Where The Unicorns Play ~ Anywhere They Want

WHERE the Unicorns Play—Ooooooooo in the wild forests of our imaginations. Yeah. Well, at least in mine.

Forests where the imagination lives to create.

Where do Unicorns play?

Anywhere they want, of course.

Like who is going to stop them? Hmm? Park Rangers?  The Thought Police?

Loreena McKennitt ~ Night Ride Across the Caucasus

Dream Journey ~The Last Unicorn ~ Qntal

Unicorns play in  The Magic Forest of the Mind.

music by David Arkenstone, “Magic Forest”

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Unicorns play in dreamlands.

Forest Elves

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my heart shall see light
hön’marën kena-uva kala

our hearts shall be forever
indönya ullumeá

go forth, rest in dreamland
nör’ande sëra mi lorien

i’ll soon be there
îm’eri ratö naya

Wait for me my love
larya nîn mëlissè

You know I’m here
le sinte îma sinomë

To join you in dreams
ána sama lemî oloorë

You have nothing to fear
le ar’uunèr ana kaurë

Fiery sun, begone
uur’anor wannëa

Moonlight, protect us,
isilme va’arya

Heaven’s star, shine through,
telume siila tere

Flame of hell, vanish
na’are utumno wanya

Lonely voice, cold and bare
erüma, helkàda

Wandering alone,
raanè ressè

Asleep, yet awake
lörna à’kuilä

Safe in dreams
Vàrna mi’olör

Shelter from the storm
türma ei ràumo

Here
Sinomë

☾Credits/Extra Info☽
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Merry’s Personal Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/merryberrymusic

Jordi’s Personal Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/etherealwinds

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Into the West (Suite) ~ Patrick Doyle composer

If you can’t see the horn reset your imagination.

This is what came to my mind and I’m sticking with it for today. Tomorrow might be another story.

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As soon as I get my questionable act together, links to other themes will be  forthcoming.  This theme was Lisa’s idea. 🙂

Bear ~ http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/where-the-unicorns-play-music-theme/

Lisa ~~ http://undergroundenergy.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/comment-page-1/#comment-4435

Johnny ~~ http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/

Maddie ~~ https://1earthunite.wordpress.com/2014/10/10/%e2%99%aawhere-unicorns-play-music-themes/#comments

Willow ~~ http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/#comment-18740

John ~~ http://johnbalaya.com/2014/10/10/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/

 

“In the spring time, the only pretty ring time” ~~ A very necessary season for living.

“In the spring time the only pretty ring time” ~~~

I can’t quite recall the very first time I read or heard these words by Thomas Morley but they’ve never gone away. That’s pretty damn good staying power for a songwriter from Renaissance England. Never estimate the power of a tune–a poem set to music for entertaining the masses. Spring is all about bringing things to life–contrary to the famous commercial GE has nothing to do with this when it comes to nature and the reality of our own existence.  Every time art is created it’s an affirmation of the creative life forces centered in the promises of spring.

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It Was a Lover and His Lass by Thomas Morley-– http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Morley

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Paul Phoenix (now of the King’s Singers) and Barry Holden, then choristers at St. Paul’s Cathedral, sing “It Was a Lover and His Lass” in this 1978 production of As You Like It [ by William Shakespeare], starring Helen Mirren.

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Sand Animation ~ Spring ~ Marriage D’Amour by George Davidson

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Sandro Botticelli’s Primavera ~ Music “Sweet Child of Mine” performed by Vitamin String Quartet

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Tracy Chapman ~ Spring

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Stravinsky ~ The Rite of Spring, Part 1  ~ Watch at FULL screen for full visual beauty impact. ~ “Jay Bacal performed and rendered this piece using virtual instrument software by Vienna Symphonic Library.”

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Click through to watch on YouTube for more information about the creation of this piece and others. Yes, there is MORE.  The following is from the creator/uploader:

 Each shape corresponds to a family of instruments:
ellipse: flutes (also cymbals and tam-tam)
octagon: single reed (clarinet, bass clarinet)
inverted ellipse/star: double reeds (oboe, English horn, bassoons)
rectangle: brass (also, with “aura,” timpani, guiro and bass drum)
rhombus: strings

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In this video, musical pitch (as ordered in the musician’s “circle of fifths”) is mapped to twelve colors (as ordered on the artist’s “color wheel”). With this mapping, changes in tonality and harmony correspond to changes in the color palette. You can read more about this technique here:
http://www.musanim.com/mam/pfifth.htm
Unpitched instruments (bass drum, cymbals, tam-tam, triangle, guiro) are shown in gray.

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Who is more in tune with spring than young people? Time for some serious education which has nothing and everything to do with the birds and bees aka sex education that really tells where babies come from. What’s the big deal? None of us would be here without the biological act of sexual intercourse–modern science’s efforts for infertile couples et al aside.  Education, education– what’s it for really? In so many ways children are at the mercy of the parents, teachers and culture which often shortchanges them with devastating consequences.  Where does the shame, guilt and fear come from? Who creates the dysfunction regarding sexuality? Such discussions are increasingly important as is evident by all current news regarding sex, rape and violence. Isn’t it possible to have a society which behaves in a healthy, positive manner concerning sexuality? Newsflash–the Stork crash landed and won’t be bringing any more babies to anyone. Unless, it recovers enough to fertilize its mate’s eggs.

Spring Awakening ~ Full Version Off Broadway

Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring_Awakening

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Full Off-Broadway Spring Awakening.
Spring Awakening is a rock musical adaptation of the controversial 1891 German play of the same title by Frank Wedekind.
It features music by Duncan Sheik and a book and lyrics by Steven Sater.
Set in late-19th century Germany, it concerns teenagers who are discovering the inner and outer tumult of sexuality.
The original play was banned in Germany for a while due to its portrayal of masturbation, abortion, homosexuality, rape, child abuse and suicide.
In the musical, alternative rock is employed as part of the folk-infused rock score.
Spring Awakening received eleven 2007 Tony Award nominations, winning eight, including Tonys for best musical, direction, book, score and featured actor.
The show also won four Drama Desk Awards, while its London production won four Olivier Awards.

Cast:
Melchior Jonathan Groff
Wendla Lea Michele
Moritz John Gallagher, Jr.
Adult Man Stephen Spinella
Adult Woman Christine Estabrook
Ilse Lauren Pritchard
Hanschen Jonathan B. Wright
Georg Skylar Astin
Martha Lilli Cooper
Ernst Gideon Glick
Otto Brian Charles Johnson
Anna Phoebe Strole
Thea Remy Zaken

Musical numbers
Act I
“Mama Who Bore Me” — Wendla
“Mama Who Bore Me (Reprise)” — Wendla and Girls
“All That’s Known” — Melchior
“The Bitch of Living” — Moritz, Melchior and Boys
“My Junk” — Girls and Boys
“Touch Me” — Boys and Girls
“The Word of Your Body” — Wendla and Melchior
“The Dark I Know Well” — Martha, Ilse and Boys
“The Word of Your Body (Reprise)” — Otto and Georg (not on the cast recording)
“And Then There Were None” — Moritz and Boys
“The Mirror-Blue Night” — Melchior and Boys
“I Believe” — Boys and Girls
Act II
“The Guilty Ones” — Wendla, Melchior, Boys and Girls
“Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind” — Moritz and Ilse
“Left Behind” — Melchior, Boys and Girls
“Totally Fucked” — Melchior and Full Company (except Moritz)
“The Word of Your Body (Reprise)” — Hanschen, Ernst, Boys and Girls
“Whispering” — Wendla
“Those You’ve Known” — Moritz, Wendla and Melchior
“The Song of Purple Summer” — Ilse and Full Company

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Soundtrack  from Spring Awakening

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I do believe Bear and Johnny will be singing some spring soon. Links when they flower. 🙂

Let the lovely Lisa put some spring in your steps : http://undergroundenergy.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/spring-the-life-of-the-seasons-music-theme/

Whoa, Johnny and Lisa duet–yeah, du-et–that’s what I said. Oh now, yeah they are flirting and making dates online too… Johnny’s place for the spring beat –> http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/all-things-spring-music-theme/

Hey, hey, Bear is here –> http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/spring-music-theme/

Much thanks to everyone sharing  their favorite Spring music things.  🙂

Clouds ~ A Sound Off Of Sorts

Well, there are clouds and then there are clouds.  Take your pick and please send some more, rain or shine.

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Cloud Atlas ~ 22~ Sextet for Orchestra

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Mariachi Serenade ~ A Walk In the Clouds

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A walk in the clouds – Un Paseo por las nubes
(Banda Sonora : Maurice Jarre)

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Socrates and his Clouds Trailer

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The Meddlers Theatre Company in association with Jermyn Street Theatre presents the World Premiere of
SOCRATES AND HIS CLOUDS
by William Lyons inspired by Aristophanes
Directed by Melina Theocharidou
Designed by Katerina Angelopoulou

Find us on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SocratesClouds
Find us on Twitter: Follow @Socrates_Clouds Tweet #SocratesClouds

WWW.SOCRATESANDHISCLOUDS.COM

Trailer Credits:
Animation by Nastazia Lampropoulou
Music by Olivios Karaolides

Music recorded at Hook Recording Art Studio with the following orchestra:
Violin: Nikos Pittas
Cello: Peter Gospodinov
Clarinet: George Georgiou
Xylophone: Marios Nikolaou
Piano: Olivios Karaolides

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Aristophanes’ Clouds

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Members of UCSC’s program in Classical Studies perform the agon from Aristophanes’ Clouds at UCSC’s International Playhouse in Spring 2012.

 

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Clouds by Zach Sobiech

Woolly Rhino Productions

 

On May 20, 2013, cancer took the life of Zach Sobiech but his legacy will live on through the beacon of love and hope he delivered through infectious lyrics and memorable tunes have imprinted on the minds and hearts of millions around the world.

Help fulfill Zach’s dying wish to help kids with cancer by supporting the charity he set up before his death- the Zach Sobiech Osteosarcoma Fund at Children’s Cancer Research Fund:http://www.ChildrensCancer.org/Zach.

 

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Up in the Clouds ~ 3D  Music by Mimosa

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“Up in the Clouds” depicts life flowing in the breeze waiting for moments to latch on and create memories, through vivid anti-skeuomorph design.

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Paper Route ~ American Clouds

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American Clouds was directed and animated by Micah Bell. Photographs used in the animation were taken across America by Ben Vela. Additional editing was provided by JT Daly of Paper Route.

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Catching Bear’s Clouds : http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/clouds/#comment-13836

Deborah’s got cloud castles: http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/castle-on-a-cloud-a-musical-exploration-of-clouds/

The Queen of Katwe ~ The Most Powerful Piece On The Board

Update: This is now a film. Yes!!!!!

 

 

The Queen of Katwe by Tim Crothers was a reading find on a recent expedition to my public library.  It’s one of those books that I’ve opened for some down time reading pleasure then spent the rest of the day reading until reaching the back cover. Tim Crothers traces the roots of several dots that come together to create Phiona Mutesi’s Ugandan world in Katwe. One very important “dot” is the life story of Robert Katende who brought chess to Katwe as part of a sports outreach program. Katende noticed that not every child wants to play soccer and decided to offer an alternative game, chess, for them. It is through Katende’s outreach efforts that Phiona discovers the inner mental and outter physical world of chess.  Tim Crothers presents Katende’s personal history of survival, endurance and talent in a manner that show the incredible impact of one person on the lives of others. One young man’s life decisions reverberate throughout his world in remarkable and unexpected ways. Without Robert Katende there would be no chess for Phiona Mutesi and the other children of Katwe.  In turn Phiona herself is having a positive impact on her personal world and the world of women in Uganda. Her story breaks out of the cycle of poverty and desperate struggle to survive for women and their children in places where living is far from easy. What’s at stake is creating a life based on choices rather than the need to eat and literally keep from drowning when it rains.  When a slum is built on/in a swamp things get dicey for everyone when water falls from the sky.

Crothers’ writing style is quick and engaging as he works with words to bring to life the physical landscape of the Katwe slum and Uganda. He creates a context that the people who can afford to buy his book–and read it with ease–may have some trouble relating to. This is a world of harsh poverty where women do what they must to stay alive and education is a luxury requiring payment.  Via Robert Katende’s story it’s clear that it’s not an easy world for boys and men either.  At first one wonders where Crothers is going –how far back in time–and how will we ever get to the story of the girl who dreams of being a Chess Grandmaster. Well, I assure you that by the time you are learning more about Phiona it will be very clear why Crothers pulls the narrative strings he does. In order to fully appreciate Phiona’s ongoing life story the daily context of her world is required.

Another dot Crothers connects is that of the importance of education–like the Sport’s Outreach program–Tim Crothers’ takes a holistic approach to presenting Phiona’s and Robert Katende’s stories. Education plays a vital role in dealing with people in poverty. Hence, Crothers pulls in the story line dot of Andrew Popp all the way from Santa Barbara, California. How does the suicide of a talented young man have anything to with the life of girl living in the slums of Uganda? The scholarship memorial fund created by Andrew’s parents is what enables Phiona to attend school.  Personally I think that’s a wonderful thing and an incredible part of Phiona’s story because education is essential to breaking the poverty cycle and the people in the slums know this fact.

Andrew Popp Scholarship Fund    http://sportsoutreach.net/projects/teaching/andrew-popp-scholarship-fund/

So if you’re looking for a great human interest story, one which is far from finished, then get a hold of The Queen of Katwe. Consider the power of one piece on a chess board and the powerful impact one person can have on the life of another. Get some inspirartion. some ideas about teaching from Robert Katende,  and perhaps some motivation. Perhaps most importantly get some HOPE.

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Author Tim Crothers’ site >>  http://www.timcrothers.net/

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Phiona Mutesi–so far– >>  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phiona_Mutesi

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Uploaded on Nov 9, 2011

This is a brief documentary on Fiona, a 15 year old Chess Prodigy from the slums of Kampala, Uganda who discovered Chess as a homeless child in search of food. I traveled to Uganda to cover this story through a non-profit organization called Silent Images. We were serving another non-profit called Sports Outreach, in which the chess coach discovered a special gift in Phiona for the game of Chess. I was accompanied by Tim Crothers of ESPN and David Johnson of Silent Images on the trip. Tim has now written a book on Phiona called “The Queen of Katwe” and Phiona has had recent top news stories on ESPN as well as CNN. Disney is currently planning to produce a movie on Phiona as well and I can’t wait to see Phiona’s dreams come true. She is a true underdog in every sense of the word and no person is more worthy of success in life than this special young woman.

Silent Images – http://www.silentimages.org
Sports Outreach Institute – http://www.sportsoutreach.net
Buy the Book – http://www.sportsoutreach.net/secure/…

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Indie film site >> http://blogs.indiewire.com/shadowandact/disney-developing-feature-based-on-ugandan-chess-prodigy-phiona-mutesi-w-mira-nair-directing

Contrast ~ Music Theme ~ 10 January 2014

Johnny selected this Contrast — Opposites Musical Theme.  I’ve had a little fun with it. I hope you do too. 🙂

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Breakdancing to Classical Music 

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Composer: Stephen Anderson. Film made by Devin Graham.
The dancers consist of Tyson Smalls, Robot Reeve, Nick Pitts, Josh Unice & Murphy Yang.  Dancers are from Ensoul Collaboration.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ensoul/…

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Contrast In the Note of C 1080p

Jay Saul

Abstract animation exploring the perception of light and contrast.

Animation and Music by Jay Saul copyright 2010

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Sesame Street: Opposite Stuff

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Tribute to M.C.Escher

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Opposites Attract ~ Paula Abdul ~ The Wild Ones

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Same song sung by a woman and a man. Yes, gender contrast.

I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know  

~ Amy Winehouse

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~Donny Hathaway

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Donny Edward Hathaway (October 1, 1945 — January 13, 1979) was an American soul musician.

Hathaway contracted with Atlantic Records in 1969 and with his first single for the Atco label, “The Ghetto, Part I” in early 1970, Rolling Stone magazine “marked him as a major new force in soul music.”His collaborations with Roberta Flack scored high on the charts and won him the Grammy Award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal for the duet, “Where Is the Love” in 1973. Six years later, his body was found outside the luxury hotel Essex House in New York City; his death was ruled a suicide.

Lyrics

If I ever leave you….you can say I told you so!
And if I ever hurt you baby….. you know I hurt myself as well.

Is that any way for a man to carry on
Do you think I want my loved one gone
Said I love you
More than you’ll ever know
More than you’ll ever know

When I wasn’t making much money
You know where my paycheck went
You know I brought it home to baby
And I never spent a red cent

Is that any way for a man to carry on
Do you think I want my loved one gone
Said I love you
More than you’ll ever know
More than you’ll ever know

I’m not trying to be
just any kind of man
I’m just trying to be somebody
You can love, trust and understand
I know that I can be
yeaaahhhh
A part of you that no one else could see

I just wanna hear,a hear ya say
its allright
yeahhh yeahhh

I’m only flesh and blood
But I can be everything that you demand
I can be king of everythang
Or just a tiny grain of sand

Is that anyway for a man to carry on
Do you think he wants his little loved one gone
I love you baby, i love you baby
i love youMore than you’ll ever know

If I ever leave you….you can say I told you so!
And if I ever hurt you ….. you know I hurt myself as well.

Is that anyway for a man to carry on
Do you think he wants his little loved one gone
I treid to tell ya I love you baby, i love you baby
yea i love you baby
i love you More than you’ll ever know

i love you
i love you
i love you baby!!

i told you so many times before
I love you
I love

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Links to more contrasts:

Johnny http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/01/10/yes-i-did-the-music-theme-contrast/comment-page-1/#comment-3220  Careful–it’s Lively over at Johnny’s blogcasa.

Deborah  http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/contrast/#comment-1481

Bear http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/

Willow http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/contrast-musical-theme-for-january-8-late-_/

Kate will post her Music Theme on Monday. Or so I assume based on her last post :).  http://sincerelykaterz.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/miscellaneous-mondays/

Breakfast Special, #36, Szechuan Shrimp Lo Mein

“Szechuan Shrimp Lo Mein”

“Hey, Sarge.”  Lily leaned against the fridge wondering how to tell him he was welcome to stay without it coming across as if she was expecting a great deal more than either of them was ready for at the moment. She asked herself just what exactly she was really ready for, but before she could reply to herself, Sarge was in the kitchen holding a large round hot pink Tupperware container and grinning like a little kid who’d just found the best prize ever inside a box of cracker jack.

“Guess what this is, Lily.” He repeatedly flipped the container over and over showing his complete confidence in its ability to remain fully sealed while in motion.

Lily looked at his happy-as-all-get-out-hazel eyes and sighed. She grabbed hold of the container to stop its motion and peered at the milky white bowl. “Hmm. Looks like lo mein noodles.” She looked closer. “Is that shrimp I see? Open it! Open it!”  Sarge set the container on the table and obliged her. Lily leaned in close and sniffed. “Oh hot damn, Sarge. Is this Mrs. Ling’s Szechuan shrimp lo mein?!”

“Indeed it is, Lily. Guess what’s for dinner, unless you were planning on poaching some eggs, of course.” He winked at her, stood with his hands behind his back, rocking from one foot to the other clearly excited with having brought this delicious dish home.

Lily shook her head hard enough to send her hair flying. “No. Oh no. Mrs. Ling’s Szechuan shrimp trumps everything including eggs. How did you get this?”

“Unscheduled basement flood emergency complete with blown fuse box. Yeah. It was worth wading around in that damn cold water for this.” He held up the Tupperware lid. “And this too: her coconut cookie recipe.  Is this a major score or what, Lily?”

Lily took the lid from him and read the recipe. “O yeah, you scored big time, Sarge. No one makes better coconut cookies than Mrs. Ling.  I’ve never had any better even in that fancy bakery in M- or anywhere else for that matter.  Wow.”

Sarge sniffed the air. “Is that dinner I smell?”

“Yes, I think dinner is set. You hungry?”

“Starving.  If you’ll warm it up, I’ll get cleaned up. “

“Go! Go! Go! Hurry up! I’m dying for some spicy shrimp.”

Walking backwards towards the bathroom, he said, “You have chopsticks, right? Eating lo mein with forks is just plain wrong in my book.”

“Do you really have to ask?”  Lily laughed as she pulled out a pan for gently warming up the shrimp lo mein.

Five minutes later they were spearing shrimp and twirling noodles and playing with their food on the way to their mouths.  “Is everything Mrs. Ling makes this good?”

Lily nodded. “Everything she’s brought to a potluck has always been good, but this and the coconut cookies are her best as far as my taste buds are concerned. I think she’s got some secret with the shrimp.  Anton has been trying to figure it out, but so far he can’t pin it down. Mrs. Ling likes having her food mysteries, so she’s not saying.”

“When I tried this at that first potluck, I couldn’t get enough. It disappeared really fast too.  Oh hell this is so good.” Sarge ate a shrimp and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she’s doing something with these little beasties all her own. I wonder what else needs fixing in that building.”

Lily laughed and pointed at the list on the fridge. “It’ll be interesting to see what other top choice meal deals you bring home as you work through those repairs requests.”

“Mmm. I wonder if I could work out some regular meal trades for bread. What do you think?”

Lily stuffed a bunch of lo mein into her mouth and nodded as she chewed. “Worth a try. Everyone seems to like one kind of bread or another.” She speared a shrimp and offered it to him. Sarge promptly accepted it. “Yeah, bread deals for sczechy shrimpies, oh Gloria’s pierogies, maybe some of Harold’s buffalo sausages. Hmm. O yeah, Sarge, there are plenty of primo meal choices around the Flats for trading bread.”

“Mrs. Ranoli’s turkey cherry lasagna.”

“O yeah.” Lily laughed and they both dug into their bowls. She looked over at the list on the fridge again then back at the man enjoying his shrimp lo mien score.

Sarge caught her eye action and leaned back in his chair. He waited to speak until he’d swallowed and had a sip of tea. “What’s on your mind, Lily? Hmm?”

She sucked on the ends of her chopsticks for a moment and looked at the list then back at Sarge.  With a little shrug she said, “There’s a lot of work on that list of yours. More on the main one that you’ve written your name by. That one on the fridge alone must be about thirty hours of full-time work all by itself.”

Sarge looked at the list and nodded. “Yeah, more or less depending on what I find when I actually get into seeing what’s messed up.  A lot of that needs some serious attention as soon as possible. That’s why I took them. If there’s something electrical I can’t handle then Ricardo probably can. Anything like that at least I’ll save him the time and trouble of finding the problems.”

Lily set her chopsticks across the top of her bowl then pushed her hair behind her ears and mentally jumped. “Sounds like a good working plan. But how are you going to do all that and work full-time dock hours too?”

“I have that worked out with Oscar already. Starting from whenever he can open up the docks for freight as usual I’m taking two weeks vacation. That should let me get through the really bad stuff and anything else that decides to blow in that time.” Sarge suddenly realized he hadn’t discussed any of this with Lily. “Um, that is if it’s okay with you that I’m still hanging around here, of course.” He held his breath while watching her intently and bracing for negative impact verbally and/or physically for his oversight.

Lightly tapping her fingertips on the sides of her bowl she nodded. “Yes, it’s okay with me, as long as you still want to be hanging around here. That vacation time plan sounds good. Though it’s not much of a vacation for you, is it? Not exactly a trip to the Caribbean to get away from the snow and cold for a fun time.” Lily watched for any reaction from him regarding the indirect reference to the travel receipt in his coat pocket. He offered none that she could discern via direct observation nor her home people vibes and a certain small tight knot eased in her stomach.

“Oh I beg to differ, Lily. I’m having great fun with the whole shebang.” Unconsciously he lowered his head enough so that he was looking at her through the hair covering his eyes like a sheepdog who thought he’d narrowly escaped permanent banishment from its chosen human’s company forever. “Nasty garbarge disposal tricks aside, of course. But even those have their upsides, like baths and Lily swirlies.”

“Are you really enjoying everything, Sarge?” she said softly while glancing down into her bowl then at him then into the bowl again. “Even pushy Lily swirlies?”

Realizing she was talking about more than the work concerning the repair list, Sarge leaned slightly forward over the table. Wondering if a solid chance with Lily was now coming his way, he said, “Yes, I really am, Lily. I’m having a great time with you here in the Flats.” Seeing her sharp cheekbones suddenly flush brightly, he pushed his hair away from his eyes to keep from reaching out and touching her red streaked cheeks and said softly, “Lily, I don’t want any of it to stop: not the sharing breakfasts; not the dancing with you; not the bread baking; not the crazy repair work or minding Marianna on a tough day.”

Lily nervously twisted her fingers in her hair and smiled. “That’s good, because I’ve been having a great time having you here with me in the Flats. I don’t want any of it to stop either, Sarge.” She glanced at the list on the fridge again. “Since everything is working for both of us, then it doesn’t seem to make any sense to change things that don’t need changing, at least not to me.”

“Not to me either.” Hoping she couldn’t hear how hard his heart was pounding as he waited for her to share the rest of her thoughts, Sarge moved his hands under the table and tightly gripped his knees. “This is your home so it’s entirely your call when I stay or go.”

“You’re very welcome to keep staying here as long as we’re both agreeing with each other.” She shrugged a little and listened to her home people vibes murmuring softly. “Or whatever combination of here and your place makes sense when your vacation is over.”

“Okay, thanks, that sounds good to me.” Feeling awkward in spite of their mutual agreement, Sarge tried to find a way to create a more concrete and literal balance in the scenario.  “My place isn’t nearly as . . .  comfortable . .  as yours.  But it is a lot closer to the college. Maybe it could be useful to you somehow. There’s plenty of room for a study space all your own. Usually it’s pretty damn quiet too, even when Kozy is working on something downstairs. He won’t mind at all if you wolf howl your lungs out. Might rattle some of the guys on the docks, but hey, it would give them something different to talk about.” Sarge thought for a moment, searching for something else to offer her very practical sensibilities, he added, “There’s a bus stop close by for the long route that goes from the west end of Falls direct to M- and back. It’s easy to make a transfer connection to and from the Flats in several places.”

Understanding the balance Sarge was trying to create with the sharing of their individual spaces that he was offering her, Lily hummed with internal excitement while managing to respond calmly with quickly growing real interest. “Your place is near a bus stop for the long West-East route on the south side? That is very handy.” She tried, and uncharacteristically failed, to pin-point the stop location-based on her knowledge of the city bus system.

Encouraged by her tone and the gleam of genuine interest in her black eyes, Sarge did what he’d never dared to do in the five years he’d lived in the freight district on the second floor of Walter  Kozy’s warehouse, he invited another person, this particular woman, directly into what amounted to as his personally sacred for its highly prized privacy, living space. “When the bus routes are back on track, how about we take a ride to the freight district so you can have a look around my place? We could brainstorm some other ideas. Let’s see what works for both of us.”

Feeling suddenly oddly shy and disconcerted about this development regarding sharing his living space, Lily’s voice was hardly above a whisper when she said, “I’d like that. It’ll be like figuring out how to pool our resources with our different locations in the city.”

“Exactly.” Trying to contain his own nervous excitement, Sarge took a deep breath. “We can work things out as we go along. Switch it up until we find out what suits us both.” He waited for her to make eye contact again. “I’m game for keeping things working for both of us, if you are, Lily.”

“I am too. I’m in, Sarge.” She partly hid her smile with her hand for a few moments while quickly considering the doors that had unexpectedly opened between them. “I guess that’s settled then.”

Picking up on the fact that her voice had become quiet and soft and correctly interpreting it as an indicator of her excited yet very nervous state of mind regarding the content of their conversation and its implications for each of them, Sarge tried to put her, and himself, at ease before one or both of them began back pedaling for any number of rational reasons. “If you say it’s settled, Lily, then it is as far as I’m concerned. I meant what I said about it all working for me. Truly it is. If something isn’t working for you, just say the word and I’ll do my best to set it right.”

“Same here, Sarge. Two way street.” She walked the fingers of each hand in opposite directions towards and past each other across the table.

Sarge watched her finger action and laughed. “A two way street, eh? Do we need a stop sign or a traffic light for getting from one side to the other? I doubt either would stop you from jaywalking at will.”

Feigning innocence, Lily pointed at herself. “Me jaywalking? Never. Ah ha. You’re a very funny man, Sarge.” She pointed to the teapot nearer him for a refill of her cup.

“Apparently I have my moments according to your sense of humor.” He grinned while pouring more tea into her cup and then his own and caught sight of Mrs. Ling’s cookie recipe. “Do you think Rosa has any coconut stashed somewhere so we can try out these cookies tonight?”

“Probably. But we don’t need hers, not yet anyway, when we’ve got coconut aplenty right here, Sarge.” She pointed backwards towards the storage cabinets.

Sarge glanced at the cabinet then at the recipe. “What are we waiting for then, Lily? Let’s make some cookies.”

She got up, opened a cabinet, pulled out a large bag of shredded coconut and tossed it to him. “How about some Benny Goodman on the side? That work for you?”

“That definitely works for me, Lily.” He watched her leave the kitchen for the record player in the bookroom. When she was out of his sight, he stood up and spun around on the balls of his feet in a quick silent celebration of their agreement to continue living together and working on their evolving relationship.  Hearing static from the other room signifying the record player was now in action, Sarge froze with the realization that at this point in time he was already far beyond netting his former goal of getting to see Lily for a third or fourth time. He’d passed that goal weeks ago after the snow had first begun falling in earnest. Music came from the bookroom, but Sarge paid it no mind as Lily sauntered back into the kitchen with a preoccupied little smile on her lips. Catching his more than slightly stunned facial expression, she cocked her head to one side and came to a halt in front of him.

“You look like you’ve been hit with a dozen snowballs all at once, Sarge. What’s the matter? Shrimp lo mein, coconut cookies, Benny, and Lily more than you can handle at one time?”

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Sarge looked down at the black eyes shining up at him and gave her a wicked grin. “Careful, Missy, or you’ll find out real fast just how much I can handle all at one time.”

“Ooooo that sounds like a dare.” Lily grabbed the bag of coconut from the table and tossed it at him then followed it up with the empty Tupperware container. She was reaching for the cookie tin when he gently stayed her hand with his. Lily turned towards him and he quickly stole a light brush of a kiss on the lips then shyly backed away like a skittish deer retreating from the bright lights on a road at night. Tempted as she was to hedge him in between the kitchen window, table and sink counter with a chair to stand on in order to soundly return the favor of his affection, she paid heed to the sudden warning turn of her home people vibes and refrained from taking such an approach. Instead she smiled and blew him a kiss. “I like you too, Funny Man.” She winked and began dancing to the music while gathering the ingredients for Mrs. Ling’s cookies. A moment later he joined her efforts.

Lily smiled to herself happy in knowing that she’d read him well enough that, in spite of his verbal daring and spontaneous kiss theft, he clearly couldn’t handle more at the moment. Backing off from physically returning the kiss and letting him return from his retreat on his own was plainly the right plan of action as his quick, unhesitant jump into the cookie making preparations signified. As they moved into sync for baking and dancing, her home people vibes humming along with the music, she felt him edge a little closer physically like a wary stray cat getting comfortable with the notion of proximity to a human setting out clean water and food for it. Treating him as if he were indeed such a cat, she kept to the program with which they were both familiar and comfortable and refrained from making any sudden movements of her own, tempting as that was considering their new mutual agreement to keep doing what was working for both of them, namely living together, and expanding their domain by venturing into his living space on the other side of the city.

As she gradually added coconut to the dough Sarge was steadily mixing with a wooden spoon, Lily reflected on the information he’d shared piecemeal about his home on the second floor of the warehouse in the freight district. The main thing that came to mind was a sense of it being far enough off the city’s well beaten paths to offer privacy and peace, trains aside, yet close enough for easy access with some foresight regarding public transportation schedules. She considered the comparative lack of both privacy and peace here in the Flats and gave him credit for adapting as well he had without complaint to the local environment. Having done more than her fair share of adapting, which seemed never-ending for her, she knew how the stress of it could manifest in unexpected ways. It wouldn’t surprise her at all if that alone was responsible for his starts and stops when it came to physical closeness when they weren’t dancing or sharing a task. She factored in the intense and focused way he read, as if his mental space was his most prized possession, and thought she had a fairly good explanation for his behavior. If they ventured into deeper emotional and physical waters now, and if they had a falling out, his as well as her options for literal private physical escape from the situation in the current context were practically nil. He might sleep in the front room occupied by the back-up generator and Ricardo’s in-home warehouse of food and other supplies deemed necessary for survival in the winter months in this climate, but it was no place for him or anyone else to spend their days waiting for the city to return to enough normalcy to enable a return home. The ready rooms over at “sun rise” didn’t offer any better solution all things people context considered.

Unconsciously they leaned into and against each other while together carefully reading Mrs. Ling’s surprisingly fluent English translation of the instructions for the next steps in the recipe. After placing the cookie dough in the fridge then setting the timer, they gave their full attention to the music and put the waiting time to good use dancing.

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Lily gave herself up to the music Priest had shared with her in an effort to create for her a potential social bridge into another culture. Gran and her aging friends had joined in the music and dance efforts in order to encourage Lily and to get some sense of what Priest was trying to convey to her granddaughter. Now her home people vibes hummed with glee as Sarge, who held nothing back as a dance partner, twirled, whirled and spun her around the apartment as if this was the very best thing in the world to be doing right here and now.

Only after the coconut cookies had been baked and deemed satisfactory for first efforts with a new recipe, after they’d cleaned the kitchen, after they’d danced to the last song on the record and Sarge laid claim to the bathroom for a shower while Lily sprawled over the red velvet couch enjoying the view of the winter sky, only then did either of them take more than a moment to pause in order to reflect on their conversation over Mrs. Ling’s shrimp lo mien.

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Breakfast Special, #1  ->  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/breakfast-special/

Bread and Puppet Theater + “crisis bread” & “crying cream dreams” = Nourishment

In part to prove I still have a sense of humor, such as it may be, I offer some theatre and refreshments for your enjoyment.  Perhaps some of you will find Amy Goodman’s interview with Peter Schumann, founder of the Bread and Puppet Theater, as delightful as I did. Or not.  Schumann’s references to his own bread baking reminded me of poems I wrote for brulionmann as a result of his complaints about the state of bread–and cream– so it seemed like a great combo read meal deal.

menu:

bread poem

Band music for The Shatter

interview in three parts

short puppet clip

long variety show

cream poem

bon appetit!

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“crisis bread” 

“no money for a bread, we call that  ”crisis” ~ brulionman

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world wide tragedy

is bread

state of bread = bitch fest

gimme some goddamn real pita,

hell, some hemp too

a boatload of naan and a frying pan, please!

 a plate of roti

crisp, crunchy Italian

I’ll even take a loaf of stinky sourdough

anything but this damn white mish mash hash gumshoe shit

cornbread? really? wtf are you trying to pull on me?

bring on the challah,brioche, lavash

toss some tortillas and frybread drill team style

I’ll sell my soul for a true French baguette

a full-bodied Polish rye with some style

German pumpernickel with pump not pap

throw a roll at the wall and watch the plaster fall

a crust you peel

soak soup

bathe in butter love

plate scour

gimme some goddamned real bread

Another corporate crime against humanity

wonder

hostess

sara Lee

nature’s pride

pepperidge farm

sunbeam

holsom and all the rest of the plastic bag labels

guilty as charged

baking loaves with out heart

soul-less seeds

bakery murder in the first degree

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http://brulionman.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/sobotniej-cyklozy-napad-saturday-attack-of-cycling/#comments

Some bread and butter from Yi-Ching

http://yichinglin.com/2013/10/09/buttered/

 http://yichinglin.com/tag/bread/

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Bread and Puppet Theatre ~ Blue Sky Puppet + Mask Dance ~ July 2012

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First two acts of a Bread and Puppet Friday night show. Recorded July 2012.

First act is the blue sky puppet with clouds.
Second is the elegant masked dance.

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Bread and Puppet Circus and Pageant on Sunday, July 14. 2013

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“crying cream dreams”

cream? get real, brulionman

  brulionman get a cow.

 tie it to your bicycle

  hand school teats

seriously, get some finger action going

community uprising cream dream

cow eats sun

din din until day done

treat those teats right

milk, cream, butter, cheese

comes one happy cow

squeeze, squirt, squish

 get a Guernsey with a babe

fill a bucket

set set set

cream rises, oh hell, yeah

no, no, no to piggy fat!

real cream needs none of that!

flour? does not compute

send that shit down the garbage chute

just the cream if you please

sweet talk some butter

tease the thick from the top

sip sip sip, can’t resist

drop it in a jar

get some bike dance mojo goin’

thirty tic tocs butter glowin’

pushing creamy envelopes

cheesecloth action play

guess what you got coming days

 cheese, glorious cheese

get a cow, brulionman, no bull

you want real cream

fingers gonna need some teat pull school

No, I don’t know how to get a cow to ride a bike!

You’re on your own with that, brulionman!

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Music Theme for Sunday December 1, 2013 ~~~ Revolution

Music Theme for Sunday December 1, 2013:  Revolution

Any application of a definition of the word is on the table for exploration.

Go Political.

Go Artistic.

Go Musical.

Go Industrial.

Go Technological.

Go Scientific.

Go Spiritual.

Go Sexual.

Go Food.

Go Mental.

Go for any revolution that inspires you and uplifts your spirits. Have some FUN! 

Revolution definition–with which I’m not quite satisfied, hence my commentary.

noun

  • 1a forcible overthrow of a government or social order in favor of a new system. [I believe the Czechs in 1989 would take issue with parts of this definition as they employed NO force to oust the government. They rang their keys in the streets by the thousands. Among other things that spilled no blood and committed no forcible acts of any violence.]
  •  (the Revolution) the American Revolution. [Obviously NOT the only apparently ‘positive’ Revolutions to ever take place in the world.]
  •  (often the Revolution) (in Marxism) the class struggle that is expected to lead to political change and the triumph of communism. [Take note of the employment of the word ‘often’ and ‘communism’–I consider this an outdated assumption. But that’s just my view of things.]
  •  a dramatic and wide-reaching change in the way something works or is organized or in people’s ideas about it:marketing underwent a revolution [Well, marketing isn’t an awful example, it’s just very limited, isn’t it?]
  • 2an instance of revolving:one revolution a second [I think these three are pretty straightforward and free of bias. How about you?]
  •  the movement of an object in a circular or elliptical course around another or about an axis or center:observing the revolution about the axis of rotation
  •  a single orbit of one object around another or about an axis or center.

Online source   http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/definition/american_english/revolution

Tracy Chapman’s take on Revolution.

Note:  Don’t bother arguing–I’m in Control here–sort of. Let’s define control, shall we?

Note to Note: No one has to be on time.

Note to Note Again: Everyone is welcome to join in — or  not. No pressure. No pressure.

Musical Theme: Fire Ascent to the Higher Realms ~~ Sort of Sure Something Here Could Offend Someone Somewhere But Hear’s Hoping Not.

Okay, well, after a technical ‘fail’  this post is back–almost–minus one until found again. Definitely without all my chatter about it –for the moment.

Yes, this is the Ascent for Fire. I guess the first posting effort ascended somewhere other than ‘here.’

Now, interesting side notes to this post that doesn’t want to stay grounded:–I selected these pieces first. But my commentary for those other selections in that other post was completed first. Not sure I want to start reading anything into any of this, but it might be telling–or not.

For now.

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Mythical conceptualization of Fire.

Grandmother Spider Steals Fire   ~~ Choctaw Creation Story

Rene Rismondo·

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Fantasy Film Conceptualization of Fire. The Fire of creation in producing art and music.  Not to mention the fact that Ed Sheeran has FIRE red hair.  Yeah, he’s a Fire-Child for sure.

Ed Sheeran ~ I See Fire  ~ The Hobbit,  Desolation of Smaug

Peter Jackson

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Spiritual Conceptualization of Fire.

Serpent of Fire

Raven Lythrum

Lyrics
Serpent of Fire
Lyrics by Ricky Asmodeous and Raven Lythrum
Composed by Raven Lythrum

Your presence magnifies
A journey that shall not repeat
Part of it is you, and all of it is me
A potent energy, that set’s my wings free
I fly without thinking, you’ve set me free

Light all the embers
Set there a fire
Deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Drown me in water
My soul has grown dire
deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Is the serpent of fire

As I calm my mind I ascend
Burning on without an end
The seals have been torn away
I feel the heat and consummate
Through serpents eyes I rise, ignoring outside lies
Turning the led to gold, breaking the enemies hold

Light all the embers
Set there a fire
Deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Drown me in water
My soul has grown dire
deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Is the serpent of fire

The serpent shall blend and will mend
My mind as my soul ascends
The lies have been cleared from my path
So don’t run away from the past

Light all the embers
Set there a fire
Deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Drown me in water
My soul has grown dire
deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Is the serpent of fire

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Getting up close and very personal dancing with fire.

Spiral Fire Dance 

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http://www.spiralcircusarts.com ::: Spiral performing acrobatics, fire wand, single, and double fire hoops at the European Juggling Convention’s Fire Gala Show on August 4, 2012, held in the lovely castle plaza in Lublin, Poland.

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Concrete Conceptualization of Fire.

Adele~ Set Fire to the Rain  ~ Fire on ice? Why not? Let’s mix our elements why don’t we? Some water, some hot skating on ice and a passionate song. Oh this fire and rain does not flow according that by Mr. Jimmy Taylor.

Rebecca Neudorfer

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Flame Dance

Two flames dance into the night One steps to the left, the other leaps right Winds of change provide food for flight No way of knowing what sparks may ignite

Separating… merging… as if on cue Dressed in golds and red-hot blues Tempestuous, breath-taking, move after move No plan, no rehearsal… It’s die or do

Each step, each flame, fueled by desire She builds him up, he lifts her higher Mesmerized gazes wonder what will transpire Will they simply burn out? or spread like wildfire?

breathe in….           step left…. breathe out….            leap higher

                      breathe in….                              burn out….                        breathe in….                               burn brighter

~smj

[For some reason this is not appearing as it does at SMJ’s blogcasa. but I think this physical shape is very interesting. For the original form as intended by the poet herself look here—>> http://samanthamariahjane.wordpress.com/2010/06/16/flame-dance/ ]

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Conceptualization of the Fire of love.

June Carter Cash ~ Ring of Fire 

Most people associate this song with Johnny Cash. I connect it with June because it is her creation.  Interesting how the singer goes ‘down’ while the flames go ‘higher’.

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Conceptualization of Concrete Fire literally in the hole— as in the coal mine along with inspiration, protest against exploitation, fire inside and out and deep in the ground.

Hazel Dickens  ~ Fire in the Hole

More about that coal fire issue regarding energy and music:  Rock Music and Solar Panels –pop rock music makes them work ‘better’–who knew? 🙂  http://climatecrocks.com/2013/11/22/here-comes-the-sun-rock-music-jumpstarts-solar-panels/

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Links to other Musical Theme Players:

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-burn/

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/musical-themes-grandmother-fire-smolder/

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-smoke/

Bear

Willow

D.S. Nelson

Deborah

Johnny  http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/grandmother-fire-musing-theme-november-22/

Hmm, why didn’t I “do” any smoke? What’s that lack tell about me? I guess I go for the hot stuff?

Fire: A Musical Descent Into the Lower Realms. Some What For Mentally Mature Audiences Only, A.K.A Those Not Easily Offended.

Whatever goes up must go down and whatever goes down must go up. Right? Huh? Yeah, for the sake of stairs and ladders which usually go in both directions, unless they’re the escalator steps in the Hungarian film Kontroll –no one knows where those escalators really go.

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Anyway, fire burns up and down. If you’re a good fire-keeper then some down time embers go up again with some well blown O2. Are things getting out of hand here? Noooooo way. Or maybe by the end of the post things might be a tad untidy? 

Blame this all on the chocolate-coconut-pecan taco. If you don’t know what that is hit the search box for another kind of breakfast special.

Oh I should never have posted that cartoon… Okay, on with the shows.

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Science Fiction ~ Fantasy Film conceptualization of Fire Breathing, another form of Fire Inside.

Reign of Fire music BURN! by Mad at Gravity

Ns Jones·

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Concrete and sound wave conceptualization of Fire: 

Theme from Twin Peaks ~ Fire Walk with Me  ~music by Angelo Badalamenti

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Twin Peaks–a story about an investigation into murder, sex and mayhem. Oh, and let’s not forget the cherry pie.

Intermission / an unresistable aside

Speaking of  Cherry Pie ~ Warrant 

adamlep ‘s tribute to Agent Cooper and Audrey.

Ahhhhh heavy sigh.

Hey, pies are baked in ovens which have heat, which technically speaking equals FIRE.

Besides, Cooper and Audrey have plenty of FIRE all by themselves.

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame  Hellfire  theme.  Oh time for some sin that leads to Fire.

Peidmonte89

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Whose ready for some comic relief? I am! I am! Go Boss, Go! Oh aren’t they just adorable?

Bruce Springsteen ~ Fire

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Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band.
Toronto July 26th 1984

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Hmm, why? Reason one: Black and white film. Reason two: Leather pants. Reason three: Let’s vote, is Jim high as a kite or not? Reason four: For the sheer hell of it. Reason five: I’ve got a thing for the keyboard man. Yeah, right. Reason six: People in the audience get to scream~squeal into the mic. Reason seven: Girl follows Jim under the stage. Yes, under the stage.

The Doors  ~ Light My Fire,  live 1968

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Electric Six is here because, well damn it, I’ve had to listen to this song by Electric Six a lot by default. By default, I mean that it’s a favorite of someone in my abode and hence is played OFTEN.  What’s the point of demanding and support freedom of thought and expression if you don’t follow through in your own home domain? Not much in my opinion. After years of exposure to the song and the video it was no surprise to moi that Danger! High Voltage came immediately to my brain-pan when I read that Bear’s theme choice was Fire. Honestly, “Fire in the disco!” was instantly on the scene.  It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but it has been listened to and viewed with many cups of tea at hand for perhaps its number one fan with a mouse at their disposal.  I have no idea what Grandmother Fire would make of this video beyond the fact that, yeah it is base human nature to “keep starting fires.”

Note: “Play” at your risk, potentially offensive language and image contents for some sensibilities. Or maybe not?

Electric Six  ~Danger! High Voltage  

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Next, so much for The Good Old Days– Not so much, methinks.

Note: Very Strong offensive language content.   What do you expect from a song about going to hell? Polite conversation? Not here. Not now. Not today, anyway.

Nick Cave ~ Fire Down Below, from Rogues Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys, ANTI- 2006.

Liner notes by Anti-: http://www.anti.com/catalog/view/67/P…
A popular pumping chantey, this was actually the last chantey sung aboard a commercial British square-rigger, by Stan Hugill in 1929, as the barque Garthpool was pumped out for the last time. There are a number of versions, and in some the “fire down below” is more explicitly a reference to venereal disease.

ANTI, real artists creating records on their own terms –>>  http://www.anti.com/

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How to Use a Fire Extinguisher

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Links to other players with Musica Themes:

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-burn/

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/musical-themes-grandmother-fire-smolder/

Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-smoke/

Willow

D.S. Nelson

Deborah

Johnny  http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/grandmother-fire-musing-theme-november-22/

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Hmm, no smoke and ashes here. Does that mean something is still burning? I guess so.

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