“Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.” (Carl Sagan); “Nothing ever dies on the Internet.” (anon.); “This is not your father’s Oldsmobile.” (Madison Ave. [m]adman). My posts amalgamate these three philosophical elements into one novel experience; they champion critical thinking, human dignity / equality, levelheaded / even-handed / liberty-based governance and solid environmental stewardship. C’mon in!
Mere moments ago, courtesy of a YouTube introduction, they opened my ears to SongBird, who has alighted on a branch that’s gently swaying in the winds of change. Thanks to the Interwebs, she is now omnipresent; perched outside ALL of our Windows.
For the benefit of all concerned souls, her joyous song, Let it Go, resolutely reassures us that there’s still hope for America; our home world.
Let’s all revel in her oh so delightful warbling, bask in her clearheaded message that refutes the temperamental Twittering Trump’s unTrue Tweets that he still rules the roost; rejoice in her tough love approach of informing Tweety that he must now  accept responsibility for all of his foul words and deeds,  concede he lost,  promptly molt his business suit,  test flap his political wings and  prepare to fly south for the winter where he must winter within his Mar-a-Lago gilded cage, forevermore.
Most assuredly, Tweety should feel damned lucky that, at least for the moment, he won’t be facing down the retribution that transcends the voters’ legally cast ballots, which have booted him out of his DC nest. Were justice to ever prevail, that li’l birdbrain would get ensnared in the legal system’s punishment, that is due him, for flagrantly flipping the bird at the laws of God and (wo)man.
Indeed, were fair play truly in play, it’d be high time for that birdbrain to become a jailbird; for dud orange Don to don orange duds!
Although America’s future as a Democracy, in no small sense, now hinges upon the outcome of two January 2021 run-off elections within the Commonwealth of Georgia, I’m not here to talk politics in these predawn hours of this surreal November Thursday.
Even so, there can be little doubt that this political hot spot, as of late, has been on my mind, so much so, that the “prompt word”, Georgia, became my first waking thought. Upon factoring in my lifelong love of music and 10+ year YouTube addiction, it was only inevitable that I’d free associate three aptly titled songs, track ’em down and promptly post ’em, below.
Hope you enjoy, as much as I do, the following Great Performances…
Shaneequa Cook + Unity Youth Choir ~ Sweet Georgia Brown
Usher ~ Georgia On My Mind
Randy Crawford ~ Rainy Night In Georgia
Seeing how YouTube clips are often here today / gone tomorrow here are some alternate clips that could, someday, add to this BlogCast’s “shelf life”. But why wait for that someday? If you’ve got the time (and who doesn’t these days), why not give a listen to ’em now?
“For the first time ever, Carly Simon is allowing the use of her song ‘You’re So Vain‘ for political purposes. And it comes at the expense of Donald Trump.”
CNN Business YouTube Channel
Ms. Simon, although it’s a virtual certainty that you hadn’t had that freak in mind, specifically, one can envision him hearing your song shortly after you released it on November 8, 1972.
And, sure as the word “narcissist” starts with an “n”, as sure as he always has “one eye in the mirror”, Donald J. Trump, to this very day, still bets that your bygone hit song is all about him; namely, that he’s the “man” who inspired, You’re So Vain.
Our featured clip is an oldie but a goodie (at least from my prespective). I first featured it on my now defunct MySpace blog site shortly after its posting date. Nora, who rules the 88’s, not only amazes and amuses us, but also serves as an inspiration to anyone who may harbor the unfounded belief that the piano is too tough to master.
I oft wish that that wretched prez, Richard M. Nixon, had had it his way; i.e., had successfully deported John Lennon. Say what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH!
I mean, had John departed gun sick America and returned to the U.K. it’s highly unlikely he’d have ever crossed paths with his assassin back on December 8, 1980.
John might’ve even still been with us on this very day; his special day, October 9th, to be celebrating his 80th birthday, no doubt, in grand style.
My being one who believes in life, eternal, I know that as I type and as you read these words, Lennon has got to be having the time of his afterlife; standing center stage while plucking the strings of his electrified harp; perhaps even participating in an endless jam session with Jimi Hendrix, Chuck Berry and, naturally, his ex-bandmate, George Harrison (who, btw, is responsible for our above clip’s musical selection)!
Happy 80th John! Your music rocked our world; made it a far better, more joyous place to live in.
I’ll keep you in my thoughts come sundown, as I play “Imagine” on my keyboard; imagine all that could’ve been had that ill-fated, dark, December night never gone down.
Words could never do full justice to any discussion of how music has enriched my life’s journey; how it’s seen me thru the troubled times / paved over the rough patches on the road I’ve been traveling.
As I’m sure most of us world-weary travelers would readily agree, by now, to categorize 2020’s cratered, altered reality as “a rough patch”, would be a monumental misnomer. Such an attempt would be akin to rebranding the Grand Canyon as the Gradual Swale.
But all geography set aside, let’s refocus on the musicology…
My encountering a masterpiece, such as Paul Simon’s Bridge Over Troubled Water (BOTW), one hafl century ago, had been akin to a life changing event. Simon, teamed up with Art Garfunkel, had released it on January 20, 1970 and, soon thereafter, FM radio station DJs began playing it so frequently, they practically melted down the vinyl onto their turntables.
This song even tracked out within my high school classroom on a cold winter’s Friday afternoon. That’s when my fresh out of college, hip instructor’s goal (to make poetry more relevant to her 10th grade students) paid off, big time! Never, before, had I ever seen a roomful of rambunctious adolescents awed into silence; and with the weekend beckoning, no less! By song’s end you could’ve heard the proverbial pin drop; even had that event occurred within a 20 km distant forest.
However, neither my words nor Wikipedia’s could ever adequately enhance the actual pièce de résistance, featured above. That’s where our supplementary clips, below, come into play. For the truly musically adventurous, check out the onsite clip showcasing BOTW’s backstory. I’ve also linked us to the very songs, which Paul Simon credits as his inspiration (Keep your ears open for Swan Silvertones member, Claude Jeter’s lyric “I’ll be your bridge over deep water if you trust in my name.”).
While I hope you’ll have the time to enjoy all four fascinating clips, at the very least, do play back and zone out on our blog topper video’s soundscape and tranquil scenery. To slightly alter the lyrical couplet…
“Like a bridge over troubled water Paul and Arthur will ease your mind.”
Preface: Bold font denotes paraphrased and quoted lyrical passages.
Susanne Scherer and Thomas Kolbin front MoonSun; which they describe as a Symphonic Power Metal Band.
Their usage of stunning orchestration and visuals further dramatize the dark, creeping, lyrical visions planted by Paul Simon within his composition, Sound of Silence; originally released back on 09/12/1965.
Simon emphasized / MoonSun reemphasizes how little good can ever come of a society when human rights (among them, freedom of speech) get sickened by a cancerous silence; when the people have “bowed and prayed to the neon god they made”; especially when that neon is a garish ORANGE!
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“What Becomes of the Brokenhearted”, written by William Weatherspoon, Paul Riser and James Dean, was recorded by Jimmy Ruffin and released on Motown Records’ Soul label back in the summer of 1966. It’s a passionate ballad, which stirs our universal memories of love lost.
Yet, it’s the lyric, “As I walk this land of broken dreams”… so applicable to our present-day, worldwide, civil unrest… which intimates a much deeper meaning… which requires a second interpretation of this soulful selection. How can true blue, stateside commoners, such as I, not equate this to the broken American dream?
This doth, indeed, beg an updated to 2020, situated to all troubled nations, question…
What becomes of the brokenhearted when the love each of us feels for our homeland is unrequited?
Give a listen to Grace Carter’s impassioned cover of this Motown classic.
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