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Gypsy
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Nov 20, 2012 - 09:10am PT
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And myself--well, one of my favorite things to do these days is to travel to Corsica and photograph the two brothers in my favorite music group of all time--I Muvrini. They used the photos I took of them for their new CD, Imaginà. Anyway, with my permission, a woman contacted me about making a video of one of their songs with my portraits of the leader of the band, Jean-François Bernardini. Here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sih__i97Sgg&feature=fvwrel
Sorry I don't know how to embed the video directly into the thread
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:18pm PT
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Way the hey are you on about, Gypsy? You did just what you needed to do. No sweat, Sweetheart of the Radio.
You have another ardent admirer, el Jefe, the Rev. He was just here for about 90 minutes looking at OUR MASTERPIECE (his words). He had to listen to Musical Migrations, too. Poor sod. He's going home to Greeley Hill and Denise with his head stuck in a place somewhere between Mt. Lyell and your right and left breasts. Sorry, he's the Rev, and he never lies.
I do, but not he. Hee-hee! You are just the best for old bones to perk up. Jeff's stress level's high right now, with Lem in the home, and Betty just was diagnosed with a distal hernia. Yikes! His sister Julie, who baked at Degnan's too before she worked at a real job at the locge, is coming down tonight to take over for him at the family home. He's been there the whole month and has been up to see Denise only twice. Highly stressed, he is. He needed Jeffreshment and you helped BIGTIME, kid. So a big thank you, RadioLady.
He mentioned that the photo you and he are in together is at the Visitor's Center at TM, not the Tuolumne Lodge, whatever. He was really delighted to see some of Old Mattress-Face, Dick Ellsworth, too. And Matt. And Pat. And Sheila. And Debbie Bird. He had similar results with Little Debbie to mine. Just sayin'.
He wished you a Happy Thanksfuture and a Merry Crustchove. He said thank you for the memories. I gave him a Entrance Exam on the use of the PC and he had his moments. He's on the road to the 21st Century, could become one of the leaders of the same if he dressed more like Mitt. Hey, again, I'm just sayin'.
VOTE FOR REVEREND MATHIS AND SAVE YOUR SOUL. Send cash, check, or M.O. now.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:39pm PT
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OK, Gypsy and friends,
it's time for a change-up, a new thing to clear the cobs and thank our Gypsy Girl. When she visits Iberia, or the coastal areas of France or goes to La Corse, does she see rock climbers in action? Probably, but they are not so impressive in Lycra and helmets as was Hamm in his ultra-alpinist's red hat and baggy sweater.
So we gotts do something for her to thank her for the wonderful photos.
Here's one way. Our friend from Oslo, Marlow, has started a thread today on some miserable Frog creeks in the Marshay area, vaguely to the south of France. My idea is to go to Portugal and Spain for some REAL climbing. Hey, it's away from the gear-eating saltwater.
Sabroso!
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:44pm PT
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Montserrat.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 05:48pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 06:18pm PT
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I can see Ron Cagle in lycra.
Jerry Anderson, probably at a Halloween party, never on a crag.
Cagle's would have dark doobie holes, be torn and he'd likely team it up with a "matching" flannel plaid shirt...
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Gypsy
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:29pm PT
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Funny you should mention Portugal. My grandparents (all four of them immigrated to U.S. from the Azores Islands). I have been trying to talk my sisters into a reverse migration. Let us go back there and live, I say!
But Corsica is a granite island with beautiful mountains that rise from sea level with magical names like Monte Cintu and Paglia D'Orba. I spend a good deal of time walking in the mountains listening to the silence. I know that people climb there but I have not met any of the climbers. I have met the shepherds, the cheesemakers, the singers, the knife makers, the bell makers, the poets.
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Gypsy
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:31pm PT
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Gypsy
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Nov 20, 2012 - 07:33pm PT
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SCseagoat
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Santa Cruz
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Nov 20, 2012 - 09:54pm PT
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I LOVE this thread. Just wonderful. Oh boy, that wild turkey, made me homesick. Grew up in Western Pa and Thanksgiving was "going out back and shooting a bird". They are beautiful. Shoulda been the national bird.
Keep it going, enjoying this so much!
Susan
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 20, 2012 - 11:10pm PT
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I so thank you, I really do because it means a lot to so many. Magnify that by the generations and they increase exponentially, these little cliques of climbers from every state in the US and province in Canada, especially. I sure don't want to forget Borut and Marlow, either.
I am one of those people who generally get by. I didn't work hard enough to get ahead far, nor am I fat. I take what's given gladly with joy...
This afternoon the Key Club from the high school delivered a turkey and fixings. I got my State ID renewed. I had several deightful converstions with my sister and with Ike and the Rev's mom, Betty. I walked over thirty blocks, slow. My knees and concrete don't mix. But I feel good. Plus Bevin, my daughter is coming tomorrow to spend the day with me, and bringing my EX, Dolores. Are you ready for that, Gypsy, and they'll be here just as you air your Musical Migrations show tomorrow. Wed. 1-4 pm
http://www.ashevillefm.org/musical-migrations
It was a fine day and tomorrow's going to be the same, ex-wife (and her sister Val) will come to see me, I'll show them how the old places have changed, get a look at the UC, and maybe have time for some chess. Dolores and I used to play chess back before TV was invented.
My climbing light's been relit like old TAD and the fire's still burning in old RON and It's With Great Pleasure that I announce that the Rev and I had a small executive session--who knows where Larry is, Mark's probably in SF, but can't be located, and John Yeates is somewhere between Virginia City and Timbuktu, and Throwpie does anything the Rev suggests with little questioning--so they can't put in, and the time has come today to announce that Ron Anderson wil be invited to take the place of Millis. Randy's place is ably filled by the peripatetic one, the Gypsy.
This tread is going to stay awile. We just now passed two hundred posts, and that's big compared to the rest of the threads I haveinitiated. Askany editor worth a darn and they will take a human interest tale over a political story most any day, unless it's a real big cheese. And sports, well, we are and we aren't a sport, so, this type thread is more appealing to the general public.
At this moment I want to thank Joe Fitschen, whose invluence here, is not marginal, but very real. I have learned a lot about story-telling from that masterful maker of myth. So thanks, Joe, and all, and have a gluttonous Thanksgiving, but one without too many ingredients with Genetically Modified foods, OK? Except for the turkeys. They're pretty much GM-ed more than any food in the world! Hah!
I had to stick that in, neebee. You've scared me off most foods. Riley would be proud!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Nov 21, 2012 - 01:40am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
as to your quote:
i really like this:
I spend a good deal of time walking in the mountains listening to the silence. I know that people climb there but I have not met any of the climbers. I have met the shepherds, the cheesemakers, the singers, the knife makers, the bell makers, the poets
the life of the hills, :)
say, mouse...
i enjoyed seeing that part about playing chess/checkers?, instead of tv,
:)
ohmy, gm foods, who would have ever thought, way back in our-and-folks' day...
i always innocently just thought food would just be: plain simple god-made food :O
well, i been babysitting these last nights, while fighting a cold from one of the kids, way earlier on, :O
so i have been missing all the taco reads...
saw a few new neat looking things up...
there's soooo much that i want to go read and visit, but i need to
go sleep so i can finish some paintings, :)
i WILL get back here this weekend, :)
well--saturday, AFTER i babysit again, :))
i bumped the secret santa...
and that was about it, for tonight, :)
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Gypsy
Social climber
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Nov 23, 2012 - 10:19am PT
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Gypsy
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Nov 23, 2012 - 10:22am PT
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Mouse, Annie Ebrel is one of my favorite Breton singers. I hope to travel to Brittany soon--perhaps next year. I have a friend who has a house there and another friend who has a friend who has an oyster farm. It is said to have the most wonderful light and of course, for me that is what photography is all about--the light.
I try to avoid genetically modified foods whenever possible but sometimes they are not always labeled as such. And of course as kids, we certainly ate our share of Hostess sno-balls, Wonder bread and balogna sandwiches and the like
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 23, 2012 - 11:37am PT
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Gypsy, here's a homage to the peripatetic DJ.
There are some songs on WHAT SONG are you listening to right now, you might see, and hear, which are There because You let Me know about Them. That's such a special thing about El Taco.
I visited El Taco in my sleep last night.
It was like a dream. Like that photo. Doubly exposed. A "trick shot."
The dream rows out of the sea onto a dessicated land, a sardine-less land. It resembles Carmel, but smells like Watsonville.
Two Latinos get out and start playing and singing of lost Laysen and the glory of gazpacho.
They attract the attention of a man and his dog there on the beach. It's John Steinbeck and his poodle, Charley, out stalking Kim Novak, whose home is further down this beach towards Malpaso Creek. Or is that Soquel Creek?No matter, for the dog lifts his leg on the tenor and they depart in rather a hurry.
Then the tide moves in and the air is filled with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57Gby56kwm8 It's the Platters on la playa.
We're all playahs here in El Taco. You kind of have to respect that. Not everyone is Righteous, Brothers.
Then the sea birds come and circle around the beach. Alfred Hitchcock, accompanied by a guy named Prufrock, jog by, dressed like Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. They are here strictly for the birds, they say, but the truth is that Alice from the Restaurant sent them all the way here just to collect some shellfish, because you are supposed to get anything you want at Alice's. Just ask Arlo.
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The Jolly Green Giant, wearing a gi-normous Nazi helmet and an apron with a Hang-Ten logo on it comes striding over the dunes.
HO-HO-HO! Happy Thanksgiving, my little Hodads and Surf Bunnies! The spinach crop tired me out, but then I revived by thinking, "What would Popeye do?" It kind of amazed even ME. And I'm big on amazement.
He leaves us some spinach leaves, large enough to make ourselves a cabana where we can get out of the sun, eat some tapes, and drink some Coronas. We watch the sun set slowly in the east. It does that here. The music is a soft, mellow set.
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The dawn comes, I arise, coffee up, and drive off into the sunset.
I fall asleep, you arise and go back to the moon. The tide rushes out.
I awake and find two things: I am rested, I am alone.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Nov 23, 2012 - 02:47pm PT
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When my mom was alive, my son and I would leave Santa Cruz at about 5 a.m. to drive across Pacheco Pass to the farm outside of Fresno. We would all gather there for the holiday. Usually early Christmas morning I would drive home also leaving about 5 a.m. I well remember one early Christmas morning driving through someplace like Mendota or Firebaugh and watching and entire mariachi band--instruments and costumes and those large sombreros load into a Chevy station wagon all sleepy and slightly drunk from an all night party. And to quote Randy "that warmed the cockles of my heart."
OOh Annie Ebrel and Eric Marchand--two of the greatest Breton singers. Here is another one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlKSIduOsUA
Course, these old guys are what it is really all about--mouth music for dancers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0CQTFZlDkU&feature=related
and in traditional Breton dance, they move to the left because that is the way the earth turns.
and of course Alan Stivell is also a classic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRpNVMjnDmY
There used to be an interview I did with Mariza on line at one time; but I do not think it is there anymore. She is an outstanding performer. She was tired and it wasn't a great interview anyway. Some of my best interviews were done with Odetta, Claudia Gomez, Aqnazar (the first Tadjik artist to perform in the U.S. AND I was the only one who did an interview with him) and Tenores de Oniferi. Also I did one of JF Bernardini many years ago and I hope to record a new one next time I see him.
One of my very favorite tunes that Mariza sings is Chuva (Rain) by Jorge Fernando.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzrUs08-SWs
And JF Bernardini and his brother Alain and their band I Muvrini (and one of the major reasons why I travel to Corsica)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELBBcDY0li4
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Gypsy
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Nov 23, 2012 - 04:30pm PT
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Gypsy
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Nov 23, 2012 - 04:39pm PT
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