open menu: feel free to contribute links, music, thoughts, questions, dreams…

from mafr:


84 responses to “open menu: feel free to contribute links, music, thoughts, questions, dreams…

  1. I accepted the Dusty Drapes author invite that you sent me a long time ago, Wendy, then came to Cafe Babylon and clicked on New Post so I could post a Coup video. It worked fine, except . . . it ended up on Dusty Drapes. Do I need a separate invite to be an author here? If you sent me one, I can’t seem to find it.

  2. you’d already been here, so i don’t know what happened, miz mofo. i’ll check, but in the meantime post the video for you. and welcome back, dear firecracker.

    is your avatar image ‘Li’l Debbie’?

  3. miz mofo, i just sent you another invitation to author here. the instructions i mentioned in the email from the admin side *should* get you in just fine.

    mafr came up with this thread’s Open idea in the nick of time. well done, both of you!

  4. It worked. I get the little drop down menu on the New Post screen so I can post where I want to. I think the avatar is Lil’ Devil.

  5. This has also been making me happy today. I can’t figure out to link to an individual video; I would have chosen Days Like This as my current favorite (since there isn’t one called Weeks Like This). Pick a song you like and enjoy.

  6. hfcmofo….. that is fantastic, hilarious and great, thanks!

  7. ah, a van morrison cover. really upbeat, thank you. the kazoo is purdy funny, even half-asleep…. ;~)

  8. since we’ve been watching chris eyre’s ‘Skins’ the past couple days, i’ll contribute this one. can’t say i care for the music so much, but the lyrics are fantastic, and suit the times well. robbie’s reached hard for his roots music, i’ll give him that. this one’s along the ‘be an inconvenient person’ lines.

  9. wow. just wow. does the prosecution have anything concrete? i reckoned they’d just make shit up. from the guardian:

    “Captain Casey Fulton, a senior intelligence analyst in the unit in which Manning worked in Iraq at the time of the WikiLeaks disclosures, told the court that the members of the unit were given no specific warnings about individual sites favoured by the enemy. “It is general knowledge that they go on all sorts of websites,” she said, before mentioning Facebook, Google and Google Maps.

    Significantly, she did not mention WikiLeaks as among those sites.”

    i do wish this software had hyperlink capability.

  10. mafr, I liked yours too, enough to look up the lyrics. WTF does rhyme with Bronco, anyway? :)

  11. Yeah, the music on the Makin’ a Noise just doesn’t quite go with the photos but the lyrics sure do, wendy.

    What little I have had time to ready about Manning this week makes me want to make a big fucking noise.

  12. me, too on the manning kangaroo court. i’ve tried to follow some of those millions of tweets PP pastes in, but oy, they give me brain ache, and i give up fast. someone posted a photo of bradley, though, and it fair’ broke my heart. ‘ wraithlike’ would cover it. it would have brought out the mothering instinct in almost anyone.

    (heh, your fred neil video just came on my realplayer, mafr; smoooooth blues.) now louann barton, so, so excellent. she sang for a time with jimmy ray vaughn.

    i dunno; will people continue to put up with the long, long list of fascist abuses we’re being treated to? or will the tipping point only come when they come for enough of *them*?

    shoot, i got my four loaves patted into their pans, final proofing by oven light bulb. need to go dig the holes for the new ganja clones steve’s supposed to pick up in durango in the mornin’. we’re gonna put walls of water around them so they won’t freeze mid-june (usually the last freeze here). damn, i hope they grow huuuuuge! what a gorgeous plant they are.

  13. I like the music on the robbie robertson tune. beautiful/sad photos.

    nothing that I can think of rhymes with bronco, but those lyrics are funny/sad. he’s a real old school country singer.

  14. did you? yes, sad photos of stolen lives. your sturgill tune wasn’t country to me except for his singin’. a little bit, but you could hear rockabilly in it, with a dash of the blues, which is maybe what rockabilly is…

    bruce cockburn, a fave:

  15. Hiya wendy and fans,

    tending to new sprouts and sprouting new ideas of what to do next. where be i most effective? seeking a venture partner, drilling a well, putting up a studio/greenhouse/home? little steps, avoiding debt, no excuses for them to take what I build, nurture, for other purposes. mother is sending blessed rain today, weeds are fixing nitrogen to their roots in the garden. little gifts when recognized as such wonders that they be.
    peace and resolve

  16. you are always a moist oasis in my desert life, nonquixote; thank you. we used to sow cover crops of red clover in our big garden, which we’ve been forced to abandon since…i can’t manage even a small one well now. i do love the idea that weeds (plants whose virtues have not yet been discovered, lol) bring nutrients to the surface, therefore using them as mulch…is a worthy idea.

    i cannae say whether or not it proved true over the years or not. perhaps it is a leap of faith, i dunno dear nonq. no divas have shown up in our rather lame garden yet, but who could blame them? ;~) perhaps later, in the fullness of garden time.

    i hadn’t been able to get down to the greenhouse lately, but i did today, and spent time untwisting the already-vining morning glories that i’m growing from seed. comical amount of work, but i do love them, and i may have to plant them and cover them with floating row covers somehow…with their little trellis in situ. i never knew why georgia o’keefe hadn’t painted them: they are alive with the sexual nature of plants, small wonders, really. gazing into their centers is perhaps one of the most mysterious quests one can take….

    ah, i’m sorry to go on. i’m feeling so sad tonight, but will look forward to first light as always, to banish the gloom and fight on…another day’s worth. much love to both you and your endeavors. the answers, no doubt, will be evident soon.

  17. early to bed and up before the sun, well rested, hot mugga coffee.

    as I treasure my veggies, and I am sure that the little weeds will again reappear, they are pulled when appearing too close to the food and added to the compost pile, babies that have hardly grown to four inches but have about 8 leafy tendrils already, carry 6-8 kosher canning salt-sized, whitish granules clearly evident, clinging to the hair-like roots.

    sorry to hear of anyone’s sadness. I tend to carry a low-grade rage that gives me direction and helps me decide what small gesture immediately before me, furthers the cause. it doesn’t preclude fullest joy, ever.

    before me now is a packed barrel of fresh aromatic cedar shavings needing to be emptied so that the dust collector will function again to resume work. easy and evident directions to take, sometimes. ;^)

    your last few diaries have been magnificent, fueling and motivating and so instructive to me. thanks for bring them into the sphere, wishing nobody needed to do that anymore (i.e. no more sorrow or deliberate tragedy to be needing to expose or report) peace and joy.

    Every spring, China’s cities are plunged into chaos, all at once, as a tidal wave of humanity attempts to return home by train. It is the Chinese New Year. The wave is made up of millions of migrant factory workers. The homes they seek are in the rural villages where they left behind family to seek work in the booming coastal cities. It is an epic spectacle that tells us much about China, a country discarding traditional ways as it hurtles towards modernity and global economic dominance.
    Last Train Home, a visually striking debut (documentary) film from Chinese Canadian director Lixin Fan, draws us into the fractured lives of a single migrant family caught up in this desperate annual migration. Sixteen years ago, the Zhangs abandoned their young children to find work in the city, consoled by the hope that their wages would lift their children into a better life.

  19. nonquixote: we’d been advised to pull the weeds and mulch with them, and of course you had to make sure that the roots were exposed enough to dry. theory had it that the missing nutrients that caused the weed to flourish would be added to the soil. i guess that theory extended to strengthening plants to make them less susceptible to bugs, but again…i can’t say i could endorse either theory from experience. still, better to try it than not.

    (deleted the long background) when we had a load of topsoil brought in, the man told us it was from the mountains, and he said where, etc.we used it to create new gardens outside the downstairs back door after a major flood and projects to fix it all… but what came with the grand soil was an incredibly pernicious grass and bindweed, or wild morning glory. the grass has taken years to mostly eradicate, troweling up soil, then sifting through it remove all the adventitious roots; strong fuckers, they are.

    the bindweed has just taken constant shocking (pulling and tearing) to slow down. it’s to cry Uncle now, lol. the editor of the local free press said after her first gardening experience that the earth’s core is NOT liquid magma, but an gargantuan ball of…bindweed. i loved the hell outta that.

    low-level rage; i hear that. it can at least keep you strong, and as you say, looking for which acts you might perform to aid and celebrate life. grief and depression seem to limit activity, as in ‘why bother?’ yeah, life kicked my ass yesterday, both real and virtual global stories. guess i’ll take the pain over…nothing. even had to remake four loaves of sourdough (the last four…sucked), and that didn’t even lift my spirits. loads of vaguely remembered dreams last night, so maybe morpheus helped me work things through a little bit.

    the does walkin’ around the place look like they may start droppin’ fawns soon, and i do love watchin’ the wee spotted ones. and i saw the first swallowtail butterfly yesterday; it looked so gay flittin’ past the deep green maple tree i see from here.

    thanks for the smell of the cedar shavings, mmmmm.

  20. my stars, what a migration it is. remember when conditions, either contrived or not, caused so many rice farmers to flee the land for the cities and factory jobs? living in the stacked beds and compartments, or the barren dorms (not all must have suicide nets like foxcomm, wasn’t the apple industry called?). then at some point, i’d read that many headed back to the rice farms, not seeing much improvement in their lives?

    does the chinese state own the farming land, or individuals? i don’t even know that much. and my guess is that much of what we’ve been told about china in the past is pretty full of propaganda, but will only get worse in the msm since obomba’s ‘pivot’. africa is one spot where the US and china wil be increasingly vying for resources, although the strategies are very different. china invests in projects, but some of those projects, like the great dams that kill agriculture downstream, can be killing in their own right.

    the water wars will be equal or greater than the coming food wars, i reckon.

    that opening shot of the train on the high trestle through the high peaks (himalayas?) was stunning.

  21. this piece titled: “Peak soil: industrial civilisation is on the verge of eating itself (New research on land, oil, bees and climate change points to imminent global food crisis without urgent action)” is sobering as hell, including some of the inner links.

    essentially, it’s saying that industrial agriculture is killing the soil *and* is responsible for 24% of greenhouse gas emissions. the page on ‘it takes a hundred years to rebuild soil’ may or may not be accurate, but again, alarming.

    just as one tiny example, think about how crazy it was that agribusiness tore out all the windbreaks planted in the great plains after the dust bowl.

    oh, and nonquixote, i’d forgotten to say thank you for liking my recent posts. it was very heartening that so many folks read the zapatista tome.

  22. I was looking for a place this morning to post this at fdl, didn’t find one though I thought the OE ‘free for all’ sounded promising – turned out too twiddly. But here it works and will be noticed – this is from an article at counterpunch. org, “Evil Takes the High Road” by William E. Alberts:

    “President Obama wrapped our government’s policy of global domination in the American flag, and hid it in “small-town cemeteries” and “national monuments” and “freedom” and “God.” History will reveal to our children and grandchildren what countless millions of people inhabiting the “distant outposts” around the world already know: that America harbors some of the most “brutal despots” and “ruthless demagogues,” and chief among them are George Bush and Dick Cheney and, now, Barack Obama.”

    Now, we do know this, but the article is looking at Obama’s drone speech and says some things really well by putting ideas of faith side by side with the brutal murders actually occurring. Worth a read, I think.

  23. On local radio last night we had a beautiful hour long program, the first one in a monthly series, I think called “At the Water’s Edge” or just “Waters Edge” maybe. It was done from Santa Fe Community College, the folks doing Thursday night ‘Living on the Edge’ halfhour programs. David Bacon, one of the hosts, mentioned he will have a website up eventually.

    The program took three individuals from three cultures to talk about water – and a good sign for it, we out here got our first good rain in ages. I welcomed every drop. The one name I remember was Rina Swentzell from Santa Clara Pueblo who started the hour speaking of the spiritual regard, respect, puebloans have for water. Then came the Spanish speaker, who told of the acequias and how carefully those were managed in the past, dividing equally what there was for all. And finally, the Anglo perspective, which I supposed would be less inspirational than the previous two, but the gentleman’s eloquence matched what had come before, just speaking of the importance of watersheds and the need to go back to an observance of the beautiful map that Powell made for the area – his belief that natural watersheds should be carefully maintained as they form and flow.

    Excellent first program.

  24. thank you, juliania; i look forward to reading it. he is one moral firecracker of a minister. i’ve read a couple other of his pieces. there have been so many at counterpunch to read this week; they are on fire. jeffrey st.clair republished his last conversation with alexander cockburn; it contributed to my great sense of sadness yesterday.

    there’s a piece at dissident voice about susan rice and samantha power being the next mouthpieces for the proponents of ‘soft power’ wherein all is out of sight, and targeted….and utterly amoral. once you know her alliances with african purveyors of genocide in several nations, it’s hard to even look at her.

  25. the good reverend’s piece was almost too fine. however did he rate the passages in which obomba was the most evilly sociopathic and Empire flag-waving? what a kick in the gut it was, even though i’d written so much of what he wrote, and read all the studies, like ‘living under drones’ and the almost concurrent ‘naming the dead’ project.

    i loved it that he quoted pollack; i try never to miss any of his, and keep some in an auxilliary wordpress blog so i can find things more handily.

    it may just be my projection since so much of this has saddened me lately, in the same vein that arrow often says: ‘it doesn’t have to be this way’, but i sensed so much sadness in his piece. maybe from the outset, as he reminded readers how many of us look heavenward for answers, and contrasts that with what muslims now see in the sky above (i would add ‘hear’, as in the sounds arriving, never know when or where to run to escape them. and the fear of honoring the dead by burying them; my stars, the pain. and again i’m flooded with the photos of the dead children, lying side by side…or the afghanis who’d decided to seek out every drone-kill site they could…and said that often all that was left to indicate that children had been murdered were…rubber zoris.

    in order to help my own spirits, i’d been listening to tim de christpher on moyers again before i read your link, in aid of recreating a half-finished post i’ve mislaid in my documents files. his comments about higher consciousness and his peaceful uprising group, melded with the ‘playing for change’ ‘higher ground song (i think stevie woder wrote it back in the day) seemed like a bit of a tonic.

    ‘one finger raised can meld with others to make a we-refuse-to-accept-any-more-of-this fist’, or something close. brilliant young man, and brave as hell.

    i see you have another comment; i’ll go listen a bit more for now, okay?

  26. Yes, I called Samantha ‘Auntie Sam’ on one comment at fdl. It is so curious how these “ladies” echo Bush nasties and their ways in their names – sort of suspect Obama gets a kick out of that. Pow. Pow. Pow. Take that, you peacelovers.

  27. Sorry to bring you down, wendy – I was sent in the opposite direction just realizing there are voices out there saying what you have indeed already said, taking up the torch as it were. Indeed the horror of it all is numbing and we can’t take too much of that. I wish the radio program I referenced next post was available online; it was so refreshing – much like the de Christopher interview, which a friend has also recommended. I will go there as well. Thanks for reading the piece.

  28. no, no, no, juliania. i chose to read it, even given the bits you’d clipped, and having read other of his indictments of the morally hideous wars for empire. and by my lights, if we don’t feel the pain of tragedies that they wreak all over the world, our outrage is only cerebral, at best. meaning, i guess, that i choose to feel it, but i have tried to learn that feeling it to the exclusion of other more hopeful signs, can become rather self-indulgent (for myself, at least).

    i finally found the transcript of that moyers interview, which will help a lot.

    revolution by way of love and spirit; how can we not love that, eh? rain, please come. i am so glad you are being treated to some, though it’s hard not to be a wee bit envious. i just fed 2 loaves of bummer sourdough bread to the birds, and the corvids are sqawkin’ to beat the band, lol. i’ll give em the other two tomorrow, the piggies. ;~)

  29. Obama haunted by deaths? grotesque proposition. I saw the picture of him and his cohorts gazing in fascination, as his hit men busted into bin laden’s home, and machine gunned him to bits. he didn’t look to haunted there, as his hit was executed. They easily could have arrested him. you can speculate why they didn’t.

    meanwhile I think Obama is afraid. He wants to go on world tours after he leaves office triumphantly, and might not be able to. cause he appears to be a war criminal.

    “A decision from Pakistan’s highest court in Peshawar has ruled that US drone strikes on tribal lands have taken place illegally and in violation of human rights.

    The court found that the strikes constitute war crimes, and occur without the consent of the Pakistani government, leaving a secret deal forged by the CIA and Pakistani military as the only possible hint of cooperation between the two nations.

    The decision supports the results of a recent investigation led by Ben Emmerson, the UN’s special rapporteur on human rights, who found that US drone strikes were being carried out in violation of Pakistan’s national sovereignty. ”

    Obama draping himself in the lord must drive truly devout people, that know what Jesus said, crazy;

    Whatever God it is that Obama thinks he believes in, that god bears no resemblance whatsoever to Jesus Chris. I mean in no way.

    Can anyone seriously imagine Jesus pronouncing a drone strike to be fair just, and necessary? What stupidity.

    He’s covering his legal ass. He’s grabbed a tiger’s tail with his wars, invasions, and his Tuesday morning kill list. The drone strikes are a war crime, the whole world knows about them, and he’s number one guy in charge.

    Pissed off now.


  30. calm down somewhat with this tune written by an Irish lady singer songwriter, and performed by nickel creek

  31. I wish you out of the woods
    And into a picture with me.
    I wish you over the moon,
    Come out of the question and be.

    If this is going to
    Run round in my head
    I might as well be dreaming,
    Run round in my head.

    I rollercoaster for you.
    Time out of mind
    Must be heavenly.
    It’s all enchanted and wild,
    It’s just like my heart said
    It was going to be.

    I sure know what this is like…..

  32. I should add, that I don’t think that Obama is all that smart. How did he get suckered into signing off on these drone strikes? To actually being the person who gives the go ahead?

    what an idiot.

    And how did he allow this information to get out there?

    dumb dumb dumb.

  33. briefly, for now. he does in as political expediency, which equals moral turpitude in so many cases. sadly, i believe he sleeps well at night, absent any vestiges of moral or ethical compass. so often i think of him kissing his daughters at night, and wonder if they will ever know him…for what he truly is. come to think of it, that may have been my first diary at my.fdl: that insane disconnect.

    remember, too, that as repeating acts of political expediency, he attended jeremish ‘our-chickens-will-come-home-to-roost’ wright’s church services to court the chicago black vote, then threw him under the bus as soon as that came to light.

    not sure which information you mean ‘got out’, but i think he really lives in a bubble most americans subscribe to; drone assassinations as no-cost, no-fuss, and clean ways to kill ‘our enemies’ are quite popular.

    he was allied with brennan since his election, and was eager to embrace the new definitions of ‘we don’t torture’. fucker. liar.

    that he is a total slave to the MICC/newsotainment complex is clear, not to mention Wall Street.

    But the music was wonderful, a band of angels; thank you.

  34. “not sure which information you mean ‘got out’, but i think he really lives in a bubble most americans subscribe to; drone assassinations as no-cost, no-fuss, and clean ways to kill ‘our enemies’ are quite popular.”

    There are legal systems in other countries, where some citizens may think it’s a good idea to arrest and charge Obama. They have actually done that in some cases, and recently fourteen or so CIA agents were convicted for kidnapping in Italy. I think they were sentenced to jail.

    I don’t imagine those fourteen are straying outside the USA these days.

    Americans tend to be self absorbed; they don’t seem to understand things like this, that there are things that matter other than what the USA does or doesn’t do.

    I mentioned this idea, that Obama may have regrets about this being so public about his hands on approach, his kill list, at firedoglake a while ago, and got the same response as yours.

  35. i knew about the cia kidnappers getting convicted in italy, and that bush, cheney, rumsfeld and cohorts had been convicted of war crimes in kuala lampur, but it seems fairly pro forma to me, not that the idea couldn’t catch on.

    i don’t know how extraditions work, but it’s hard to think that if any of them were in france, say, the governments would concede to extraditions to those convicting nations.

    but obomba just didn’t ‘let the info out’; he was quite public about it all to both the NYT and the washington post. proud of it all. it was the Times, iirc, that coined the term ‘terror tuesday’, and spoke of what tough moral choices he was faced with. same with ‘the disposition matrix’: he and his buddies are proud of it, and they reckon on never being brought before the hague. but then: i don’t know what power they’d have there, either.

    glen ford is always pissed that the ICC never indicts any leaders than African ones, and i do get his point.

  36. more to put in the ‘osama bin laden won’ category:

    i gotta go plant my pot plants…do something real…

  37. mafr1

    I wish you outta my woods was teh thought when a MN and a IL car license plates were in the pines where I have owner permission to forage for morels. 15 lbs of the luscious fungi in just one of the forays into mosquito territory. Have to laugh because they apparently didn’t recognize teh couple of spots with severe infestations of poison ivy. They were parked in the middle of the worst of it. Karma, dharma. Life goes on.

    Thank you for the lovely tunes.

  38. Mail Many Morels to:

    the reverend wendydavis
    box 666
    bumfuck, co 66666

  39. ms wendy, (@ 3:25 PM)
    oh the joys of the garden!! i was sort of addicted, yet had a superbly green thumb with the stuff. i hated to pull the males, but some things were necessary for the greater good. :~} I doubt if there is even one viable seed in this county.

  40. these were clones, mr. wd bought; had to go all da way to durango. seeds? don’t these fancy varieties have no seeds? beats me; i mixed lovely rich soil to bed them in well, watered them, put empty walls of water around them, and kissed them good night, and told them to blue dream well.

    you and your lovely plants sleep well. and your wood work is luscious, a joy. after you’d mentioned not wanting the totes to turn grey, i’d thought to try to take a picture of the barnwood bathroom i made. you would smile. it’s an homage to the sea, with barnwood…everything. god is even on the wall, creating adam. one day i will try; photos are hard in a 12-sided house…

    send your green thumb vibes to my darlin’s if ya won’t send the morels. oh, and hold the mosquitoes, okay?

  41. Sobering news from my native land – the linkage between GM and TPP well spelled out (I think I’ll give this to CTuttle next time I read him as well.)

  42. It’s an excellent piece miz brower wrote, juliania. and yeppers, she laid everything that we know so far, at least that was leaked in 2011. we need new leaks on the 2013 language! it really will spell disaster for the global 99%, the food and water supplies, and the the earth itself.

    will the rogue wheat strain discovery help create an outcry in the US? we are so far behind the global curve in rejecting gen-modified products. i do have a list of nations that have taken preemptive actions, but several come with caveats of ‘temporarily suspended’, etc.

    she also spells out the language that allows multinationals to sue sovereign (formerly sovereign, that is) nations for damages they can ‘prove’ they incurred through corporate malfeasance. stunning hubris! so glad she’s keeping it alive in Kiwi country; thank you.

  43. oh, and the wonderful lori wallach is at the book salon today; i’ll read it later if i can; maybe you’re there?

  44. went for a walk in the part wilderness park this am, coyote ran out from the bush just ahead, carrying a big part of a faun, ran across my path into the bush on the other side.

    My small dogs are leased. coyotes here have mated with timberwolves, and we now have a much larger coyote/wolf cross. This is happening in the maritimes as well.

    They are pretty big. maybe sixty pounds.

  45. bought Sturgill Simpson’s album, I can listen to that guy all day, for days on end.

  46. seeing the food chain up close can be pretty upsetting, not to mention the wildlife imbalances created by human intervention, at least in our state. i no longer defend the division of wildlife.

    do you see wolves, too, mafr, and how long have coyotes and wolves been crossing? sixty pounds IS big. the ones here seem to be mainly legs, and might weigh 40 or 45 lbs., I’d guess. here the theme is that feral dogs have crossed with coyotes, and it may be so. they hunt in packs, too.

    hope you might bring another one of sturgill’s over then. we might love it, even if you do recommend it, lol.

    no does here have dropped fawns, though: a few here today look like they’re ready to pop. gads, one died here near the house last year; it must have been sickly; the mom finally abandoned it.

  47. I have seen these big coyotes for years, and I thought they might be wolf crosses; They walk around in our yard once in a while, but they are very timid about people, I hear them all around at night during the winter. It’s frightening, echoing all around, close.

    brought down an adult deer in the back a year or so ago. blood everywhere, fur, skin, for a fair distance, in the snow, and the carcass. which got eaten very quickly.

    I do not like that one animal has to survive by eating another one.

    I don’t begrudge the coyotes, /Hawks, and the like, I just wish things had gone a different way.

  48. They say that looks can be deceiving
    and there’s been rumors going round
    One look at me’s the same thing as believing
    everything you’ve heard without hearing a sound
    So if my eyes remind you of water in a well
    It’s because your heart is the stone
    I know sometimes it can seem like my mind
    belongs to a child that’s grown
    But somewhere between you and me I’ve lost my way
    and I’ve been trying to get home
    Trying like hell but it’s too soon to tell
    If our love has all dried up like water in a well

    Lord knows I’ve tried to move on
    and get you out of my mind
    You find your way in to all of my songs
    Every memory I manage to find
    Someday if I’m standing on some big old stage
    And you’re down in the crowd
    Trying to tell your friends I used to know him when
    But in your heart you’ll know it ain’t true somehow
    Trying like hell but it’s too soon to tell
    If our love has all dried up like water in a well

    I know you see what it’s doing to me
    I’m up here playing my part in this nobody town

  49. several thoughts, mafr. do the critters yip or howl? for me, it might make a difference in the fear and/or thrill factor. yes, it’s painful that so many critters evolved this way. i understand vegans and vegetarians, but began using meat as a condiment after i read the ‘eat for your blood type’ books after my knees…crashed so magnificently. therefore, well, i guess i’ve become a bit an apologist for the food chain. and yes, i know all the counter-arguments… tough subject fraught with barely related science.

    the song: oh, dear. so much pain and pathos; so legitmate, authentic. in a similar direction, he reminds me of the simple but soulful songs of lucinda williams. her guitarist, gurf morlix (i think), plays in the old style i love so well. no adornment, just…the simplest truth, if that’s not to heady a word. this song speaks to me…

    enunciating our pain seems to be an important part of…being who we are.

  50. “the song: oh, dear. so much pain and pathos; so legitmate, authentic. ”

    yeah, that’s him.

    I found out about him at, the proprietor of the site, has been trying to interview Sturgill for a while, and sturgill wasn’t interested, said “let the songs speak for themselves”

    For me, he’s the finest songwriter I’ve heard in a long while.

    He comes from a coal miner’s family Kentucky.

    the coyotes yip, bark, shriek in a horrifying high shrill, talk back and forth, echoing all around, you have no idea where they are, sometimes seems like there just fifty feet away, and probably are; they don’t really howl.

    will listen to lucinda williams, the local roots players in wpg admire gurf morflix, he plays up here, sometimes, (we have one of the largest folk music festivals in North America, saw Bruce Cockburn at it one year) and produces albums for some of them. I am not familiar with him, except for that.

    Thanks a lot, glad you get Sturgiss Simpson.

  51. i’d likely give a different list of best songwriters every other day; there are so many good uns.

    i believe that coyotes are ventriloquists (seriously) and can not only throw their voices hither and yon, but make themselves sound like multiple critters. did you know that their gestational times can change due to population numbers? at least, so i’ve read. no wonder so many indigenous call coyote ‘the trickster’, eh?

    i guess i just wondered if the crossed-breeds might not howl like wolves.

    yes, i think i get mr. simpson. interesting and nice that gurf is liked up north. ;~)

  52. Phillipine declaration of Independence (not recognized by USA or Spain)


    “Independence was proclaimed on June 12, 1898 between four and five in the afternoon in Cavite at the ancestral home of General Emilio Aguinaldo some 30 kilometers South of Manila. The event saw the unfurling of the National Flag of the Philippines, made in Hong Kong by Marcela Agoncillo, Lorenza Agoncillo, and Delfina Herboza, and the performance of the Marcha Filipina Magdalo, as the national anthem, now known as Lupang Hinirang, which was composed by Julián Felipe and played by the San Francisco de Malabon marching band.
    The Act of the Declaration of Independence was prepared, written, and read by Ambrosio Rianzares Bautista in Spanish. The Declaration was signed by ninety-eight people, among them an American army officer who witnessed the proclamation. “

  53. One of the heroes of the Philippines that I was unaware of.

    José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda[6][7] (June 19, 1861 – December 30, 1896), was a Filipino nationalist and reformist. He is considered one of the national heroes of the Philippines, together with Andrés Bonifacio.[8] Studying in Europe, he was the most prominent advocate for reform in the Philippines during the Spanish colonial era. He was wrongly implicated as the leader of the Katipunan Revolution, and that led to his execution on December 30, 1896, now celebrated as Rizal Day, a national holiday in the country.

  54. uh-oh; ‘not recognized by USA or Spain’? hoo, boy, do i not know anything about that part of the world. i tend to breeze on by headlines given my level of ignorance. jakarta; same thing.

    hate to sound like an idiot (again), but the name ‘Aguinaldo’ is music to mine ears. and tongue; hard not to repeat silently, ya know?

    ‘wrongly executed’ is too sad. but i’ll send them some heart energy on their independence anniversary; thank you, mafr. you doin’ okay?

  55. I don’t know anything about that part of the world, and not much about any other part of the world.

    We make such a big frickin deal about our own dates in history, and don’t care about anyone else’s. too bad for us.

    I know a little bit about history, but probably 1/100 of one percent of not much.

    jeeze …. been listening to too many country songs.

    and I’ve read probably fifty history books, including a history of the world a series of about ten books, by that American wife and husband team. forget their names. very entertaining.

    Humans have been busy last few thousand years.

  56. one of the things i’ve really enjoyed over the course of my blogging life is being e-friends with folks i’ve blogged with at different sites, many who live out of the usa. well, i can only think of five just now, but still. they offer such fresh perspectives socio-politically, culturally, and often have steered me into realms of architecture, literature, history, all stuff that was new do me, and very exciting. some were purported to have been interested in helping my writing (kinda geared toward publication), but the other stuff was a whale of a lot more fun.

    i just always feel like a provincial dolt, and i haven’t even read near what you have about history; never even read howard zinn’s book, i’m ashamed to say. never will now; maybe they’ll make a film? ;~)

    your last sentence is a peach, mafr.

  57. I’ve read Howard’s book. overrated. as a somewhat serious history book anyway.

    To me it seemed like was written in a hurry, more like a series of casual blog posts. He grabbed some episodes in American history that have not been honestly portrayed, and showed another side.

    I think It was just giving a quick demonstration of how history is distorted.

    I think he was trying to make a point, not write a history book.

    I just read a bit of history cause when well written, not pedantic, or dry, I found it interesting.

  58. i am rather glad to hear that i didn’t miss all i’d thought i’d missed, then. i confess that i have been slow to learn the truth of many foreign misadventures; some of the folks at my.fdl who spoke about the horrors our military committed in korea were startling to me.

    when i went through my mind about history i’ve read, i discovered that my penchant was for novelized history. when it was alive with people, i could picture it far better. even biographies are far less dry.

    well, i’d better quit musing on all those books and get on with my chores. the thread over yonder is finally winding down. i do wish i could have learned some of what a couple folks tried to teach, but tech is a language i never learned.

    .but thank you; it was a nice break. isabelle allende, for one, took a long pause in remembering…kingsolver, so many others.

  59. Southern rock, didn’t die, I just forgot about it, it’s going strong…. as this shows… this is a great band. been on the road for ten years they say.

  60. I just bought their album “The Whippoorwill.”


    The America South….

    Listening to this music, and these songs, I realize I know close nothing about it.

    Just the surface stuff.

    Maybe that’s where the solution to all this other stuff needs to come from.

  61. i confess i a was a bit anxious when you said the song/band were in the southern rock genre. the groups i knew would qualify i never cared for much, save maybe the band, leon russell, canned heat, a very few others. but this is pretty nice, mafr. oh, another southern band i love is this one. imo, it’s one of the best pieces of music i’ve ever heard.

    is this cool that we can embed videos in comments here, or what?

  62. The whipporwill… This band knows how to write a sad song….

    looked this up…

    “Due to its haunting, ethereal song, the Eastern Whip-poor-will is the topic of numerous legends. One New England legend says the whip-poor-will can sense a soul departing, and can capture it as it flees.

    there is a native American and general American folk belief that the singing of the birds is a death omen.”

    Nice tune by trucks…. I think his father was part of Allman brothers band.

    A Lot of good music has come from the South of the USA. why is it such an birthplace for so much music?

  63. didn’t know derek’s pa was an allman brother.

    the south as a birthplace of music:

    two reasons might be early slave music (really both the blues and gospel), and of course the blues morphed into rock, other genres early on. black music was the precursor to jazz, too, no? especially certain forms.

    farther north, bluegrass and related music was due to irish and scottish immigrants bringing their songs. i saw a cool program about a woman who chase down some of the old appalaichan songs and found them again in northern great britain, but again, poverty and pain were the base notes, then religious notes tried to rise above the earthly plane.

    my guess at a glance, anyhoo.

    whippoorwills: i tried to find the percy sledge cover, dinne care for hank’s (sorry, hank), so ya get b.j.

    also, a favor? could you look at comments on your own posts and see if there is an Edit function on your comments or even All comments? i just discovered that i can edit mine, which means i can also create hyperlinks. i hope at least authors can do that as well (on their own posts).

  64. thanks y’all.

  65. welcome, hunny. ;~)

    did y’all see my question up yonder?

  66. wordpress

    Can I edit comments I left on someone else’s blog?

    No. It is not possible to edit or delete any comments you have left on other blogs. Blog owners are in full control of the comments on their blogs, so you can try contacting the blog owner and ask them to edit or delete a comment for you


  67. but even on the posts you’ve authored there is no edit function? on fdl’s wordpress, i can edit comments of my own, or others… they don’t seem to want that fact known, but it is so.

    oh, and it should have been: ‘welcome, sugah…’ ;~)

  68. sorry, that’s a quote from wordpress, starting at “can I” up to “dumb” which was me.

  69. Dylan nothing was delivered

    Nothing was delivered
    And I tell this truth to you
    Not out of spite or anger
    But, simply because it’s true
    Now you must provide some answers
    For what you sell has not been received
    And the sooner you come up with them
    The sooner you can leave

    Nothing is better, nothing is best
    Take care of your health and get plenty of rest

    Nothing was delivered and it’s up to you to say
    Just what you had in mind
    When you made everybody pay
    Now I hope you won’t object to this
    Giving back all that you owe
    And the sooner you come up with it
    That’s the sooner you can go.

    Nothing is better, nothing is best
    Take care of your health and get plenty of rest

    Nothing was delivered
    But I can’t say I sympathise
    With what your fate is going to be
    Yes, for telling all those lies
    No, nothing was delivered
    Yes, and someone must explain
    And as long as it takes to do this
    Then that’s how long that you’ll remain

    Nothing is better, nothing is best
    Take care of your health and get plenty of rest

  70. This Dylan tune, like some others of his, can mean what you want it to mean….

    although it seems to be written for today, maybe things aren’t really much different than in the late sixties.

  71. i can’t even begin to tell you how apropos this is, mafr, to not only obomba, but even to the promise of a just and workable democratic republic. whooosh; how did you remember it? i wish i had. and we are the ones who need to take care of our health, and get plenty of rest…for what will arguably become even worse fates for the US and global 95%.

    thank you. thank you.

  72. I had this album when it came out, and I have it now, on a cd.

    and I saw it quite high up on the top one hundred country music albums of all time at the other day,

    had a listen to some tunes, including this one.

    I was a very very big fan of the Byrds.

  73. me, too. i reckon this may be my favorite, and it’s another dylan cover. talk about not knowing what it means! at least i don’t, so it’s odd that it moves me so. any hints will be appreciated. not a few times in my life i must have played this one over and over…and over again. best sound i could find.

    che pasa gave a link to the decmbrists over yonder; i hadn’t heard of them. interesting.

  74. I don’t think it’s possible for people to sing in harmony sweeter than that.

    completely unique, and unmistakeable.

    Yeah, some of their tunes, just make you want to cry.

    Bunch of folkies, they were. Inspired byJohn Paul George and Ringo to pick up electric guitars.

    McGuinn’s still going, I guess Crosby and Hillman as well. Pretty sure Gene Clark died years ago.

    The singer in This group “Big Star” Alex chilton is said to have met McGuinn, and decided he wanted to be like that. can you hear it? I can

    I love this tune

  75. i hate to say it, but those vocals were nails on a chalkboard to me, mafr. plus the tagging a song too often is so boring to me (sorry for my inner bitch, but…it is so). i used to be accused of having perfect pitch when i played/sang in pickup groups. and it’s not that so much, but my ear …heard…and could (when i was in voice) reproduce notes and keys from memory when it was needed. even when we did organized christmas caroling: who needed a pitchpipe, though i always brought one.

    believe it or not, i love this bangles tune (paul simon cover). the harmonies are strictly out of the ordinary, but tight and good. no one wanders to find the notes, they just know what sound they’re looking for, imo.

    or the mamas and papas: luscious, tight harmony, as if they were born to sing together. harmony, unison, harmony…as with the bangles tunes, they arranged it all well. some of the roy orbison sessions were similar, even though roy was Top Dog, and miked loudly. but remember the vocals, not to mention the incredible instrumentalists? to die for… sweet dreams, for instance. yum.

  76. no problem music is entirely personal

  77. oh, dear; i fear i did offend you. but to make amends, these two:

  78. no, seriously, not in the least…

    music is completely personal, that’s why I think. It doesn’t bother me in the least if someone doesn’t like some music that I like.

    Out of tuneness doesn’t necessarily bother me, it depends on what else is going on…Sometimes it can add something for some reason.

    And There are books that say which notes you must use, when, and which notes are “the devil’s interval”, what sounds nice, and what doesn’t.

    but I didn’t read any of them… lol.

    I like Lyle Lovett, a lot, not too many songwriters these days bother with humour. He met a young lady from here years ago, and took her with him back to Texas for a while. A crash test dummy.

    you probably like Mose Allison too. You should listen to “hello there universe” by Mose , if you don’t know it. it’s been youtubed.

    I read Andre Previn’s autobiography, a movie composer and pianist. He was in a screening and some movie bigwig (forget the name) studio head was watching, there was a moment in the movie, where there was a jarring minor chord.

    the big shot stopped everything, and said to his assistant, “what was that” the assistant said, “that was a minor chord”

    next day in the music department on the bulletin board there was a notice signed by the studio head “from this date there shall be no minor chords in any of the soundtracks ”

    Previn said he went back fifteen years later, and it was still up on the bulletin board.

    It was a good book, some Vegas mobster stories etc…

    I’ll have a listen to Lyle, thanks.

  79. i live for minor chords! never met one i didn’t love!

    thank you, mafr. stay well and resolved. and yourself, of course, no matter which bitches…bitch. ;~)

  80. we started watching ‘barking water’ last night. choctaw singer samantha crain seems to have performed the opening for the film, but i can’t find this song on youtube. think you may like it. the movie promise to be splendid: at core, a sorrowful but sublimely powerful love story.

  81. came across that short movie about a supermarathon in the sierra madre mountains in Mexico.

  82. Thank you, mafr! I did enjoy that, love the Tarahumara – I have some wooden utensils in my kitchen that come from them. There’s a wonderful book about their running and ‘Caballo Blanco’ is in it as well – I think it’s called ‘Born to Run.’ The author has a very interesting chapter describing the way in which hunters from early times could outrun game because an upright body is superior in staying power to one on all fours, even the speediest.

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