An interview where he talks a little bit about being blown up on a train in Peru by Shining Path Guerrillas...and other topics...
Showing posts with label "Music with a message". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "Music with a message". Show all posts
Tuesday, August 30, 2022
Sam Baker - Singer/Songwriter
An interview where he talks a little bit about being blown up on a train in Peru by Shining Path Guerrillas...and other topics...
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Wherever I Fall
Very poignant song/scene from the new film "Cyrano" - with what's happening right now in Ukraine...
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes, there will be war...
Songwriters: Valentin, Mats / Green, Marti Lynn Dodson
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.
That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.
That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.
War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory
Of good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah! /fadeout/
War lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Nuevo Nuevo
Home grown music, right here in Austin, from my close friend Meagan and Riddlore?...CD release at Esquina Tango a couple of weeks ago...
bajo la tierra :: riddlore?
megalore :: meganoke [artwork for this one is Alejandro Almanza (HOU) I believe]
bajo la tierra :: riddlore?
megalore :: meganoke [artwork for this one is Alejandro Almanza (HOU) I believe]
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Once upon a time you dressed so fine...
Happy Birthday to Bob Dylan...
Like a rolling stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Like a rolling stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Flower Duet from Lakmé
I coulda sworn I had posted something about this song in the past...Dame Joan Sutherland and I'm not sure who the other singer is...one of my favorite songs...
Here is the info from my iTunes...sounds like it is the same version...so it would be Jane Berbié...possibly...
Lakmé: Viens, Mallika, ... Dôme épais (Flower Duet)
Dame Joan Sutherland, Jane Berbié, Orchestre national de l'Opéra de Monte-Carlo & Richard Bonynge
Here is the info from my iTunes...sounds like it is the same version...so it would be Jane Berbié...possibly...
Lakmé: Viens, Mallika, ... Dôme épais (Flower Duet)
Dame Joan Sutherland, Jane Berbié, Orchestre national de l'Opéra de Monte-Carlo & Richard Bonynge
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Iron & Wine :: Resurrection Fern
Sugarpiehoneybunch turned me on to this song on the way home from Sängerrunde Hall (two step, swing and me and two followers dancing a few tangos and milongas) last night, dodging deer and dillo's on the dark road back to the ranch.
Apparently, Iron & Wine is based just around the corner in Driftwood. There's some amazing musical/artistic talent out here in the Hill Country, not to mention Austin, the 'Live Music Capital of the World'.
Amazing, world class musicians, who choose not to be on the world stage - well except that this band appears to be fairly 'big' in the music scene. Most of these folks are content to simply make music on the riverbank, or wherever, never seeking 'fame and fortune' in the suckass music industry. You will never hear, or hear of, the vast majority of these folks, and will be blown away by the beauty of their talent and creativity.
I'm lucky to have experienced this in my life. I'm blessed to have one of these very unique and beautiful and talented people in my life. I spoon her each night, holding her tight in my sleepy embrace and wake to her smiling face every day. Blessed is the word of a speechless man.
The song is available on iTunes if you want to download it.
Apparently, Iron & Wine is based just around the corner in Driftwood. There's some amazing musical/artistic talent out here in the Hill Country, not to mention Austin, the 'Live Music Capital of the World'.
Amazing, world class musicians, who choose not to be on the world stage - well except that this band appears to be fairly 'big' in the music scene. Most of these folks are content to simply make music on the riverbank, or wherever, never seeking 'fame and fortune' in the suckass music industry. You will never hear, or hear of, the vast majority of these folks, and will be blown away by the beauty of their talent and creativity.
I'm lucky to have experienced this in my life. I'm blessed to have one of these very unique and beautiful and talented people in my life. I spoon her each night, holding her tight in my sleepy embrace and wake to her smiling face every day. Blessed is the word of a speechless man.
The song is available on iTunes if you want to download it.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Happiness Incarnate
A great find from my friend Rigoberto...
Shit. Now I'm crying. I hate it when that happens.
Under "related" videos...here is a milonga in the same location...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1J6W_CB6w8
Shit. Now I'm crying. I hate it when that happens.
Under "related" videos...here is a milonga in the same location...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1J6W_CB6w8
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
I am :: a man who appreciates music
My mom sent me to this today.
A man stood at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tugged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, of the thousands that passed by, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best violinists in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written for a violin on a violin that was worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize artistic talent in an unexpected context?
An interesting question drawn from this experience:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
Here is the original article in the Washington Post.
In this example in D.C., had I been there, I would have been the only person who would have sat there, late for work or a meeting or whatever, and listened to the entire forty-five minute performance, and left everything I had on me as a tip.
That's the way I am.
I would like to believe that I don't miss much in this life.
And here is Joshua Bell playing Beethoven...
A man stood at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tugged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, of the thousands that passed by, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best violinists in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written for a violin on a violin that was worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize artistic talent in an unexpected context?
An interesting question drawn from this experience:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
Here is the original article in the Washington Post.
In this example in D.C., had I been there, I would have been the only person who would have sat there, late for work or a meeting or whatever, and listened to the entire forty-five minute performance, and left everything I had on me as a tip.
That's the way I am.
I would like to believe that I don't miss much in this life.
And here is Joshua Bell playing Beethoven...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Blue Sky
This still may be my all time favorite song. I've been listening to this one for about 36 years.
With Melissa still being a very close second.
Okay, that's enough. I'm done posting. Enjoy.
With Melissa still being a very close second.
Okay, that's enough. I'm done posting. Enjoy.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Well I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky...
This is the best version of the song "Orange Sky" by Alexi Murdoch that I could find. The one I listen to, the KGSR Live version, is the best I think, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Oh well...here it is....hear it...and weep...
Here are the lyrics...
Well I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
Yes I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my brother standing by
With my brother standing by
I said Brother, you know you know
It's a long road we've been walking on
Brother you know it is you know it is
Such a long road we've been walking on
And I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my sister standing by
With my sister standing by
I said Sister, here is what I know now
Here is what I know now
Goes like this..
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, in your love, in your love
But sister you know I'm so weary
And you know sister
My hearts been broken
Sometimes, sometimes
My mind is too strong to carry on
Too strong to carry on
When I am alone
When I've thrown off the weight of this crazy stone
When I've lost all care for the things I own
That's when I miss you, that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you
You who are my home
You who are my home
And here is what I know now
Here is what I know now
Goes like this..
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, in your love, in your love
Well I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
Yes I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my brother and my sister standing by
With my brother and my sister standing by
With my brother and my sister standing by
Here are the lyrics...
Well I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
Yes I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my brother standing by
With my brother standing by
I said Brother, you know you know
It's a long road we've been walking on
Brother you know it is you know it is
Such a long road we've been walking on
And I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my sister standing by
With my sister standing by
I said Sister, here is what I know now
Here is what I know now
Goes like this..
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, in your love, in your love
But sister you know I'm so weary
And you know sister
My hearts been broken
Sometimes, sometimes
My mind is too strong to carry on
Too strong to carry on
When I am alone
When I've thrown off the weight of this crazy stone
When I've lost all care for the things I own
That's when I miss you, that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you
You who are my home
You who are my home
And here is what I know now
Here is what I know now
Goes like this..
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, in your love, in your love
Well I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
Yes I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my brother and my sister standing by
With my brother and my sister standing by
With my brother and my sister standing by
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Cradle of Love....
This is the song by Kelly Willis that started this flurry of music posts...it played in my iPod mix today...and it struck a chord...
Anyway, I found it, and wasn't impressed with the audio quality...so I started posting all these others...but I will finish up with this one....the lyrics are below...note that the guy playing guitar is the songwriter...Paul Kelly...
Holy shit it hurts to listen to this one...
Baby you look tired and baby you look beat
Seems like you've been working eight days a week
Baby take a break from all you've been thinking of
And come into my cradle of love
Baby let me hold you and rock your cares away
Put aside your troubles at the ending of the day
Cause when we lie together I fit you like a glove
Come into my cradle of love
Down in the valley you can lose your name
All your sorrow and your pain
The dark warm waters they can heal you
And make you all brand new again
So baby come on over and lean your head on me
Here in my arms now is where you're meant to be
Baby take advantage of all I've got to give
Come into my cradle of love oh
Down in the valley you can lose your name...
So baby come on over and lean your head on me
Come into my cradle of love
Baby let me be your cradle of love
Oh babe come into my cradle of love oh yes oh
Anyway, I found it, and wasn't impressed with the audio quality...so I started posting all these others...but I will finish up with this one....the lyrics are below...note that the guy playing guitar is the songwriter...Paul Kelly...
Holy shit it hurts to listen to this one...
Baby you look tired and baby you look beat
Seems like you've been working eight days a week
Baby take a break from all you've been thinking of
And come into my cradle of love
Baby let me hold you and rock your cares away
Put aside your troubles at the ending of the day
Cause when we lie together I fit you like a glove
Come into my cradle of love
Down in the valley you can lose your name
All your sorrow and your pain
The dark warm waters they can heal you
And make you all brand new again
So baby come on over and lean your head on me
Here in my arms now is where you're meant to be
Baby take advantage of all I've got to give
Come into my cradle of love oh
Down in the valley you can lose your name...
So baby come on over and lean your head on me
Come into my cradle of love
Baby let me be your cradle of love
Oh babe come into my cradle of love oh yes oh
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Logic...and proportion...these, are two, of my favorite things...
The imitable and divine Missus Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane at Woodstock in 1969...singing "White Rabbit"
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