I realize that dying is what happens to people. But it feels like the props of the world—not the slither and clamber of current politics, but the art that some days is what keeps you getting up in the morning—are being knocked down.
This week started off with the deaths of Bergman and Antonioni, and now Tommy Makem, whose music—with the Clancy Brothers and solo—I grew up listening to. Now I'm terrified that Pete Seeger or Gordon Bok will die before the week is out.
Oh, not much. I'm just using the net at the moment. Hey if you wind up not having much to do, do you want to maybe hang out? I don't know where exactly, but we're both close to the T.
I must leave now, and again bid farewell to internet access for tonight. Tomorrow I will have very limited internet time, if any. I am doing nothing the rest of the evening; you can call me at any time if you would like, and for that matter you can tomorrow as well. I would love to hear from you on my cell and talk with you for a while :) I would also like to know your cell number, as long as you are okay with telling it to me. So if you would like you can call at any time of day or night and I will most likely be there and answer. So yea 603 738 9014 like I left before (I just wanted to save you the trouble of digging through your previous posts and comments). So yeah I would be thrilled to hear from you on my cell tonight or tomorrow :) So in any case I hope your evening rocks and I'll TTYL :)
P.S.- I don't know if you are on facebook or myspace, but if you are you can find me on them both by searching for me be email address: dadams@unity.edu
Oh heavens. This is the first I'd heard. Beannacht Dé lena hanam.
I have to admit I've never been particular wild about the whole ballad group genre, but it's like céili bands and skiffle--it got so many folk started and kept so many eyes in the direction of folkloric music and paved the way for trad to actually get a modicum of public respect...
He'll be much missed, but what he did will live after him.
What the fuck is this week?
*hugs* I don't know, but I hope we have some respite.
This is very true. It's not like drawings in the sand. But still.
Indeed.
Saw Liz and Yvonne Kane tonight--they're sisters, a fiddle duo from Letterfrack, Co. Galway. Drove out for the gig from Boston where they're staying, and, amazingly, drove back the same night. I just looked at their website, in hopes of commending them to your attention, but their gig tommorrow's in Worcester, which I gather is some distance from you, and then they're off to Canada.
Well, next time they're in your vicinity, I recommend them highly.
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I realize that dying is what happens to people. But it feels like the props of the world—not the slither and clamber of current politics, but the art that some days is what keeps you getting up in the morning—are being knocked down.
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crazy week, of course!
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This week started off with the deaths of Bergman and Antonioni, and now Tommy Makem, whose music—with the Clancy Brothers and solo—I grew up listening to. Now I'm terrified that Pete Seeger or Gordon Bok will die before the week is out.
That sucks.
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Bah. I'm sorry.
SO what are you up to today?
Crazed familial up-in-the-airness. Yourself?
Oh, not much.
Re: Oh, not much.
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And no, Pete Seeger is *not* allowed to die.
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Not this week . . .
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What does the universe *want* from us this week?
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Seriously!
Well...
P.S.- I don't know if you are on facebook or myspace, but if you are you can find me on them both by searching for me be email address: dadams@unity.edu
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I have to admit I've never been particular wild about the whole ballad group genre, but it's like céili bands and skiffle--it got so many folk started and kept so many eyes in the direction of folkloric music and paved the way for trad to actually get a modicum of public respect...
He'll be much missed, but what he did will live after him.
What the fuck is this week?
*hugs*
I don't know, but I hope we have some respite.
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This is very true. It's not like drawings in the sand. But still.
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Indeed.
Saw Liz and Yvonne Kane tonight--they're sisters, a fiddle duo from Letterfrack, Co. Galway. Drove out for the gig from Boston where they're staying, and, amazingly, drove back the same night. I just looked at their website, in hopes of commending them to your attention, but their gig tommorrow's in Worcester, which I gather is some distance from you, and then they're off to Canada.
Well, next time they're in your vicinity, I recommend them highly.