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The thing that has fascinated me most in life is Time, the passage of it and my relationship to it as I age.
I was born in 1957; the first artificial satellite, Sputnik, was put into orbit by the Commies and set off a panic here....the first Pink Flamingo lawn ornament rolled off the assembly line, and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" was first published, by Dr. Seuss, Burt Bacharach joined with lyracist Hal David to create some wonderful songs and five days after I was born, John Lennon was introduced to Paul McCartney (!)
Things that matter most to me are family, friends, my kitty kats, plants, art, making art....laughing and making friends laugh, continuing to find peace of mind. I see affirmation posts on Tumblr esp by young folks and I wish them luck with this one....it's probably more of a life-long journey than something we magically happen upon.
I love the plant world, and feel an kinship, as if I actually were one. They're the other major form of life we share this planet with, but very few of our race treat them with the dignity and respect they deserve.
We hear of animal rights, thank God, but not enough of plant rights.
I remind people: we need them, for the air we breathe and the food we eat, they're not dependent upon us!
So sit back and enjoy one man's musings on the world of plants, cats, stories of my lifetime, and of course my manly man beard and its history.
Thanks for visiting.
"Where or When" is a song by the team of Rogers and Hart. Lorenz Hart was a gifted lyricist, who happened to be gay, and wrote lyrics to some of the most beautiful love songs I've ever heard. The wonderful melodies were composed by Richard Rogers, before he teamed up with Hammerstein.
Artist: The Beatles Track: Things We Said Today Album: 45 rpm single Year: 1964 Theme: He Said She Said
Haven’t heard this one in years. So pleasant to sing.
I was only seven but I remember being immersed in the Beatles’ first two hits, in 1964; you really couldn’t avoid their music—-pop music wasn’t as diverse/fragmented as it is today.
It wasn’t until I was 14 in 1971 that I started to listen to every album. At the time I thought I had missed the boat ‘cause they had already broken up. One year doesn’t seem like such a long time anymore!
A song about Rembrandt’s “The Night Watch”, which isn’t the true title of the work but centuries of yellowing and darkening paints and varnish make it appear to be at night. The composer notes this in his lyrics.
A slice from my life:
Forty years hence this melody,
A young man of seventeen,
Discovering paints with oily sheen,
His head filled with art history and grandiosity.
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine, The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime, That golden light all grimy now, Three hundred years have passed, The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast.
The artist knew their faces well, The husbands of his lady friends, His creditors and councillors, In armour bright, the merchant men.
Official moments of the guild, In poses keen from bygone days, The city fathers frozen there, Upon the canvas dark with age.
The smell of paint, a flask of wine, And turn those faces all to me, The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft, And Dutch respectability.
They make their entrance one by one, Defenders of that way of life, The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie, Guitar lessons for the wife.
So many years we suffered here, Our country racked with Spanish wars, Now comes a chance to find ourselves, And quiet reigns behind our doors, We think about posterity again.
And so the pride of little men, The burghers good and true, Still living through the painter’s hand, Request you all to understand.