Also did this but it is really horrid. anyway, today was fun.
Classic Mr T harmonies. I love the songs sentiment, It’s a feel good song.
Thanks for that Mr T. How are you and the family? how is the lovely Mary?
Nice Ballad flavor there…
Are those “Thirds” <<< Is that what they are called ?
on that Guitar Track ? …
Whatever it is…
Nice use of that track…
I really like both of those Tom - a lot. I’ll get my reply up if I get anything. O have enjoyed our little song game I truly have you’ve inspired me to do things at least try things I never thought I would, or should. For that I thank you. On an even more personal note I have been struggling of late with the loss of my oldest brother Ray - my life writing partner and my biggest ‘fan’… my teacher, best friend, second father… It’s amazing how when you loose someone like that you continue to loose then fresh at any moment when you recall the ‘little things’ they gave you in life in moments of personal need. The little grin and eye sparkle from a well played guitar riff, the smile from a line in a song when it was understood and appreciated, the appreciation and recognition of silly wit. Ray was the one who gave me all I needed to continue writing playing and producing. Now I not only miss him but continue to miss all he was there for me for that I no longer have from anyone in my life. That’s what makes losing someone you love so tough sometimes. Yep he’s dead, moved on, dialed 9 and got a line out, and I’m fine with that. It’s just the relationship I miss now, and every song I do just makes me miss him more. I know - sorry for being so serious and sounding like I’m morose. Just needed to get it out. Putting some great wit and playing up just for … ugh never mind… if only you appreciate Tom, it’s fine.
Sorry dude. X
I fully understand Poppa. I am sorry I never knew Ray. There is so much beauty in life, in our friends and family, so much fleeting beauty.
Classic Mr T harmonies. I love the songs sentiment, It's a feel good song.
Thanks for that Mr T.
How are you and the family? how is the lovely Mary?
Tired, but lovely!
That’s room for inspiration…
Maybe, he’ll look over your shoulder or help push your pen, or something…
Who knows. ?
I often find myself going out the door, on my way over to Leonard’s place…
Only to realize, he wouldn’t be there, if I got to his place…
Man of genius…I think thats one of my favourites of yours. Ever. Short and sweet, straight to the point but plenty to think about there…Love it.
‘Stake’…I found those verses very attractive!
Poppa. Ok, here am I, and probably a whole load of people, moaning about their lives…how hard things are etc. etc.
You have had more hard knocks than most of us…more than most I know anyway, and yet you still give thoughts, prayer and time to others around you.
That’s the true mark of the man. Poppa…you are awesome.
Truly sorry for your loss.
Stake in The Ground took me by surprise. Really dig the, ‘diddle-uhm diddle-uhm’ guit groove.
diddle um? Yep, that about describes my technique.
Say, Tommy, after I read your post I was preparing for one of tomorrow’s classes, a bit of mystical poetry. We get to read cool stuff. Anyway, one of the texts is perhaps my favorite bit of religious poetry, by the Sufi mystic, Rumi - who is held in high esteem in all mystical traditions, for very good reason, I think. It’s a difficult poem, since it is operating on so many levels, and it can be read (wrongly) in a way that is none too happy, but properly read I’ve found that it expresses something…not sure what the word is…great? important? Sublime? Joyous? Not quite sure, but thought I’d share it. Get ready for the surprise ending.
Love’s Apocalypse, Love’s Glory
One breath from the breath of the lover would be enough to burn away the world,
to scatter this insignificant universe like grains of sand.
The whole cosmos would become a Sea,
And sacred terror rubble this Sea to nothing.
No human being would remain, and no creature;
A smoke would come from heaven: there would be no more man or angel:
Out of this smoke, flame would suddenly flash out across heaven.
That second, the sky would split apart and neither space nor existence remain.
Vast groans would rise up out of the breast of the universe, groans mingles with desolate moaning,
And fire eat up water, and water eat up fire:
The waves of the Sea of the Void would drown in their flood the horsemen of day and night:
The sun itself fades, vanishes, before this flaming out of the soul of man.
Do not ask anyone who is not intimate with the secrets
When the intimate of the secret himself cannot answer you.
Mars will lose its swagger, Jupiter burn the book of the world,
The moon will not hold its empire, its joy will be smirched with agony.
Mercury will shipwreck in mud, Saturn burn itself to death;
Venus, singer of heaven, play no longer her songs of joy.
The rainbow will flee, and the cup, and the wine,
There will be no more happiness or rapture, no more wound or cure,
Water will no longer dance with light, wind no longer sweep the ground,
Gardens no longer abandon themselves to laughter, April’s clouds no longer scatter their dew.
There will be no more grief, no more consolation, no more â€œenemyâ€ or â€œwitness.â€
No more flute or song, or lute or mode, no more high or low pitch,
Causes will faint away: the cupbearer will serve himself,
The soul will recite, â€œO my Lord most highâ€: the heart will cry out, "My Lord knows best.â€
Rise up! The painter of Eternity has set to work one more time
To trace miraculous figures on the crazy curtain of the world.
God has lit a fire to burn the heart of the universe.
The Sun of God has the East for a heart: the splendor of that East
Irradiates at all moments the son of Adam, Jesus, son of Mary.
From Andrew Harvey’s collection called The Essential Mystics.
Wow, surprise ending indeed! I like it!
Ain’t that a good ending?
Yes sir, it certainly is
what, I type my fingers off for like 6 or even 7 minutes and that’s it? No deep analysis of the structure, comment on the surprising juxtaposition of images, pleasant surprise at the universal nature of the message, criticism of the underlying theology, or even a criticism of the punctuation?
Anyway, I still really like that poem.
I do too, Tom, I pasted it to my facebook, lol!
what, I type my fingers off for like 6 or even 7 minutes and that's it?
No deep analysis of the structure, comment on the surprising juxtaposition of images, pleasant surprise at the universal nature of the message, criticism of the underlying theology, or even a criticism of the punctuation?
Anyway, I still really like that poem.
I really liked this part;
From Andrew Harvey's collection called The Essential Mystics.
There's a song in that thar last part ... I can SMELL it. Oh... sorry... that was the chili...
I fully intended to come back and expound or at least exounce on it… two lessons from it I got for my situation - it really is true there is a friend closer than a brother (Jesus) and I do the same to others I don’t want done to me.
As usual I focus on my faults not others, no blame but to my own faults… and besides - I thought thought it was down right rude for me to whine in a post of two great songs of yours. There was no intent to divert from praise to your writing skills and awesome musicianship.
But I will tell you this - I would have simply cut and pasted the poem… You know me well and I think you for posting that. Go ahead and give me a D- in your class - I can handle it.