Last Saturday I logged back on to Facebook for about 24 hours to watch the virtual South Florida Folk Festival. During the running chat, my friend LisaL shared that Allan Aunapu, a long-time South Florida folk community friend/musician had been tragically killed in a bicycle accident the day before. He would have been 80 years old next month... 💔
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Sloop John B (Bahamian folk song, covered by The Beach Boys and The Kingston Trio, among so many others)
Last Saturday I logged back on to Facebook for about 24 hours to watch the virtual South Florida Folk Festival. During the running chat, my friend LisaL shared that Allan Aunapu, a long-time South Florida folk community friend/musician had been tragically killed in a bicycle accident the day before. He would have been 80 years old next month... 💔
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
How Can I Keep from Singing? (Robert Wadsworth Lowry)
As the subject of three new books and an updated biography, Seeger says, "I've had too much publicity," even as he talks by phone to a reporter.
Seattle, WA
BOOK: The Hudson: An Illustrated Guide to the Living River by Stephen P. Stanne, Roger G. Panetta, Brian E. Forist
POEM: Music by Anne Porter
QUOTE(S): "As long as we live, there is never enough singing." ~ Martin Luther
"The total person sings not just the vocal chords." ~ Esther Broner
"It was his nature to blossom into song, as it is a tree's to leaf itself in April." ~ Alexander Smith
"Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song." ~ Edmund Clarence Stedman
"Life is a song. Love is the music." ~ Author Unknown
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Monday, April 27, 2009
My Rainbow Race (Pete Seeger)
BOOK(S): The Protest Singer: An Intimate Portrait of Pete Seeger by Alec Wilkinson
POEM: The Spring by Delmore Schwartz
QUOTE: "There is hope for the world." ~ Pete Seeger
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
Turn! Turn! Turn! (Pete Seeger)
My salvation/salvage/salve (see poem below) is the music... and Dar is a big part of that - blessings on the day she was born, 42 years ago... :-)
In April 1998, when I was a fairly new fan, Dar appeared on the Conan O'Brien show with Pete Seeger, who I didn't know much about at all - who knew that, eleven years later, I'd be helping to coordinate a Pete Seeger 90th Birthday Celebration in South Florida, with local musicians and local nationally-touring performers... including a friend who was Pete's first captain of The Clearwater?!?
This has turned into a very big deal and today, along with three other participants, I appeared on our Folk and Acoustic Show to promote the event (and even asked the DJ to play Dar's cover, with Toshi Reagon, of Pete's Oh, Had I a Golden Thread) - our venue seats about 250, and we are now sweating the proverbial bullets that we will have enough space for everyone!
And... coming full circle, Dar is performing at the Pete Seeger celebration in Madison Square Garden - birthday wishes abound... :-)
The poem below also makes me think of Dar's song Arrival: "that's when you knew this world can't be saved, only discovered" - what an amazing lyric...
SONG: Turn! Turn! Turn! by Pete Seeger
BOOK: Turn! Turn! Turn!: The '60s Folk-Rock Revolution by Richie Unterberger
POEM: Salvation by Lynn Ungar
By what are you saved? And how?
Saved like a bit of string,
tucked away in a drawer?
Saved like a child rushed from
a burning building, already
singed and coughing smoke?
Or are you salvaged
like a car part -- the one good door
when the rest is wrecked?
Do you believe me when I say
you are neither salvaged nor saved,
but salved, anointed by gentle hands
where you are most tender?
Haven't you seen
the way snow curls down
like a fresh sheet, how it
covers everything,
makes everything
beautiful, without exception?
QUOTE: "Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again." ~ Menachem Mendel Schneerson
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Monday, May 28, 2007
Waist Deep in the Big Muddy (Pete Seeger)
From the Writer's Almanac: Today is Memorial Day, first observed on this day in 1868 at Arlington National Cemetery, where members of both the Union and Confederate Armies were buried. It was the idea of Commander in Chief John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic, who said he was creating Memorial Day, "For the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land."
SONG: Waist Deep in the Big Muddy by Pete Seeger
BOOK: The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
POEM: To the Congress of the United States, Entering Its Third Century by Howard Nemerov
because reverence has never been america's thing,
this verse in your honor will not begin "o thou."
but the great respect our country has to give
may you all continue to deserve, and have.
* * *
here at the fulcrum of us all,
the feather of truth against the soul
is weighed, and had better be found to balance
lest our enterprise collapse in silence.
for here the million varying wills
get melted down, get hammered out
until the movie's reduced to stills
that tell us what the law's about.
conflict's endemic in the mind:
your job's to hear it in the wind
and compass it in opposites,
and bring the antagonists by your wits
to being one, and that the law
thenceforth, until you change your minds
against and with the shifting winds
that this and that way blow the straw.
so it's a republic, as Franklin said,
if you can keep it; and we did
thus far, and hope to keep our quarrel
funny and just. though with this moral:—
praise without end for the go-ahead zeal
of whoever it was invented the wheel;
but never a word for the poor soul's sake
that thought ahead, and invented the brake.
QUOTE: "War does not determine who is right but who is left."
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