There's a Signpost in Heaven, or: Sixty-Nine Today!
The traditional Egoslavian Holy Day birthday post!
My favorite Richard Thompson song ▲ My Richard Thompson stories (including Richard and Linda live and fighting at The Bayou) and boatload of songs - solo, Fairport Convention, w Linda, etc - HERE.
Careful with your punctuation there, old boy. With the exclamation point after the colon, it reads more like an imperative. Not that that's a bad thing.
My fave of course is '52 Vincent Black Lightning. Updated murder ballad par excellence.
I love RT, seen him solo or w band more than anyone but The Dead (and it's close), I swear, I *never* want to hear 52 VBL *OR* "Beeswing* for the rest of eternity, Amen.
He's either just been or is playing Birchmere solo, $80 a pop. To be honest, because in no small part of the sentiment expressed in first sentence, I'll only do RT Band these days. I don't begrudge him the money, but I don't want to spend it to hear solo "52VBL" and "Beeswing" for umpthmillionth time.
3)over at ian welsh's place the host and commenters are overcome with pessimism about the fate of civilization, our species, the entire biosphere - in response i quoted this parable/joke/teaching story allegedly from the sufi tradition [and notice what sort of things are said to amuse his majesty] - as chuck berry put it in a song, "it goes to show you never can tell"*
Nasrudin was caught in the act and sentenced to die. Hauled up before the king, he was asked by the Royal Presence: “Is there any reason at all why I shouldn’t have your head off right now?” To which he replied: “Oh, King, live forever! Know that I, the mullah Nasrudin, am the greatest teacher in your kingdom, and it would surely be a waste to kill such a great teacher. So skilled am I that I could even teach your favorite horse to sing, given a year to work on it.” The king was amused, and said: “Very well then, you move into the stable immediately, and if the horse isn’t singing a year from now, we’ll think of something interesting to do with you.”
As he was returning to his cell to pick up his spare rags, his cellmate remonstrated with him: “Now that was really stupid. You know you can’t teach that horse to sing, no matter how long you try.” Nasrudin’s response: “Not at all. I have a year now that I didn’t have before. And a lot of things can happen in a year. The king might die. The horse might die. I might die.
Careful with your punctuation there, old boy. With the exclamation point after the colon, it reads more like an imperative. Not that that's a bad thing.
ReplyDeleteMy fave of course is '52 Vincent Black Lightning. Updated murder ballad par excellence.
I love RT, seen him solo or w band more than anyone but The Dead (and it's close), I swear, I *never* want to hear 52 VBL *OR* "Beeswing* for the rest of eternity, Amen.
DeleteHe's either just been or is playing Birchmere solo, $80 a pop. To be honest, because in no small part of the sentiment expressed in first sentence, I'll only do RT Band these days. I don't begrudge him the money, but I don't want to spend it to hear solo "52VBL" and "Beeswing" for umpthmillionth time.
1) following youtube links i came to richard thompson playing tunes i knew - he's really good
ReplyDelete2)speaking of the jazz-folk group pentangle, how about the rare and valuable mammal that has a somewhat similar name, the pangolin?
https://www.theguardian.com/environment/world-on-a-plate/2015/feb/20/critically-endangered-pangolins-rescued-then-sold-as-food
3)over at ian welsh's place the host and commenters are overcome with pessimism about the fate of civilization, our species, the entire biosphere - in response i quoted this parable/joke/teaching story allegedly from the sufi tradition [and notice what sort of things are said to amuse his majesty] - as chuck berry put it in a song, "it goes to show you never can tell"*
Nasrudin was caught in the act and sentenced to die. Hauled up before the king, he was asked by the Royal Presence: “Is there any reason at all why I shouldn’t have your head off right now?” To which he replied: “Oh, King, live forever! Know that I, the mullah Nasrudin, am the greatest teacher in your kingdom, and it would surely be a waste to kill such a great teacher. So skilled am I that I could even teach your favorite horse to sing, given a year to work on it.” The king was amused, and said: “Very well then, you move into the stable immediately, and if the horse isn’t singing a year from now, we’ll think of something interesting to do with you.”
As he was returning to his cell to pick up his spare rags, his cellmate remonstrated with him: “Now that was really stupid. You know you can’t teach that horse to sing, no matter how long you try.” Nasrudin’s response: “Not at all. I have a year now that I didn’t have before. And a lot of things can happen in a year. The king might die. The horse might die. I might die.
“And, who knows? Maybe the horse will sing.”
*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsQf7iogd7c