Sea Cruise.

Sea chanty.

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

Sea ballad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Stormy Weather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stormy Weather.

Wonders Will Never Cease.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Day, Another Song.

Dear Ready,

Another lovely song, that my DJ played for me, and I will now play for you.  Won't you join my all-girl band?  You don't have to be a girl, even, if you don't want to.  This is the song we are practicing this week:  I Still Miss Someone.  We still need more people for backing vocals, cowbells, and maracas. 




I Still Miss Someone
Recorded by Johnny Cash
written by Johnny Cash and Ray Cash Jr.



C              F          G7
At my door the leaves are falling
    F         G7        C
The cold wild wind will come
                 F    G7
Sweethearts walk by together
    F       G7       C
And I still miss someone

         F    G7
I go out on a party
    F          G7     C
And look for a little fun
             F        G7
But I find a darkened corner
        F       G7       C
Because I still miss someone

  F         G7         C
I never got over those blues eyes
  F        G7    C
I see them everywhere
  F          G7        C
I miss those arms that held me
     F       G7       C
When all the love was there

         F        G7
I wonder if she's sorry
    F            G7    C
For leaving what we'd begun
                F      G7
There's someone for me somewhere
    F       G7       C
And I still miss someone




PS
Bring a tuxedo for the performances.  We'll want to look sharp, too. 

Near & Dear.

Dear Everyone,

You know, some of you, that I love to send you a postcard, now and then, and a very few of you know, that I have felt rather old, dusty and antiquated for my efforts.  Why, I wonder, do the things we love to do become, sometimes, resented, useless, empty burdens?  Well, this is the kind of rhetorical question that might be perfect for a postcard, but, who shall receive it?

I got the horse right here, his name is Paul Revere.  By that, I mean, can do, can do.  Cast your eyes this way, folks:  Postcrossing!  Yes, this was made for you and me, sans doute!

I am running to my pen, cards, and stamps!  You will be hearing from me, and soon!

PS
The Fugue for Tinhorns is a lodestar for me, a constant inspiration, so let's hear it just once more.

Song of the Day!

Dear Sister-Listeners,

Listen to this song today, and sing it as your anthem all week!  Yes, you can sing it, please do sing it!  It isn't about how it sounds to anyone- you want to sing this for how it will make you feel:  Like the wind blowing hard up the face of the bluff, and you stand on its edge, looking out over half the world.

Summer Monsoon.

Dear Sky-Watchers,

The word monsoon is as lovely to say as it is to see in the dramatic, dark and wide skies associated with our own ersatz monsoon weather.  I say ersatz, because the weather science folks are divided as to whether our regional incomplete wind reversal truly counts as a monsoon.  See some of the details of the debate here, and here.  I offer the word, then, and this image, for pure enjoyment, and we will leave precision out of it for today.