Doing the Dandelion Dance ~ One Incredible Edible Plant

Do you do the dandelion dance?

I do. I drink them. I eat them. I enjoy their bright cheery yellow “Hello!s.”

Dandelions were made for wining and dining everyone.

There’s an excellent free food source growing at will almost everywhere despite all the billions of dollars spent by lawn growers determined to eradicate it-drumroll please– the Incredible Edible Dandelion. It’s a plant often found in yards and lawns and just about everywhere you look. People tend to tear them out of their lawns without any regard for the food they’re wasting by doing so.  How much do leafy greens cost in your market?  Then again, if compulsive lawn growers have been dousing their precious grass with chemicals they’ve made the plants toxic–and probably other living things as well. I wonder what bare feet pick on such bright green beds? But, if you’ve got access to a chemical free dandelion zone then you’re in luck–go forth and forage at will–once you’re sure exactly what plant you’re looking for, of course.  🙂

A few thoughts about lawns:

Personally,  I’ve never understood the entire lawn notion of fertilizing some grass to make it grow so that you can cut it down again and again and again. Heard the joke about the definition of insanity? Does not the whole concept of lawn care rely on a form of an insane game? This strange game involves expensive lawnmowers, fertilisers, herbicides, gasoline or electricity for any non-reel blade mower, plus a lot water for quenching the thirst of growing grass. And it’s made billions and billions for the manufacturers of all those noise toys and chemicals. Tell me why anyone would grow something which servers no purpose simply in order to cut it again and again and again? All the mowing creates a lot of noise I personally can do without. It’s a chore for whoever the job falls to in any household. I suppose it provides allowance money for children and wages for people who are willing to mow the grass of others who can’t or don’t want to mow their lawns and have the means to pay others to do it for them.  Is lawn mowing a form of exercise? Hmm. If you’re using a reel mower which requires human push power, it sure can be. But is that a reason to grow a patch of grass?

Yes, a nice, neat, lush green lawn is very inviting for soccer and other game playing. They’re okay for picnics if there is more than grass and more grass to ‘enjoy’.  I guess. Personally I’d prefer a picnic with a meadow view full of wildflowers, plants, bees, birds and insects all doing their things. Anyone who’s ever observed one knows there’s a lot more going on in a meadow then on a bed of grass pumped full of herbicides and pesticides and fertilizers. There’s those plants doing all their planty things in the grand natural scheme of things.

Dandelions are vital in the grand scheme of things despite what the lawn care INDUSTRY claims.  Many Americans have been ‘educated’ to destroy this plant every time one perks up their basic green carpet with some bright yellow. Every time a dandelion plant is destroyed so is a prime human food source. Why would anyone want to kill off an edible plant full of vitamins A, K, C & E? (Oh, well, we are talking about the same mentality that killed off the buffalo which is a far better meat source than cattle of any kind. But I digress and that’s another story about industry and monetary profits instead of good healthy food and land use common sense.) And that’s just the tip of this saw-edged leafy green with the bright yellow flowers you can munch on. Oh don’t forget the roots, their edible too–and they make one of my favorite teas. As I have access to a chemical free green area I pick dandelion greens fresh for meals and snap the flowers off for tea at will. I have yet to make dandelion wine. If any of you have, please feel free to share your recipe.

You don’t have to take my word for it. A few other people consume dandelions. Just a few. You’re welcome to join us.

From Wikipedia:

Dandelions are found on all continents and have been gathered for food since prehistory, but the varieties cultivated for consumption are mainly native to Eurasia. A perennial plant, its leaves will grow back if the taproot is left intact. To make leaves more palatable, they are often blanched to remove bitterness.[17] Dandelion leaves and buds have been a part of traditional Sephardic, Chinese, and Korean cuisine. In Crete, Greece, the leaves of a variety called Mari (Μαρί), Mariaki (Μαριάκι) or Koproradiko (Κοπροράδικο) are eaten by locals, either raw or boiled, in salads. Taraxacum megalorhizon, a species endemic to Crete, is eaten in the same way; it is found only at high altitudes (1000 to 1600 m.) and in fallow sites, and is called pentaramia (πενταράμια) or agrioradiko (αγριοράδικο).[29]

The flower petals, along with other ingredients, usually including citrus, are used to make dandelion wine. The ground, roasted roots can be used as a caffeine-free dandelion coffee.[30] Dandelion was also traditionally used to make the traditional British soft drink dandelion and burdock, and is one of the ingredients of root beer. Also, dandelions were once delicacies eaten by the Victorian gentry, mostly in salads and sandwiches.

Dandelion leaves contain abundant vitamins and minerals, especially vitamins A, C and K, and are good sources of calcium, potassium, iron and manganese.[31]

Medicinal uses

Historically, dandelion was prized for a variety of medicinal properties, and it contains a wide number of pharmacologically active compounds.[32] Dandelion is used as a herbal remedy in Europe, North America and China.[32] It has been used in herbal medicine to treat infections, bile and liver problems,[32] and as a diuretic.[32]

 

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Surf over to Labellestudio where there’s a post about another great plant called stinging nettles. Check it out.

Labellestudio :>  http://labellestudio.wordpress.com/2014/04/22/precious-weeds-stinging-nettles/

What’s your favorite edible ‘weed’?

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The Perfect Lawn: How Obsession Fueled a $40 Billion Industry :>

http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=newsarchive&sid=atWbvxYV3vVk

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Breakfast Special, #46, “Pinballing”

Pinballing

Upon reaching the main hallway Sarge kept on moving until they’d moved past the kitchen and stood at the cold back end of the house on the inner side of the rear porch. Seeing his stressed expression, noting the strength of his continued grip on her and how he put his back up against the wall and took on a defensive stance, Lily  glanced back down the hall they’d come through. Seeing none of the b-brigade had followed, she turned back to find Sarge pulling on the string around his neck to which one of her sachets was attached. She helped by releasing the string when it caught on a shirt button. Trying to regain her composure, she said nothing.  Sarge inhaled deeply  the scent of the small bag then managed a smile for her. “Have you done that pinball action before, Lily? Was that beginner’s luck or are you a ringer? Come on, fess up, Missy.”

“That’s what that move is called, pinball? Ah ha.” Lily clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Purely beginner’s luck, Funny Man.” She laughed softly. “We’re going to have to practice that in reverse.”

“Reverse? As in you putting me into motion?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

Sarge cocked his head to the left and looked her over. “Sure, why not. With the right leverage and some serious spin you could get my weight flying. Maybe.”

“What? You think I can’t throw your hide?”

“Throw me, sure, no problem. Pinballing me through a crowd, that’s another story. But it’s a possibility under the right conditions.”

“Under the right conditions, huh.” Lily smirked then glanced again down the hallway.

“Are you okay after those body slams?”

“Yeah, I’m good. My shoulders did most of the work. But you look really hot.” Without thinking how he might react, she reached out and put her hands lightly against his fully flushed cheeks. “Are you sick?”

“No. Just way too many people in one place.”  He searched her expression for some sign of being angry with him. Finding none, he sighed with relief. Unsure of how to begin processing what had just happened with the women in the crowded main room, he waited  for some clue from Lily on the subject. “Is everyone in the Flats trying to pack themselves into that one room tonight or what?”

Lily refrained from bringing up what had happened with her and the b-brigade and the young man and his friends. “There are a lot more people than usual showing up tonight that’s for sure. The kitchen is full of food waiting for space on the tables. There’s hardly any room to move around in there either. I don’t understand why people aren’t spreading out into the other open rooms.”

“Maybe there’s an effort underway to set a record for most people in a certain amount of square footage?”

Unaware they were being watched by several very interested parties from the kitchen, Lily felt his forehead for sign of a fever as Sarge closed his eyes and leaned his head into her palm. “If that’s the case, why don’t they just pack themselves into where the middle of the street ought to be? Put their body heat to use melting some snow.”

Sarge laughed a little then opened his eyes and tensed.

“Everything level here?” Anton’s voice and presence startled them. He’d caught them unawares without realizing he’d done so. Having made no effort to hide his approach, he backed away a few steps with his hands held palm open and up in front of him at the fierce look in Sarge’s eyes and an equally harsh glare from Lily. “Easy, Anton comes in peace.” He inclined his head towards the hall he’d just walked down as he tried to get a reading on Lily regarding her reaction to what had transpired with the b-brigade and other women. “Figured I’d run some interference in case anyone still does not have a full grasp of no.”

Relaxing noticeably as Anton kept his distance and his calm tone while apparently taking no offence at the threatening look he’d initially sent his way, Sarge responded with an apologetic shrug. “No problem, Anton. I just didn’t realize you were here until you spoke. You do a fine impression of a ghost. You’ve got some damn quiet feet. A little chain rattling wouldn’t hurt. ”

Anton took his house keys from his pocket and shook them. “How that work?” His own red alert signal eased up when Sarge laughed and waved a dismissive hand at his joke. He shook the keys again while meeting Lily’s  puzzled stare. “That working for you, Lily?” Unlike Sarge, she didn’t laugh or relax. “O give Anton a little joy for effort.” He jerked his thumb in the direction behind him. “Esther holding the front line. She’ll make noise if some company you don’t want makes tracks this way.”

Lily moved to look past him to where Esther was standing further down the hall watching the entrance to the front room. She looked at Anton. “What’s going on? If the b-brigade is on the warpath, I’m more than happy to deal with them on my own. Esther doesn’t need to burn any of her bridges on my account.”

“You best inform her of that fact. You know she not going to budge on my say so.”

Fully aware of Anton’s intention to send her Esther’s way and guessing they both knew something she didn’t but should, she decided to cooperate. “I will. Keep an eye on Sarge. He’s not feeling well, even though he says otherwise.”

“Don’t concern yourself, Anton. I’m good.” Sarge shrugged when Lily gave him a look that said she didn’t believe his self assessment before walking in Esther’s direction.

Satisfied that he’d pushed the correct communication button, Anton  cautiously edged closer to Sarge and lowered his voice for privacy. “Sorry, Sarge, Lily say otherwise and Anton’s bones say otherwise too.”

“Who am I to argue with your bones? That crowd got to me. But I’m okay now. I’m not sick as in, toss my dinner sick.” Knowing that Anton wanted to talk with him, Sarge joined him in keeping an eye on Lily as she made her way to Esther. “What’s a b-brigade?”

“B-brigade no problem at the moment. Anton define them later.” He moved to stand facing the hallway so he could watch it and talk quietly with Sarge at the same time. He looked Sarge over. “You definitely not up to par, Sarge. Lily correct in saying you not well. If you gonna hurl or do a face flop, please inform Anton directly so I can evade the splatter.”

Sarge shook his head. “I’m not going to do either one. Quit already.” A moment later he said, “Do I really look like I might?”

“Either, both, or something else.” Anton watched Lily and Esther conversing down the hall. He stepped sideways a little closer to Sarge and glanced cautiously at the kitchen doorway before speaking. “What in hell possessed you to turn up the heat dancing with Lily in a crowd full of stir crazy women?”

Not liking the implication that he’d deliberately brought the unwanted sexual advances upon himself, Sarge said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anton. I didn’t dance any differently with Lily than we do when we’re by ourselves.”

Anton gave up watching his wife and Lily and turned his full attention to the man still getting his bearings after politely bulldozing his way through a dozen bold women with no claims to self-restraint or tact a few minutes earlier. “Hold on. You been dancing like that with Lily all along?”

Sarge’s confusion and incomprehension was plain. “Like what? We dance, that’s all. She’s a great dance partner, even when her right foot acts up. We read each other and the music really well together.”

Tuning into his bones and his intellect full throttle, Anton stared intently at the younger man, himself on the alert for duplicity or any form of  deception. “That what you call it? Reading the music together?”

“Yeah, what else? What do you call it?”

“We put that defintion on the side for now. Don’t you dare tell me you don’t know what just went down while making an exit from that room. You got to be clued into that action or you be brain-dead and don’t know it yet.”

Sarge pushed his hair away from his face. “Of course I know. How could I not? I dealt with them without making a bad scene, didn’t I? What the hell that was about is beyond me though. I never saw most of those women before tonight.” He leaned against the wall  in an effort to relieve the tension the conversation was creating. “The ones I have met never acted like that before. You know it because you’ve been with me at every one of their homes when we did some repairs. You also know that none of them ever pulled that kind of shit on me before tonight.” When Anton didn’t respond with more than a nod, he continued with, “Does it have something to do with Lily?”

 

 

Poets & Poetry ~ A ghost of this and a slam of that, with a little sexy to top it all off.

From the serious to the slam to the silly to the sublime songs about for and by poets.

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Does poetry ever haunt you? No? What’s that song you can’t get out of your head? What are lyrics without music?

Poets of the Fall ~ The Poet and His Muse

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Hey, I’ve heard that tune before!

Poetry Classics to Funky Hit Beats

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Music video features segments from several of the 56 songs included on the album Poetry Classics To Funky Hit Beats, Vol 1. . . . . The producers state: “We sought to create poetry with music that would attract the roots, Mos Def, Common, Immortal Technique, El-p, Jean Grae, Rakim, The Coup, Dead Prez, Public Enemy fans as well as fans of classical, pop, rock, Salsa and Reggae. “

If you click-through to watch on YouTube there is more information about the contents of this video. Enjoy.

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What poets and poetry do–or aspire to do.  Or not so much.  Still, 1874 connects with  1979–poetry travels through time much like Dr. Who.

We Are the Movers and Shakers

Tedham Porterhouse

(c)1874 Lyrics Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy
Born in London 14 Mar 1844, died 30 Jan 1881.
Music Jake Riviera (1979)
Produced by Ingo Schantz
Engineered by Andy Lunn

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A film for anyone even thinking of ‘teaching’ poetry –or anything else for that matter.

Keating’s Triumph ~ Maurice Jarre ~ Dead Poets Society

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Poetry and music playing politics with a dash of subversion on the side.  Call it what you like.

Seattle Poetry Slam –Define Music

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Rachel Rocky Bernstein’s unique blend of music and poetry has been delighting audiences since she started in slam at age 17.

She was a member of the 2006 Youth Speaks Seattle slam team, taking 4th in the Brave New Voices international competition, and coach of the 2010 Seattle Collegiate slam team which placed in the top ten. This year, she will be representing Seattle at the National Poetry Slam, and is honored to be on a team with greats Tara Hardy, Karen Finneyfrock and Maya Hersh.

Rachel is also an elementary school music teacher and spends her days singing, dancing, inspiring, and playing music with kids . Seattle will be sad to see her go this August when she moves to Barcelona, Spain to teach music at an International School and pursue her life-long passion for opera. http://www.seattlepoetryslam.org

 

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Hear, it’s not all about the tough stuff.

Billy Bragg & Wilco ~ Walt Whitman’s Niece

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For the shameless fun of it.  🙂

Devil of a Deal ~ animated poetry & gothic jazz

Clinton John Leon

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A poetic dance between poets playing with a poem.

Leonard Cohen ~ Take this Waltz  ~ One poet singing the poetry of another poet– Lorca Garcia

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All this barely nicks

the vinyl edge of the record

of the dance

between poets, poetry

and music

 

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LInk attractions forthcoming asap~

Bear

http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/poets-and-poetry-and-music/

 

Johnny

http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/the-music-of-poets/

up we go

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shedding husks unfurl

shoots curling staff seedlings gasp

silk sheath sun sight spreads

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Below Above

Below Above

@eva

The Rose

How do you like your thorns?

I’m not entirely satisfied with my choices for a variety of reasons that have nothing to do with the quality of any of these selections. My dissatisfaction stems more from the elusive quality of the rose itself as a symbol which extends far beyond wild and cultivated flowers. So often the rose represents a human in song, poetry and art.  Often it references a state of mind, an awareness both secular and mystical. There are two poets represented here – Tupac Amaru Shakur and William Butler Yeats–two vastly different men from very different parts of the world who both knew the power of poetry. Both poets immediately came to mind when Bear selected The Rose for this round. Each turned to the rose for inspiration and communication.  I discovered Shakur’s poetry in text form before ever hearing his voice or knowing anything of his persona. In this sense the focus was centered entirely on the words, the text, and the meaning striving for conveyance. Interestingly enough there is an entire album of his poetry posted on the tubes of you–but the poem I was after has been deleted from the mix due to corporate issues–ironically it is the poem which serves as the album title.  What shall we make of that?

Shakur on poets and poetry–and by the usual extension of words paired with instruments creates music. I sincerely doubt W. B. Yeats would disagree with his perceptions which could easily relate to Ireland’s issues in his time.

2009  kabrasblack

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Tupac the rose that grew from the concrete

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The Rose That Grew From The Concrete with music Everyday by Carly Commando

Ricardo Bracamonte

2pac poem…”Rose That Grew From Concrete”… Young boy skates through his urban neighborhood faced with the obstacles of society.

I realize this is a 2pac poem over a biggie beat, this choice was intentional. My goal for this project was to disregard the personal feuds of 2pac and Biggie and portray a struggle which is bigger than all of us

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The Name of the Rose

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The Rose Upon the Rood of Time ~ W.B. Yeats ~

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This is poet Stella Shakerchi reading Yeats’ poem to musical accompaniment by Mark Bosley. The performance was part of their ‘Days’ show which was an anthology of songs and poems relating to different days of the year. It was part of Oxfringe, the Oxford arts festival on 26th March 2010.

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2draw Animation Music video for Salvador  Dali’s “Meditative Rose”

Christy Reserva

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La vie en rose  ~ Edith Piaf ~ English version

felipe salvador arias

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La vie en rose ~ Edith Piaf ~ French version

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The Rose by Amanda McBroom

Bernhard Deykowski

The Rose was written by Amanda McBroom in 1979 for the same film in honor of Janis Joplin. And she sings her own well-known song herself.

 

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The Rose garden grows in delight and complexity:

BEAR:     /http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/music-of-the-rose/17/music-of-the-rose/
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JOHNNY: http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/the-rose-music-theme/comment-page-1/#comment-4334

http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/04/16/the-roses/

 

 

Breakfast Special, #45, “No You Don’t”

No You Don’t

Lily’s public statement of ownership had not gone unnoticed by the group of women she’d intended to warn off. The b-brigade held its ground against the east wall watching closely as other women, none of whom made any bones about wanting a taste of what Sarge had unwittingly put on display while dancing with Lily, launched single and combined efforts to get him either back towards the clear area near the musicians or off in other much less public directions. From the perspective of the b-brigade, all of these actions were doomed because they failed to address the necessity of separating the man from the woman directly behind his broad back as they moved single file through the crowded room.

Sarge’s polite smile never wavered, his voice never rose in irritation, his free right hand never resorted to applying serious force as he extracted himself from grasping, clutching and caressing hands of women he had never met and a few he had while making repairs in the Flats. Yet he effectively managed to decline each demand and offer without letting go of Lily’s hand or directing her attention to what he was encountering head on while wading through the sea of people. Confused and at a loss for the reason for this unexpected onslaught of feminine attention, but having dealt with far larger and more forceful acts of aggression than a steady stream of uninhibited women blocking his path, Sarge pushed onward thinking the strange scenario would come to an end as soon as they were out of the now jam-packed room.

Within ten steps of extracting them both from the pressing mass of people Sarge suddenly found himself contending with what he immediately recognized as a coordinated group effort involving Lily. His first sense that something new was going on came from activity behind him instead of face to face as previously. A sudden hard yanking of his left hand holding Lily’s caused him to stop moving and look over his shoulder to where she now stood the length of both their arms away from him. Instead of close up behind him as she’d been until a few moments ago, she was facing off with two irate young women while a silent third was leaning against her arm now stretched out full length between her and Sarge. Realizing the intention of the third woman was to get Lily to release her hand hold on his, Sarge turned around and began moving to close the distance between them. As soon as he did this, another woman stepped directly into his way. Laughing and grinning at him, she half fell against his chest in an effort to push him off-balance and backwards. Instinctively adjusting his stance to maintain balance, Sarge became aware of another woman closing in from the left with the same movements.

“No you don’t.” He comprehended the scope of this coordinated action and began dealing with it even as someone else bumped into him from behind then proceeded to get very comfortable and cozy with his backside and belt. He looked away from the women shoving against him to where Lily stood facing the opposite direction as she contended with the two women working themselves up into a fine lather arguing with her without raising their voices to attract unwelcome attention. He saw their silent partner quickly move to where his and Lily’s hands were still holding onto each other.

A hot hand covered his and nimble fingers began trying to pry one of his fingers loose from his grip on Lily’s hand. Thinking she was about to succeed with this action, which by most rights ought to have given her painful physical leverage to force him into letting go of Lily, she turned and sent him a big happy smile over her shoulder. As far as Sarge was concerned her smile confirmed that none of this activity was accidental and that its intent was to separate him and Lily in order to put another part of a group plan into action.

For the amount of time it took him to think how very ironic it was that his life in a world so very different from that of the Flats had more than adequately prepared him for this type of situation, Sarge allowed the young woman smiling at him to continue working at pushing his index finger against the back of his hand. When she knew she had his finger bent far enough back to the point where the pain ought to have already accomplished her goal yet had not, she glared at him then yanked it farther. Sarge grinned back at her and tightened his grip on Lily’s hand hard enough to get her to look his way in surprise. Knowing he had her attention, he suddenly pulled her towards him with enough force to yank her off her feet and send her body slamming directly into the woman at the point of breaking his finger out of frustration. The two women collided and yet Lily kept moving as Sarge twisted hard to his left to keep her body in motion as if she were a fish at the end of a line being hauled out of water. The force with which he put her into motion caused her shoulder to hit the finger-pryer’s chest hard enough to send the woman falling and stumbling into other people. The momentum brought Lily twisting like a top knocking into the two women trying to move him backwards. Finding and keeping on her feet, Lily pushed and shoved against the women to keep her balance.

When her body had nearly cleared them, Sarge pivoted again so that he was now facing the hallway. The woman who’d been yanking on his belt to get him moving backwards now found herself facing him and took a step backwards to steady herself. Sarge pulled again on Lily’s hand causing her to spin a little more before she collided with his side. Immediately his right hand went around her waist pulling her up flush against him.  Having accomplished his immediate goal, he smiled down at her red streaked cheeks and startled eyes. “There you are, Lily. I wondered where’d you’d gotten to back there in the crowd.” He nodded at the frustrated woman glaring at them as she stepped away. “Sorry if I stepped on your toes. It’s getting really tight in here. There’ll be a little more room when I’m out of the way.” Keeping a tight grip on Lily, he pushed only slightly less politely than before onward through the curious onlookers.

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As always, I’m open to more music suggestions.

 

Living and Sustaining a Creative Life ~ Essays by 40 Working Artists, ~~ Thanks for sharing, Sharon Louden

In the box or out of the box?

To gallery or not to gallery — to quest or not to quest?

Shut up and pass paper and pencils. Art wants making.

For the book price of less than a dollar a piece, editor Sharon Louden, working artist herself,  invites artists, and any other interested parties, to engage with 40 working artists n what has been an ongoing discussion for as long as creative people have striven to live and thrive in a world at large that far too often is less than supportive of their existence. No, Living and Sustaining a Creative Life, Essays by 40 Working Artists isn’t a book about artists who rock the status quo of mainstream society. Though there are artists within these pages who do so in one medium or another.  What this very engaging tome offers is a very wide and diverse range of perspectives based on experiences had by artists who’ve found their own ways to survive, thrive and continue to create over time. There are discussions of quests for studio time,  for money to provide food, shelter and art supplies, for solitude and for companionship, gallery representation and new ways of making a go of things with and without galleries. There’s a lot of insight, hindsight, information, ideas and inspiration in these essays written by a very wide range of artists including those raising children and engaged in mutually supportive relationships. Plus, there is an excellent photograph of each artist’s work prefacing their essay. Yeah, that’s a very sweet bonus track in this book–you get some views of art you might or might not have seen yet. So this libro also serves as a visual catalog of artists as essayists. Hence, you get a small visual sense of what these artists invest so much vital energy and time creating.

A few of my visual treat picks:

Michael Waugh’s The American Jobs Act, part 1 (detail)

Peter Drake’s Day for Night

Thomas Kilpper’s State of Control

Maggie Michael’s Swans of Other Worlds ~  (photography by Dan Steinhilber)

Julie Hefferman’s Self Portrait as Big World

Jay Davis’ Please, no more birds

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Living and Sustaining a Creative Life Panel ~ Book tour video.  Yes, this is an interesting and engaging serious discussion among artists, about artists, art and the art world. Enjoy.

 

Here’s a link to Amazon’s Look Inside page for the book – http://www.amazon.com/Living-Sustaining-Creative-Life-Working/dp/178320012X#reader_B00F4AT02K

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Here are just a few of my favorite quotes from the essays:

Annette Lawrence ~ “I am generally led by curiosity, and nothing is off-limits.”

George Stoll ~ “I LIke to work but don’t always like to start, so I make it as easy to begin as possible. At a restaurant near my house that has good coffee, friendly waiters and an owner who tolerates my long visits, I start most days. . . .  I’ve learned that I am especially productive when feeling a bit delinquent.”

Tony Ingrisano ~ “I sleep and eat and breathe drawing, so it’s only logical that I’d do anything necessary to keep drawing.”

Sean Mellyn ~ “Rauschenberg’s Bed made an early and lasting impression on me – that art can not only be made from anything, but material extrapolated from a life lived is a powerful statement.”

Brian Tolle ~ “There are no bad opportunities if you have only one.”

Austin Thomas ~ “There are as many ways to be an artist as there are artists; Lucas Reiner told me that one and it is true.”

Amy Pleasant ~ “And it wakes me up each day. And I follow it. And at the risk of sounding melodramatic, it is the greatest thing I know.”

Maggie Michael ~ “Falling n love was easy. What became labored was managing our bank account after college (when our student loans came due). Artists often pair with someone who has a reliable career and income, but we could not change partners now or in hindsight.”

Dan Steinhilber (Maggie Michael’s partner) ~ “Many people seem to give us extra credit because we involve our child in our life as artists. Clay has excellent conversational skills, yet he does not make a great deal of artworks. Nevertheless, he is imaginative and creative and amazing to us.”

Dan Steinhilber ~ “Over time we learned how to help, support, and appreciate each other rather than be competitive. For example, on days when Maggie is teaching, I often go to her studio and do practical things for her – build stretchers, prime canvases, and keep her supplies organized so that her time in the studio can be focused on painting.”

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Link for Intellect, Publishers of Original Thinking page –>>   http://www.intellectbooks.co.uk/books/view-Book,id=5042/

How do you measure success?

What did you create today?

Okay, now that I’ve done my good book information sharing deed for the day, it’s time to take advantage of the lull in the rain to get the box of sheet music out of the back seat and see what suits my agenda.

 

Breakfast Special, #44, “Heat Waves”

~Heat Waves

Lily felt deep red heat rising, streaking her cheeks as they danced. Sarge’s hand holding her’s as he led her in the small floor space wasn’t any different from all the other times they’d danced, yet it felt like the most intimate touch ever in the midst of so many people. She’d intended to send a message to the b-brigade and the other women, but she hadn’t given any thought about how anyone else might react to her actions. Sarge had grinned happily, exactly as she’d counted on him doing, when she’d asked if he felt like dancing even though no one else was. Little George had given her a quick thumbs up when she’d handed him her plate of food with encouragement to eat the remaining contents.. As she’d reached to take Sarge’s willing hand, Anton had caught her eye and nodded approvingly as had Percy Two and the other men in the group. It was clear they wanted her to finally show Sarge some preferential treatment in the midst of a very successful public gathering. There were no razing or off-color comments, just quiet approving encouragement as they moved away to make their way to the area next to the musicians.

But now whenever she caught someone’s expression as they made the most of the little floor there was for their dancing, she realized they’d attracted the attention of a lot more people than just the women she’d wanted to dissuade from even thinking of making any moves in Sarge’s direction. At the same time she was enjoying having his hand in hers and his other lightly resting on her waist as they moved. She could tell that even in this crowd of neighborhood people Sarge felt comfortable dancing and safe touching her and that felt good.

The song ended and they stood patiently waiting  without talking for another to begin while the group decided what to play next. In keeping with their own agenda to mellow out the atmosphere, the musicians put another easy-going tune into motion and Sarge responding accordingly by gathering Lily in closer for moving with the soft textured music. His hands didn’t roam, he uttered no sweet nothings into her ear, he didn’t press suggestively against her as their feet kept moving, there was plenty of polite space between them and yet Lily as if felt he was making love to her as they danced. Fixing her attention on a small section of his borrowed too large flannel shirt where green and blue lines of the pattern intersected, she noted that her vibes were happily humming with the song and let herself simply fall into sync with him via the dance. For the length of the song they moved in a sphere of their own making oblivious to everything except the music and each other.

When the music stopped Lily glanced at the quiet, intent expression on Sarge’s flushed face then she lowered her head enough to let her hair fall forward in an effort to hide her own blush. The guitar players murmured to each other, then decided to take a break in order to enjoy the bottles of beer someone had brought them. She sensed an  unfamiliar tension in the room as Sarge began leading her through the crowd towards the open space in the house’s main hall. Her hand firmly holding his, she followed closely in his wake. As they moved through the densely packed mass of humanity towards the comparatively empty and much cooler hall, Sarge’s grip on her hand tightened and tensed.

Lily’s eyes focused on the heels of Sarge’s boots as he’d set their course. In her quest for a little personal privacy while she inwardly basked in the afterglow of dancing, she kept her head down while walking close enough to his backside that if he made one step backward he’d be standing on her toes. Preoccupied with her own deep internal workings, feeling secure in the close proximity of his large form and linked by their hands, she let him lead her along through the people continuing to enter the large main room. Hence, she missed the initial bold face to face approaches by several women making aggressive efforts to get Sarge’s attention and directly draw him away from Lily. Her first clue that her effort to make a public social statement had gone awry came in the form of a young man she was barely acquainted with attempting to wedge himself between her and Sarge. Realizing that his action had nothing to do with the crowded room when he slipped an arm around her waist in an effort to pull her in the opposite direction, Lily pushed him away with a  single hard hand upward shove to his chin. The entertained and intrigued tone of his laughter and that of his friends as he retreated effectively alerted her to the highly charged, unpredictable nature of the room’s current atmosphere.

~

From the documentary Standing in the Shadows of Motown. Joan Osborne preforms Heatwave

 

 

 

Sidebar Switch Out To The Civil Wars

The Civil Wars have invaded the sidebar en mass replacing the delightful 2Cellos.  Much thanks to Bearspawprint for sharing this duo at her blogcasa some time in the past where I got hooked. One of the perks of blogland is that you find things you might not otherwise discover.  Some of the songs on the sidebar are part of the live performance occupying this post, but there’s a lot more where those came from and live is LIVE after all.  What are you waiting for? Play, play, play. Listen while you run amok in cyberspace if the sound and lyrics agree with you.

Enjoy~~

 

The Civil Wars  ~ Live In New Orleans

liveset

The Civil Wars performed a phenomenal live show from One Eyed Jacks in New Orleans’ French Quarter on July 8, 2011.

Adele might have put it best when she said, “The Civil Wars are the BEST live band I have EVER seen”. We hope you enjoy this special New Orleans performance of folk/country/Americana with this Grammy winning duo – John Paul White and Joy Williams.

Follow us for updates @liveset, or subscribe to our channel.

Produced by Rachel Puckett and Ross Hinkle for Liveset.
Audio recorded and mixed by The Music Shed.
Shot by The Deltree.
Edited and graded by Ross Hinkle.

 

The Civil Wars Official Site –>>> http://thecivilwars.com/

On their hiatus –>> http://music-mix.ew.com/2013/08/13/civil-wars-joy-williams-interview/

Chi-Town Ain’t Known For Being Shy ~ Welcome to Chicago

City of Choice = Chicago so let’s take a bird’s-eye view for a meet and greet.

Chicago Down Town View from the Sky — Juno Reactor’s Masters of the Universe.

lukaszb44

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There’s just something about black and white with a whole lot of grey, literally, that seems to suit an introduction for a city like Chicago, a city known for crime, gangsters, corrupt politicians and a great newspaper columnist by the name of Mike Royko aka “The Man Who Owns Chicago.”  If you don’t know Royko’s work you’re missing out on one of life’s truly witty reading pleasures.  Royko’s columns provided a massive home school educational opportunity for moi. Political viewpoints are not genetically encoded. Who knew? )

Now to lull you into a false sense of serenity…..

Chicago City of Shoulders ~ Andy Davis ~

jarvisweaver

Awwww, wasn’t that a sweet beginning for a couple? Well, darker reality often follows close upon such heels in Chicago–the film.

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Cell Block Tango from Chicago’s Cook County Jail via Chicago the film about murderesses in the city of Chicago. Murder and Chicago go together like snow and winter.  The Cook County Jail is a real place with quite a reputation.

Floko008

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Then there’s the whole police versus the bad guys scenario–though, all too often the two are one and the same in the Windy City.

The Night Chicago Died ~ Paper Lace ~

rwells47

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Number 10 Bus ~ A few city views with Larry Brewer’s own tune.  Who says you can’t go home and leave then do it all again?

MrKerplunker

This is an original song written and recorded by Larry Brewer off of his 2012 album, Waxing Ardent. It is an ode to growing up in Chicago.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/num…
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A…
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/larrybrewer4

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I Dream of Chicago ~ Parlours ~ Okay, I just love the sound of this song so it’s here.

DesMoinesFreelance

 

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The Very Best of Chicago ~ by the band Chicago formed and hailed from the city with a stint in LA. See Wiki for more  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_(band)

mistermister668a

40th Anniversary Collection
Track Listing:
1. Just You ‘N’ Me 00:00
2. Saturday In the Park 03:42
3. You’re The Inspiration 07:36
4. Baby, What a Big Suprise 11:26
5. Hard to Say I’m Sorry/Get Away 14:30
6. Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? 19:37
7. 25 or 6 to 4 22:58
8. If You Leave Me Now 27:50
9. Hard Habit to Break 31:45
10. Old Days 36:30
11. Beginnings 40:01
12. Call On Me 46:28
13. Make Me Smile 50:30
14. Love Will Come Back (w/ Rascal Flats) 54:56
15. Feel (w/Horns) 58:44

 

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Chicago Bears 1985 Super Bowl Shuffle  ~ Enjoy it anyway you can ladies and gents.

The08linkin

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Dead End Street ~ Lou Rawls ~  I do believe Rawls explains it all.

shockg021

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Lincoln Park Pirates ~ Steve Goodman ~ You know about No Parking Zones, don’t you? Towing cars as a city-wide fundraiser can be very profitable.

1000Magicians

 

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Yes, it’s an ad for a newspaper hawking its prize writer and vice versa.  Where else but in a tavern would you expect to find a discussion of punctuation?

olkee1

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Mike Royko quotes with a song, the reason for the choice of which I am very unclear about. But Mike’s words make it all right.  Maybe.

quotetank

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Who & Why Royko ~ With background music. I wonder why  it’s so hard to find a song for or about Royko? Someone needs to write one. Or two at the very least. Maybe they have. If you find one, do not hesitate to share it. Please.

CHSJournalism

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We’re All Crazy In Chicago ~~ No, I will not vouch for the veracity of this statement/song. Are you crazy?

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A list of songs about Chicago compliments of the wonderful world of Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_songs_about_Chicago

 

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Bear has Nomads, oh yeah    http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/ulaanbaatar-city-of-nomads/

It’s down home in Alabama with Johnny in Mobile  http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/the-music-of-a-city-mobile/comment-page-1/#comment-4197

 

 

 

 

 

 

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