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It’s Always The Poet Than Tells Us — If Only We Would Listen!   1 comment

Whether they write it,

read it or sing it

we could see the future 

if only we would listen

to the poets!

— kenne

“Everybody Look What’s Going Down”   6 comments

Occupy EverythingSource — Wikimedia Commons

For those of us who grew up in the 1960’s, there is much to remember. For me, it was the draft, war, motorcycles, Playboy, love, demonstrations, flower children, and of course, the music. Many songs carried the message of the times.

One such song was Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth.” Over the years the song has been covered many times and the words still ring true, even more so today.

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

It’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away

We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

— Stephen Stills  

 

The Blues Is In The Air   Leave a comment

music-explosion-bluetone-blog-art“The Blues Is In the Air” — Computer Art by kenne

. . . somewhere around the bend

Do you hear it?
See it coming?
Coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Gently,
as on Kiko feet
coming,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Cat whispers
peacefully moving the trees
longing to be heard,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Is it real?
Or only a hypnotic beat,
of the dark rhythm,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

So soothing, so real,
let mesmerizing,
creating visions of hope,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Listen to the stories
without them
life is pointless,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

See it?
Not if you don’t feel it
linking the mind’s destination,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

So, relax,
come with me,
catch the blue train,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Time’s wasting,
Don’t hesitate!
Opportunity is on the move,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

If you feel it
you can see it
in the mind’s eye,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

So, catch the blue train,
ride the edge,
see tomorrow’s vision,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Locomotion,
a blues riff,
Coltrane changes,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Face to face with humanity,
going all the way
to the end of the track,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Forget the plans
of broken dreams,
seek the truth,
somewhere,
somewhere around the bend.

Smokes rising
signaling a change,
if you are riding
The last train to Clarksville…

Memphis,

Chicago,

somewhere,

somewhere around the bend.

kenne

 

The People Know, It’s Winter In America and I’m Looking for Some Rain   Leave a comment

ct-gil-scott-heron01-art-blogGill Scott-Heron — Grunge Art by kenne

Gil Scott-Heron was a soul and jazz poet, musician, and author known as one of the most important progenitors of rap music,  aggressive, no-nonsense street poetry that inspired a legion of intelligent rappers. He has been called ‘the black Bob Dylan.’

WINTER IN AMERICA

From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain

Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can’t stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America

The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it’s hoping
Hoping for some rain

And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
It’s winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It’s winter, Lord knows
It’s winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save

— Gill Scott-Heron

If you are interested in some great music, damn good poetry and a little history of this nation, check out the video — it’s all about holding on to your dreams.

Lodge Between Rainer Maria Rilke and Ray Wylie Hubbard   Leave a comment

Somewhere between reading Rainer Maria Rilke and listening to Ray Wylie Hubbard’s CD, “The Grifter’s Hymnal,” the following just flowed out — as usual, no rewrite, you get what you see.

THE BODY SLOWS ME DOWN

The body slows me down,
but the blood still flows,
the soul hasn’t slowed
fostering a deep and
necessary intimacy with life.

The body slows me down,
but I count my blessing
without a 60-cycle hum,
freed from habitual
trains of thought.

The body slows me down,
but the poets still, please
with a taste of bittersweet chocolate,
burning through the words
manifested in music.

The body slows me down,
but my mind leads the
way to an enigmatic mystery,
seeking a Rilke Maria’s moment
freed by Ray Wylie’s applause.

The body slows me  down,
but I keep running
from the ghosts that
keep on coming
around the bend.

The body slows me down,
but its dividing outline
is no longer there
providing a membrane
between inner and outer worlds.

The body slows me down,
but I can still hum 
Polk Salad Sally,
framing cosmic image
descending from invisible heights.

The body slows me down,
but I still use my imagination
to inspire conscious thinking,
allowing “the damn fox
do what a damn fox does.”

kenne

“The days I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations, I have really good days.”
— Ray Wylie Hubbard

 

La Fiesta de Guadalupe Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Domingo DeGrazia Spanish Guitar Band — Images by kenne

On December 18th, the  DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun hosted La Fiesta de Guadalupe. This annual festival honors Mexico’s patron saint, Our Lady of Guadalupe, with music, dancing, and performances including mariachi bands, folkloric dancers, the Yaqui Deer Dancers and Domingo DeGrazia’s Spanish-guitar band. Domingo is the son of Ettore “Ted” DeGrazia Tucson’s most famous and no doubt most prolific artist.

— kenne

DeGrazia Spanish Band Video

“A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”   Leave a comment

Tom Russell posted the following on Facebook and I felt a need to share it — a collaborative effort of three great singer-songwriters:

“Exciting news….we were walking through the old Greenwich Village this afternoon, vastly changed, and I thought – “it would be great to do an album release show at The Bitter End.” So we walked into The Bitter End, and out walks the owner. He warms up to us and I tell him I used to work there every Sunday…so we might hook the opening gig there for the next album release tour.
Maybe a return to The Bitter End! Lets make Greenwich Village great again! This is Lucinda Williams and myself doing Bob Dylan‘s “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall” off of the record “Mesabi.” All records and books: www.fronterarecords.com
Your reporter for Nova Beat at the corner of Bleecker and MacDougal….”

Posted December 10, 2016 by kenneturner in Information, Music

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