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A Message from NHL Players

In Hockey, Love, NHL, Nifty on September 21, 2012 at 10:22 pm

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Gilded Oceans

In Autumn, Love, More Wheat!, Poetry, Prairie, Very Bad Poetry, Wheat, Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!, Wheat-head, Whimsy on September 20, 2012 at 9:22 pm

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Gilded waves heave and sigh

On winds that breathe

Since the beginning

Of Time

As far as I can see

Oceans of it dance,

Romance with me

I wade in and swim

Straight into its heart

Gold envelops my soul

Like so much art

Its untold beards

Tickle my skin

Oh, my goodness

Where to begin

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Heart of Gold

In Art, Autumn, Canadian, Love, More Wheat!, Music, Neil Young, Nifty, Prairie, WDIZ!, Wheat, Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!, Wheat-head, Whimsy on September 20, 2012 at 9:10 pm

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“Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.”

~ Austin O’Malley

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The Autumnal Equinox is fast upon us. A most excellent occasion. A dreamy Time of harvest and moons and amber waves of grain… of some great tunes…

I call myself a “wheat-head” I Love the stuff so. I mean, it is some kind of gilded beautiful, hey? I can’t adequately impress upon you how spectacular I think fields of wheat and the prairie are. I just can’t. Words won’t suffice, baby.

It’s symbolic of such a great deal of what I feel is intrinsically important to existence: heart, art, the prairie, farmers (the backbone of society, for food is life), literal and figurative seeds, the myths of Demeter and Ceres… the Autumnal Equinox

It signals a Time for winding down, giving thanks, preparing for Halloween and the big sleep of winter.

Not much makes me feel more autumn, more Canadian, more prairie, more “wheat-head” than this man and this tune. This is a very sweet, intimate performance by a very, very young Neil appearing on the BBC.

From Harvest, the best selling album of 1972 in the United States (Who knew?!), here’s Heart of Gold…

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Waiting

In 9.11, Ad Astra per Ardua, Cats, Death, Loss, Love, Photography, The Disappeared, Ugh on September 11, 2012 at 12:32 am

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Photo: National Geographic

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful.

But not knowing which to do

is the worse kind of suffering.”

~ Paulo Coelho

Homeward Bound

In 9.11, Ad Astra per Ardua, Death, Loss, Love, Music, Poetry, Simon and Garfunkle, The Disappeared, Tributes, Ugh, Very Bad Poetry on September 11, 2012 at 12:32 am

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This one’s going out
To the disappeared
To the Love
Who never returned
Home where their thoughts escapin’
We learn the fates of some
While others…
Still, their Love lies
Waiting silently…
It must be understood
That wait they will
Until they know for sure
They will search high and low
They will hope against hope
Unable to eat
They will dream of you
In stolen moments of sleep
Even though they know
You’re nevermore
They will will you to walk
Through the door
Just once more
Please, just… once more
Then they’d hold fast
To your star
And never let go

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So… Here’s two of my very, very best boys for you with Homeward Bound

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Ad Astra per Ardua

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John Coffey Was My Boyfriend

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Loss, Love, Magic, Micheal Clarke Duncan, Tributes on September 4, 2012 at 7:39 pm

“He was Magic. He was a big Love of man and his passing leaves us stunned.” ~ Tom Hanks

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Brutus “Brutal” Howell: Well, there must be something we can do for you, John. There must be something that you want.

John Coffey: [pauses] I ain’t never seen me a flicker show.

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Mike Duncan has passed away. Losing Neil Armstrong and Hal David was bad. The loss of Mike Duncan in additon has succeeded in fairly crushing me.

I am completely over the Moon in ❤❤❤❤❤ — LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! — with Mike’s character, John Coffey, from The Green Mile. I mean…?

Sigh…

That’s all I’ve got to say… I’m at a real loss here…

Totally.

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John Coffey: …it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin’ and worryin’, I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein’ on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’s coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?

Paul Edgecomb: Yes, John. I think I can.

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I think I can understand, too, John…

Really.

I saw the bees…

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Ad Astra, John Coffey

I ❤ You!

I DO!

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“I dreamed of you.

I dreamed you were wandering in the dark.

And so was I.

And we found each other.

We found each other in the dark.”

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Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, Groovy, Hal David, Love, Music, Naked Eyes, Tributes on September 2, 2012 at 11:32 pm

Hal David was a Music legend and the author of many of my favourite songs. His collaboration with Burt Bacharach yielded some wonderfully whimsical lyrics: “What do you get when you kiss a guy?/You get enough germs to catch pneumonia…” Is that goofy or what? Or the completely and utterly groovy-sweet, beautiful dorkiness that is “This Guy’s in Love with You” and “Close to You” (I actually own a frog puppet that sings “Close to You.” We do an, ummmmm, duet. Ahem. 😊) They were the Kings of silly Love songs. The Kings! And that’s what we wanna fill the world with, hey? Heck, yeah.

Here’s one of my favourite songs, from a favourite film, starring some of my favourite actors…

Excerpted from the Montréal Gazette:

Through theatre, film and TV, David’s songs transcended the time they were written to become classics. With Bacharach, he was one of the most successful songwriting teams in modern history.

The 91-year-old, who died September first of complications from a stroke four days earlier in Los Angeles, “always had a song in his head,” said his wife, Eunice David. Even at the end, “he was always writing notes, or asking me to take a note down, so he wouldn’t forget a lyric.”

Bacharach and David’s hits included “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head,” ”(They Long to Be) Close to You” and “That’s What Friends Are For.” Many of the top acts of their time, from Barbra Streisand to Frank Sinatra and Aretha Franklin, recorded their music.

But the collaboration for which they were best known came in 1962, when they began writing for a young singer named Dionne Warwick.

Warwick’s versatile voice could convey the emotion of David’s lyrics and handle the changing patterns of Bacharach’s melodies. Together the trio created a chain of hits: “Don’t Make Me Over,” ”Walk On By,” ”I Say a Little Prayer,” ”Do You Know the Way to San Jose,” “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again,” ”Always Something There to Remind Me” (which later was a hit for the 1980s synth pop band Naked Eyes), among others.

They were a “triangle marriage that worked,” Warwick wrote in her memoir, “My Life, As I See It.” Bacharach was “the handsome one,” and David was level-headed — a “thoughtful, gentle, sincere” man — Warwick wrote.

Ever the writer (he studied journalism at New York University), David said in a 1999 interview that he thought of songwriting as telling a narrative.

“The songs should be like a little film, told in three or four minutes. Try to say things as simply as possible, which is probably the most difficult thing to do,” he said.

The New York-based writer often flew to Los Angeles, where he and Bacharach holed up for weeks of intense songwriting. They also conferred by telephone, a method that birthed “I Say a Little Prayer.”

When a song went nowhere, they stuck it in a desk drawer and left it there for months.

In a brief essay on his website, David recalled having an idea for a song for “at least two years before showing it to Burt.”

“I was stuck,” he wrote. “I kept thinking of lines like, ‘Lord, we don’t need planes that fly higher or faster …’ and they all seemed wrong. Why, I didn’t know. But the idea stayed with me.

“Then, one day, I thought of, ‘Lord, we don’t need another mountain,’ and all at once I knew how the lyric should be written. Things like planes and trains and cars are manmade, and things like mountains and rivers and valleys are created by someone or something we call God. There was now a oneness of idea and language instead of a conflict. It had taken me two years to put my finger on it.”

And so they had another smash: “What the World Needs Now is Love.”

David and Bacharach met when both worked in the Brill Building, New York’s legendary Tin Pan Alley song factory where writers cranked out songs to sell to music publishers. They scored their first big hit with “Magic Moments,” a million-selling record for Perry Como.

Their success transferred to film and theatre, where they won an Oscar for “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” (from the movie “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid“), and Grammys and Tonys for the songs from the hit Broadway musical “Promises, Promises.”

But the hit-making team broke up after the 1973 musical remake of “Lost Horizon.” The pair and Warwick had devoted two years to the movie, which was scorned by critics and audiences. Bacharach then sequestered himself in his vacation home and refused to work.

David went on to collaborate successfully with other composers: John Barry with the title song of the James Bond film “MoonrakerAlbert Hammond with “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before,” which Julio Iglesias and Willie Nelson sang as a duet; and Henry Mancini with “The Greatest Gift” in “The Return of the Pink Panther.”

David joined the board of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers in 1974 and served as president 1980 to 1986. He was head of the Songwriters Hall of Fame from 2001 to 2011, and was chairman emeritus at his death.

“As a lyric writer, Hal was simple, concise and poetic — conveying volumes of meaning in fewest possible words and always in service to the music,” ASCAP president, the songwriter Paul Williams, said in a statement. “It is no wonder that so many of his lyrics have become part of our everyday vocabulary and his songs… the backdrop of our lives.”

In May, Bacharach and David received the Library of Congress Gershwin Prize for Popular Song during a White House tribute concert attended by President Barack Obama. David, recovering from a major stroke in March, did not attend, but his wife accepted on his behalf.

“It was thrilling,” she said. “Even though he wasn’t there, Hal said it was the highest honour he had ever received.”

Obama noted their music is still being recorded by such artists as Alicia Keys and John Legend.

“Above all, they stayed true to themselves,” Obama said. “And with an unmistakable authenticity, they captured the emotions of our daily lives — the good times, the bad times, and everything in between.”

Born in New York City, David attended public schools and NYU, then served in the Army during World War II, mostly as a member of an entertainment unit in the South Pacific. After the war, he was a copywriter at the New York Post and wrote lyrics for bandleaders before hooking up with Bacharach.

He married Anne Rauchman in 1947, and together they had two sons.

Singer Smokey Robinson called on others to honour David’s musical legacy.

“I hope that the music world will join together in celebrating the life of one of our greatest composers ever,” he said.

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I hope so, too, Smokey. I hope so, too.

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Ad Astra, Mr. David

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The Fool

In Groovy, Love, Magic, Nifty, Poetry, The Fool, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on September 1, 2012 at 7:58 pm

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I could just eat you up, baby

I’m sorry it’s true

Killing me softly as you do

Everything’s write

Nothing is wrong

Not after so long

Drifting in Space

Solitary Darkness

Staring into the Abyss

Wasn’t expecting anyone

Least of all you

Was sure I was alone

By myself, just a Fool

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England’s Rose

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Elton john, Lady Diana, Loss, Love, Tributes on August 31, 2012 at 7:28 pm

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The Princess of Hearts. A Prophetess of Love. The embodiment of Kindness and Grace.

Lady Diana

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I have nothing more to add.

Bloomin’ Shrooms!

In Fall, Groovy, Love, Magic, Mushrooms, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Silly, Very Bad Poetry, Winter on August 29, 2012 at 7:47 pm

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The shrooms are in bloom

That can only mean one thing:

The crescendo of colour

Is poised to enchant

And the white space

I dig most will follow

Soon after that

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Sigh…

Uh, yeah.

Groovy.