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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
passed from 1. I don't have my own computer. 2. the last cd i bought...hmmm...i mean burned- shingu no mix with tom waits, richie havens, nike drake, toots ebert. One of those songs, "dirt in the ground," moves me no matter how many times I hear it. The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word/I want to know am I the sky/or a bird 3. no song playing at the moment, last song was "street spirit" (radiohead). 4. Other music and songs occuring recently and since I have been overseas: My friend Tim who has been living in Amsterdam for several years now brought me to his friend's place where she put on several different Brazilian songs, jumped up during a lot of them to sing or dance. I loved the music and cannot say what or who it was. But the one that stays with me is a recording she made of kids at a guest house in Brazil. Two of them, maybe five and six years old, were singing this well-known song that keeps returning to, "Fumar fumar..." and to hear children sing it was surprisingly sweet. Their tiny enthusiastic voices are still with me. In Japan, I played djembe at a little festival with two friends (one singing and guitaring, one on harmonica). Mostly we did blues, but my pick was Ali Farka Toure, "I Go Ka". The song sounds like, "genki by the river" but the river is old and deep. A little ticking rhythm is the beat I had to keep though much louder when I played. Getting to play it brought me somewhere I would never have gotten to go otherwise. Repetition in this song is more like the creation of something new every moment. Lastly (for today), one of my all-time favorite songs is bob dylan's "It's All Right, Ma (i'm only bleeding)." Although the entire thing is lyrically amazing, succinct with non-annoying rhyme, and lifetimes of wisdom fit into one song, I won't put them all here. Just A question in your nerves is lit/ yet you know there is no answer fit/ to satisfy insure you not to quit/ to keep it in your mind and not forget/ that it is not he or she or them or it/ that you belong to. /Although the masters make the rules/ for the wise men and the fools/ I got nothing, Ma, to live up to./ For them that must obey authority/ that they do not respect in any degree/ who despise their jobs, their destinies/ speak jealously of them that are free/ cultivate their flowers to be/ nothing more than something/ they invest in. Thank you for posting about music, KT. This portion of the relay, in order not to resemble in any way a chain letter, shall cross one of the many finishing points.
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