Classics never die and music is one of life's greatest pleasures. I started the day early, stepping out along the Sound with wicked fine tunes in tote. I was on the trail for a long long while, until the clouds & rain moved in. I listened to many other musical delights & thought I'd share these couple highlights deserving of your listen. I'm inclined to post more, but won't at this moment. You all know where to find the more. Of interest & regret, these two mega talented musicians certainly left us much, much too soon! I've been a loving fan for eons, and delightedly so, their music lives on forever.
~ Walking by Myself ~ Boston Fenway Theater 1971 (borrows Girlfriend's pompoms, thanks....Go Beantown!)
Paul Butterfield, harp, vocal ~ Mike Bloomfield, guitar~ Mark Naftalin, piano ~John Kahn, bass ~ Billy Mundi, drums
There was also this little cool-down blues harp ditty, oh my seriousness.
*Sidenote, the intro by Mike Bloomfield, awesome a musician is he as well, speaks to me of what's to come in this video recorded at the Newport Folk Festival 1965. I can almost smell & hear the sweet aroma of the Atlantic right there with him, imagining I hear the windy waves, music in itself to my ears....
Today is proving to be genuinely a day of reflection for me, introspective thoughts are rolling, and the day is still relatively young. Some days are like that. Scroll by or not, no worries, this writing is beneficial for my heart, and so I continue. Being an SAV member for a while now, together with my prior lack of experience in such a format, I've found very surprising how it's come to life for me. The fine details are in the watch and listen. As we read messages, make connections and chatful interactions, it's wonderful to see and understand we live in a shared experience of true reality. To participate here, I know for me, is an unexpected discovered thing of beauty. And therapeutic, as well, and I'm grateful for that. Member actions, together with inward or outward responses to them, gives release to stressors of many personal strifes and societal ills. Though of different distinctions, the tolerance and comraderie here is impressive. AVers denialism of the pandemic hastened my true gift of gab irl transition to here, now it's morphed into a larger entity than its beginning. During my best days, I find my most joy in reaching out with compassion & kindness. Though not always living up to the challenge, I try best to keep mindful of others' trials and tribulations in a respectful manner. Living in this complex dance of shadows, one truly doesn't know the depth of pain of any stranger or even those persons known to you, their true burdens and heartaches. When I come across seemingly troubled, ornery or persons of other concerning appearances passing by irl, before I reflect a negative attitude or pass judgement, my mind wanders to what perhaps their struggles are, what's going on behind their closed doors. It's hard and ugly to imagine sometimes. We all have them, troubles, some more pronounced than others. My region has seen a huge influx of such harmed persons all around in just a few shorts years. Thoughts lead me to sometimes say out loud as a reminder to self that all are somebody's baby, born to live this perplexingly painful yet jubilant existence. One certainty is that their inner suffering is unknown to me. And, no matter the triggers they project, small or large, who am I to pass judgement having the same affliction that is truly the human condition. Undisputed is that human suffering is a varied world wide phenomenon.
At dawn this morning, I got news of the still of the night death of a dear friend. She was a young 60 yo, afflicted, through no fault of her own, with esophoceal cancer. I'm so very pained by this. Love all that you can, where ever you can, to whomever you can, in her honor and all her goodness that she was, today, maybe tomorrow, too....please. Oh, and let someone, anyone or those in your life you love know that you do through your words or actions. Don't wait. Of course, it's just my humble ask in this personal mournful moment. Truly, I'm hopeful that you live this day and all others as best you can in whichever way brings you authentic joy! Oh, and I'd be remiss if not expressing real gratitude to Dip, for the harp and horns bug in my ear, so helpful & amazingly right on time. Thanks much.
RIP to your beautiful friend. Your eloquent writing and the music is such a tribute. Sorry for your loss.
I got to be at a Galway Kinnell reading. so many things that touch your heart. And break your heart. That’s what love is about.
Nighthawks. Had the guy from Wet Willie (smilin through the rain). I dated the rhythm guitar player for the band who opened for them. I would be delighted if anyone else has seen the Nighthawks. We got to have dinner with them before the show, and they were actually interested in us. Legendary blues and roots rock band.
I didn't do anything. Just another putz putzing around on the internet.
Sorry about your loss. Grief is a fuked up thing but I spose a necessary way of transitioning out of loss.
I've discovered a lot of people here enjoy music and our fav's are diverse and both similar and dissimilar.
The world keeps turning regardless. Maybe we have a bit of control over the amount of suffering or joy we experience. Maybe not. But we can all aspire to be better people and support that which makes a better world, the good. Artists may define, and amplify that in ways other than the norm.
The devil is in the details and politics arrive on what it is that determines or is associated with "The Good" or "evil".
Going to continue putzing around here in and of the presence of the atoms and energy of my somewhat austere existence. My possessions are few and my existence shabby but, there are others who have far less and would consider my chattel blessed. Change is the only constant and can make life a slippery slope in the treacherous and ultimately tragic landscape of human existence and society. Poor people are often happy people strangely enough. I've found that in this world, whether it be a good idea or a tangible item of value, or even your relationship to such things, some will only find the motivation to dispossess you of that which may be valuable in some way. There are givers and takers and shades betwixt.