The Daily News
1 Friday slides into home.
2 Umpire: "Safe!"
3 So ends this week.
4 May there be many more.
5 So yesterday's DN kept time-traveling. I've had trouble with this thing lately, and it likes doing that.
6 Time traveling.
7 Occupational hazard.
8 Yesterday I tried making this travel with music. It semi-worked, once I tried it out. It's just that when I tested the Peer Gynt link, it worked fine.
9 Once I launched yesterday morning, we piled into Josh and Caitlin's van and shot up to Auburn. Beautiful morning.
10 We came back, had some lunch, watched this show called Highway Thru Hell, about truck drivers in dangerous, snowy mountains during the Winter. The show depicts the treachery and danger that faces these guys 24/7. I can't believe just how dangerous it is. Scary stuff. Tough bunch, let me tell you. I got hooked. I also love it because a few of the guys in it are Canadian, eh, and they always say, "Eh?" eh? Right?
11 My kind of show. It requires little-to-no thinking, eh.
12 Anyway, the girls got a bit bored with it and took off shopping yesterday. I stayed and kept watching, because it was becoming Spring, so I wanted to see how these truckers made money during the warmer climates. The lovely part of retirement is indulgence of useless stuff on a semi-regular basis. Semi-regular. Some pun, eh?
13 After a while I decided to return getting today's DN done. I went on Facebook and tested my link to a live concert of Grieg's Peer Gynt, which I posted yesterday. As far as I could see, the link worked, but you had to navigate back to the DN on your own. All apologies. I'll have that cleared up in say, six years, eh?
14 The worst thing that happened when I tested the video was that it paused on its own and for no apparent reason, the way videos often do.
15 I goosed it, and it is back working it. As I write, Scheherazade is playing, and beautifully. Here:
16 Service with a smile.
17 The links seem to be working.
18 I may now return to listening to snow truckers and rescue units cuss profusely.
19 What a lovely day!
20 Makes one wonder.
21 Moving On, Part One: Paul Simon is touring. He will visit the Greek in Berkeley on June 3 at 7:30. I have included a link to his website if you want more info. It includes all tour dates. I'm guessing it will be amazing, even though he sort of looks like a guy selling shoes these days. Don't let the disguise fool you. The guy is an icon, and one of the hardest workers in rock. Look to a grand concert. Be sure to check the calendar. He is playing the Hollywood Bowl, and he will make an appearance in Santa Barbara, and those are just the Cali shows. If you can go, go. It is always fun enjoying an icon live.
22 I would rather not peek at the tunes he will play, but you can bet he will deliver, particularly with his own music.
23 Funny how it all works. I did a bit on Paul Simon last week (or was it the week before?) and even broke down a few songs.
24 I hope some of my EV students could gather and go watch. I had them listen to five or six songs by Simon, enough that they might recognize some.
25 If they go, they should collectively listen to as many songs as possible. I would begin with the Concert in Central Park album beforehand. It has tons of songs, and almost all sound wonderful.
26 And so the coincidences continue.
27 Moving On, Part the Two: I just wrote about the coincidences surrounding Dr. Wayne Dyer. Although I don't consider this a huge coincidence, yesterday morning I woke up to a presentation by him, the end of the presentation that began with his receiving birthday wishes from Beatles.
28 He gave a wonderful talk about his Mom, and how much she kept his family together when his father abandoned them, and how she stayed strong by re-marrying a guy who was an all-day, all-night alcoholic who eventually passed, and how she still was able to put her kids first, and to teach them good values, and all the rest. He moved to the edge of the stage, where a few people looked right back up at him.
29 I kept waiting for him to tell us that his Mom had finally passed, and perhaps have a projection of her, with some music.
30 Instead, he looked down at a woman who was clearly moved, then he looked up, and said, "My Mom." Massive applause. I was exhausted, but I loved it. He brought her up to the stage and gave her a huge hug.
At this point I pulled up a comforter, and I drifted back to sleep. For the record, it was a nice hug, and a long one. He then gave her off to a guy with headphones, and she disappeared. Slight of hand. That moment bothered me. Why? Why wouldn't he have his Mom say something? Perhaps she didn't want that. He then transitioned to "Inspiration comes to us in many ways..." words to that effect.
31 Only later did I wake up when he mentioned Vincent Van Gogh. You might remember the Starry Night recollections and coincidences.
32 He yammered a bit about Don McLean, and even had the audience join him in singing the verse, "So bye, bye Miss American pie..." One thing I can say about Dr. Wayne Dyer: he really can't sing. Mystery to me. Anyway, he went on to talk about how McLean had read a bio of Van Gogh. He told of how troubled Van Gogh was, and how one day the artist went to his painting place with paint brushes in one hand, and a revolver in another, sat, and then shot himself through the heart. And when Don McLean read that, it moved him to write his classic song about Van Gogh titled simply, Vincent. In a nice transition, a pretty young singer came out with a mic, and a projection of Van Gogh's The Starry Night appeared behind her.
34 I tried getting the excerpt from that to post here, but it was poorly done. Dyer doesn't tell the audience who she is, which also bothered me a bit. She sang beautifully, and at a much needed increase in tempo over the original by McLean.
35 I decided to post a live version by McLean from a concert in 1972. His tempo is much nicer, almost too quick, but I like his nervousness. It's human. The trouble with this video is it ends a bit abruptly. Still, it is better than another version I almost posted. That one has some thumping boushit come in right after he finishes, and so you would have needed to push pause after he was done, and spare your nerves. I said "no" to that version. Here is Don McLean, Vincent, live. I love the lyrics:
36 Again, apologies for the fade. When people post videos, they need to let the song fade out completely before pausing.
37 And I am up against strong deadlines today. I need to send someone an email with some things I needed to dig up in my closets of archives, but that one is rewarding. I also need to get suitcase and travel bags together for my brief trip to the Bay Area tomorrow to be at Vinnie's memorial service.
38 AND I need to get over to see my little miracles.
39 So I didn't really have time to go through hundreds of Don McLean videos.
40 I also realized too late that he has one "c" in his name, and a capital "L". I had to go back and eliminate/capitalize. Don, sweethaht, why didn't you just change your name so's it makes more sense?
41 Moving On, Part Three: Speaking of Vinnie, here is the info once again about his services:
42 Gottago.
43 We'll see you again.
44 Have a GREAT day.
45 I hope to see many of you at the tribute.
46 Peace.
23 Funny how it all works. I did a bit on Paul Simon last week (or was it the week before?) and even broke down a few songs.
24 I hope some of my EV students could gather and go watch. I had them listen to five or six songs by Simon, enough that they might recognize some.
25 If they go, they should collectively listen to as many songs as possible. I would begin with the Concert in Central Park album beforehand. It has tons of songs, and almost all sound wonderful.
26 And so the coincidences continue.
27 Moving On, Part the Two: I just wrote about the coincidences surrounding Dr. Wayne Dyer. Although I don't consider this a huge coincidence, yesterday morning I woke up to a presentation by him, the end of the presentation that began with his receiving birthday wishes from Beatles.
28 He gave a wonderful talk about his Mom, and how much she kept his family together when his father abandoned them, and how she stayed strong by re-marrying a guy who was an all-day, all-night alcoholic who eventually passed, and how she still was able to put her kids first, and to teach them good values, and all the rest. He moved to the edge of the stage, where a few people looked right back up at him.
29 I kept waiting for him to tell us that his Mom had finally passed, and perhaps have a projection of her, with some music.
30 Instead, he looked down at a woman who was clearly moved, then he looked up, and said, "My Mom." Massive applause. I was exhausted, but I loved it. He brought her up to the stage and gave her a huge hug.
At this point I pulled up a comforter, and I drifted back to sleep. For the record, it was a nice hug, and a long one. He then gave her off to a guy with headphones, and she disappeared. Slight of hand. That moment bothered me. Why? Why wouldn't he have his Mom say something? Perhaps she didn't want that. He then transitioned to "Inspiration comes to us in many ways..." words to that effect.
31 Only later did I wake up when he mentioned Vincent Van Gogh. You might remember the Starry Night recollections and coincidences.
32 He yammered a bit about Don McLean, and even had the audience join him in singing the verse, "So bye, bye Miss American pie..." One thing I can say about Dr. Wayne Dyer: he really can't sing. Mystery to me. Anyway, he went on to talk about how McLean had read a bio of Van Gogh. He told of how troubled Van Gogh was, and how one day the artist went to his painting place with paint brushes in one hand, and a revolver in another, sat, and then shot himself through the heart. And when Don McLean read that, it moved him to write his classic song about Van Gogh titled simply, Vincent. In a nice transition, a pretty young singer came out with a mic, and a projection of Van Gogh's The Starry Night appeared behind her.
34 I tried getting the excerpt from that to post here, but it was poorly done. Dyer doesn't tell the audience who she is, which also bothered me a bit. She sang beautifully, and at a much needed increase in tempo over the original by McLean.
35 I decided to post a live version by McLean from a concert in 1972. His tempo is much nicer, almost too quick, but I like his nervousness. It's human. The trouble with this video is it ends a bit abruptly. Still, it is better than another version I almost posted. That one has some thumping boushit come in right after he finishes, and so you would have needed to push pause after he was done, and spare your nerves. I said "no" to that version. Here is Don McLean, Vincent, live. I love the lyrics:
37 And I am up against strong deadlines today. I need to send someone an email with some things I needed to dig up in my closets of archives, but that one is rewarding. I also need to get suitcase and travel bags together for my brief trip to the Bay Area tomorrow to be at Vinnie's memorial service.
38 AND I need to get over to see my little miracles.
39 So I didn't really have time to go through hundreds of Don McLean videos.
40 I also realized too late that he has one "c" in his name, and a capital "L". I had to go back and eliminate/capitalize. Don, sweethaht, why didn't you just change your name so's it makes more sense?
41 Moving On, Part Three: Speaking of Vinnie, here is the info once again about his services:
Services for Vinnie Richardson
When: Saturday, February 27, 1 p.m.
Where: Family Community Church, 478 Piercy Rd. San Jose, CA, 95138.
Phone: 408-365-0313.
Link:
43 We'll see you again.
44 Have a GREAT day.
45 I hope to see many of you at the tribute.
46 Peace.
~H~
fin.
No comments:
Post a Comment