who knows

 

Dear Time,

Here is your song for today.  It's unbearably beautiful, so if you aren't in the mood, in the space, for a further breaking of your trampled heart, don't listen to it.  I think I will even offer you an alternate track; here you go, my fragile ones!

Understand me now.

Dear Record Player,

Listen to this terrific song, which has been pared down so elegantly, so intensely, by Nina Simone.  It's your song for today.

Music from the movies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Tuneful,

 

Your song for today, brought to you by Radio Dodo.  This second tune is another composed and written by Dimitri Tiomkin and Ned Washington.  I note, sometimes in this world, a discomfort in pathos or anguish in music; the listener finds it 'corny.'  Be warned, then, of corn, because I just adore this song, as do Duane Eddy, Connie Francis, and Frankie Laine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Listen to This.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Eared,

 

My dj brought me to this song a few evenings ago-  Don't you love the jangling bells and the rinky-tinky wall of sound redux?  And how about that Jackson Miriam Makeba Mahalia Jackson Nina Simone voice?  Nothing at all wrong with that!  If your dj don't play Mahalia, Miriam or Nina, y'all better turn your dials.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mojo Dust.

Dear Friends,

Do you remember when we wanted to be magicians?  To amaze with sleight of hand, to defy perception?  I put a spell on you, and I practiced, and I had a top-notch deck of trick cards, but I also had sloppy hands and poor showpersonship, and so I sleight, defy, and amaze by following another shamanistic path:  the way of the artist.  I have never regretted my decision to be a artist/magician, but watching these three clips gave me a little pang; a small yen to be a magician/artist.