“I can think of no more stirring symbol of man’s humanity to man than a fire engine”
. . . Kurt Vonnegut
No argument from me!
. . . Kurt Vonnegut
No argument from me!
With the recent (and current) hurricanes, earthquakes and other stuff, it might be easy to overlook that tomorrow marks another anniversary of the attacks on September 11, 2001.
I’m publishing this a day early, just in case we lose power overnight. For those of you seeing this on FB, Twitter, Linkedin, it will best be read by going to the blog as there are several links embedded that will help tell the story.
If you are old enough to remember September 11, 2001, you will never forget where you were, what you were doing and the dread you felt in your heart.
I have written several columns about that day. This is the one that tells the story best.
I encourage you to watch and listen to Jessica Locke’s “Reading of The Names” at the end of that page. It’s not what you think and I promise you will never forget it.
Worth re-blogging because it really is a miracle.
When the first teeth appear, these little stones slowly pushed up through the child’s red gums, appearing at first like sharp little points, then standing there like miniature white towers in the mouth, it is hard not to be astonished, for where do they come from? Nothing that enters the baby, mostly milk but also a little mashed banana and potato, bears the slightest resemblance to teeth, which in contrast to the food are hard. Yet this must be what happens – that certain substances are extracted from this partly liquid, partly soft nourishment and transported to the jaws, where they are assembled into the material used to make teeth. But how? That skin and flesh, nerves and sinews are formed and grow is perhaps just as great a mystery, but it doesn’t feel that way. The tissue is soft and living, the cells stand open to each other and to…
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As I awoke this morning, one of the first thoughts of the new day was that I forgot to add this song to the “Storm preparedness” list yesterday.
Why I woke up thinking about the blog? I do not know.
The forecast keep getting better for us here in the Aiken-Augusta area and it looks like we will have nothing more than a breezy, rainy and cool Monday. OK, that might be somewhat of an understatement, but it’s better than it was.
There has always been some disagreement regarding who was the better REO Speedwagon singer, Michael Murphy (shown below) or Kevin Cronin, who still fronts the band today? Personally, I like both of them. One of my favorite live albums, (as illustrated on my top 20 “Live” albums of all time) has Kevin at the helm.
The title of this post refers to the line Kevin uses to begin the introduction to Ridin The Storm Out, the last song of each show.
It was around the time of the video below that I first saw REO and it is possible, that this can be the video that I saw late one Saturday night in 1974 (age 14) while babysitting a neighbor. Regardless, I heard Gary (RIP) play this song and I was hooked.
What music are you listening to today?
. . . ‘cuz it’s coming your way”
I’m keeping in tune with today’s “storm” theme.
From 1974. I remember talking my parents into buying this album as a Christmas present and I listened to it again and again and again. This is such a tight record. Blackmore and the late, Jon Lord just have at it on this one.
The title track from Stormbringer. (The studio version superimposed with concert footage)
“And the weatherman says something’s on the move. . .”
From the Stormwatch Album.
I was not able to find an acceptable live performance, but here is the studio version with lyrics below.
Drummers, please note the judicious use of cowbell.
She wore a black tiara
Rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters
Where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning
Of the new wastes of winter
Gathering royal momentum
On the icy road.
With chill mists swirling
Like petticoats in motion
Sighted on horizons
For ten thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds
A deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking children lost
In melting crystal tears.
Capturing black pieces
In a glass-fronted museum
The white queen rolls
On the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys
Pausing briefly in the corries
The Ice-Mother mates
And a new age is born.
Driving all before her
Her cold creaking mass
Follows reindeer down.
Thin spreading fingers seek
To embrace the sill-warm bundles
That huddle on the doorsteps
Of a white London Town.
Oh, sunshine take me now away from here
I’m a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something’s on the move.
“I am just a dreamer and you are just a dream”
As all eyes (at least in this part of the country) are on Irma, I figured this might be an appropriate distratction. Maybe the first of a few as another hurricane song just came to mind.
Current forecast, subject to change, includes winds 50-70 mph for us on Monday.