Henry Miller: What Did He Mean By That?


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Da Capo:
“If there were a man who dared say all that he thought of this world there would not be left him a square foot of ground to stand on.”
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (1934)
🙂 🙂 🙂
Ref:https://euzicasa.wordpress.com/2011/02/02/henry-and-june-je-mennuie/

Louis Armstrong: On the Sunny Side Of the Street


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Who else could communicate so much, with a unique voice, and a trumpet.
Jazz has a liberating effect from the shadows of the other side of the street, the side of the sorrows prosecution and cold of the disconnect from the reality of world. How much money buys happiness: And what is happiness to star with?
How much more happiness can you buy today, how much will you pay tomorrow? and where is this magical place, outside of one’s soul, where happiness was ever for sale. Do you see what I mean? This reminds me of some passages from Henry Miller novels, which you can read @ http://www.henry-miller.com/narrative-literature/henry-miller-quotes.html.

It takes guts to independently think on your own and express in any way what you’re thinking about the Sunny Side Of The Street, that unique One Way Street known to us all as “Life”.
If happiness costed money, let me tell you: There would be very few, if any on that Sunny Side Of The Street…:

So put on a happy face…

🙂 🙂 🙂

Willie Nelson – On The Sunny Side Of The Street


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On The Sunny Side Of The Street lyrics

Dorothy Fields / Jimmy McHugh

Grab your coat and get your hat

Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street

Can’t you hear a pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But now I’m not afraid
This rover crossed over
If I’d never have a cent
I’d be rich as Rockefeller
Going to set my feet
On the sunny side of the street

This song helped me to go on hoping: It never let me down, it always made me remember to be my best friend: I hope it will do the same for you.

Ref. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Sunny_Side_of_the_Street

When you leave for a trip: Take Johnny Cash With You…


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Waiting for a Train
recorded by Johnny Cash
written by Jimmie Rodgers
 
C       G7     C     C7   F       Fm    C
All around the water tank waiting for a train
  F              C         Am   D7              G7
A thousand miles away from home sleeping in the rain
  C         G7   C        C7      F          Fm      C
I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line of talk
   F                  C          D7                 G7
He said if you’ve got money I’ll see that you don’t walk
C              G7    C      C7    F           E7
Well I haven’t got a nickel not a penny can I show
   F                C                   D7          G7     C
He said get off you railroad bum and he slammed the boxcar door

 G7      C      G7     C    C7  F      Fm     C
Well he put me off in Texas a state I dearly love
    F                    C             D7             G7
The wide open spaces all around me the moon and stars above
C      G7       C       C7     F         Fm      C
Nobody seems to want me nor to lend me a helping hand
    F              C             D7             G7    
I’m on my way from Frisco heading back to Dixie Land
C        G7      C     C7  F                   E7
My pocketbook is empty my heart is full of sins
      F              C              D7           G7    C
I’m a thousand miles away from home just waiting for a train

A word and a song to a traveling friend:

“Just tell yourself that you’ll listen a lot, and look around a lot, and breath in a lot of cleaner air. You’ll make new friends, and you’ll strengthen friendships you already have. Take many photos and a notebook, and write your voyage journal. You’ll feel a little sadness, coming back, just when you started to enjoy it more and more. You’ll promise yourself, and somebody you’re leaving behind here and there, that you’ll be back soon, even if you feel that you may never go back.
Be hopeful, it is really all that we can own in life, hope, and don’t forget to take your best friend with you: Yourself.

And now, Way Well, Friend.”

RUDOLPH SERKIN MOZART “Elvira Madigan”, Andante ORMANDY/Vienna Philarmonic



Ref.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_Concerto_No._21_(Mozart)

John Bradshaw: Who’s One’s Best Friend?



This segment of the lecture John Bradshaw gave on PBS, resonates within, as the affirmation of our fundamental right to exist, be whole, be our best friend, since as a matter of fact: How could one be anything else but oneself’s best friend?  And yet so many of us were raised into believing that love is outside ourselves, that we need others to make us whole: Does that make any sense?

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John Bradshaw: On Family



Unconditional love: How many of us received it and more importantly…How many of us would know how to live by it ? 
Well friends, in his lectures “On Family”, John Bradshaw is showing us how to understand ourselves, in order to be able to serve others right. If love is th engine of the world, that it has to be unconditional.
For a closer look on the extraordinary work of John Bradshaw, for the betterment of our people, please follow the link to his “Center For Creative Growth”, http://creativegrowth.com/, twitter http://twitter.com/#!/JohnBradshawSr, or facebook http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=ru#!/profile.php?id=644543849
I can affirm that I for one see life differently, ever since I had the good fortune of watching his lectures on PBS.

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John Bradshaw: “Greatness is about ordinary people with extraordinary commitment.”

Simon And Garfunkel: The Boxer


New York, New York


The Boxer, Simon and Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I’s no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin’ scared, laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places only they would know.

Li la li…

Asking only workman’s wages, I come lookin’ for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.

La la la…

now the years are rolling by me, they are -[rockin evenly]-
i am older than i once was
and younger than i’ll be that’s not unusual.
no it isnt strange after changes upon changes we are more or less the same
after changes we are more or less the same

Li la li…

And I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
goin’ home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleedin’ me, leadin’ me,
goin’ home.

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
‘Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains.

Li la li…

Mihai Eminescu: Glossa


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Youth Without Youth (Tinerete Fara Tinerete), Mircea Eliade: The Movie


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A memorable movie, based on Mircea Eliade‘s novella  “Youth Without Youth“, the reincarnation theme, the immortality of the soul, the mission of one man to stand for what is right for the rest, at any cost, are so well manifested by Francis Ford Coppola  http://www.ywyfilm.com/index.html

Directed by Francis Ford Coppola
Produced by Francis Ford Coppola
Written by Francis Ford Coppola
Novella:
Mircea Eliade
Starring Tim Roth
Bruno Ganz
Alexandra Maria Lara
André Hennicke
Marcel Iureş
Adrian Pintea
Music by Osvaldo Golijov
Cinematography Mihai Malaimare Jr.
Editing by Walter Murch
Studio American Zoetrope
Distributed by Sony Pictures Classics
Release date(s) December 14, 2007 (2007-12-14)
Running time 121 minutes
Country United States
Language English

 I just finished watching the movie again, and can say that it is indeed a jewel of a movie, with a lot of meaning to everyone. I enjoyed seeing the North Train Station in Bucharest, which was a daily place for me being in my neighborhood.
Please visit the website bellow for more information on the movie, the actors, the theme, and to find out more about the life and work of Mircea Eliade, the historian of religions, who understood man’s necessity to know his ancestry and create the first ancestor’s sacred story. He also understood the common memory of civilization, with all the variations in completely isolated geographic areas, and in different historic times. Our stories are the very close in space and time. Our needs have been similar, from the beginning of time, only the means to attend to those needs may have been different: Still the fundamental idea that one is bound to do the right thing as a virtue, and character permeates thru this movie, and thru Mircea Eliade’s life and work.

Any Human Heart, Novel by William Boyd:Dramatization for TV on PBS: Masterpiece Teather


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  Program: Masterpiece

Episode: Any Human Heart: Episode One

A story about a man–at various times a writer, lover, prisoner of war and spy–making his often precarious way through the 20th century:
So click on the shortcut bellow while keeping your fingers crossed (it can be accomplished, I  know, I tried it) and hope it will fly you there: Meanwhile, I’ll check the You tube, see what they can offer on the “Any Human Heart”:

To learn more about the in and outs of this marvelous jewell of literature, and its dramatization, check out the link to Wikipedia Dictionary (don’t stray now):

Ref.: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Any_Human_Heart