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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:21pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]
I went and wisited the Werner and Merrys (and cat) enough this year. Here's the video I meant to post after Facelift and clean foggodaboudditt.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Amigo to hell and back. Brothers in blues and reds and puke-greens. The Non-Emergency Red and Blue Cross Depression Emerging Crisis Intervention Squad (NERBCDECI Squad)* is on the way to help the afflicted VegasClimber get his bearings.
I have a feeling peer pressure alone will get his climbing jones going. We'll shame him like a miscreant of another race, we'll even throw pie in his ugly old face. We'll cajole him, rock/roll him, beguile him, but not heil him.
*Nerb-see-decky Squad.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 06:04pm PT
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OMG, someone get me off of this overcrowded, stuffy, overheated, meandering-like-a-lost-cow commuter bus creeping along the Mass. Pike...please?????!--Lilabiene in the last sixty minutes
Calls for the NSD Squad are a dime a dozen, but this is "fue real" from the lady with Dolt's nose.
We need some help, here. Lady goin' to crack up here!
[Click to View YouTube Video]Snap out of it! Think odd thoughts of things like, oh, sealing wax. Boogers. Anything but commuting.
Alex commutes on the Nose. WTF. You commute where you are polluted.
Mick looks drunk, eh? I'm working on my escape from normal.
F*#k a nervous nellie, that woman's nothing like you, Lilabiene. You'll get your wings and fly once you've gone out on the Arete.
So there. You've been singed by de Flames. Feel intervened?
Are you on your diet? God forbid you have nothing to do...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
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Camp 4 Old Couple
O! ‘tis sad in Camp 4 when it begins to freeze and snow,
With the boulders buried ‘neath the last good blow,
And the dark nights dreary with the coyote’s cry,
And I thinking, thinking of the days gone by.
O! the happy Summers of the olden days,
When the brown bears through the garbage grazed,
And my frozen heart that I still eagerly embrace
Melts a little bit, warmed by your peaceful face.
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 10, 2012 - 08:40pm PT
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Taken through the front windshield of a car while I was sitting as a passenger riding on the highway
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 09:51pm PT
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View out my mind's window.This falls went down with all hands, no survivors. It's the fiscal cliff, the tears of Boehner flowing.
GD/Visions of Johanna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwOpK3zXnXI
Yeah, I got the two prints, framed and glassed and on a two-thirds discount last week, same time that nneebbee collected her BOB (Big Old Bierstadt). It's only a coincidence we've been emailing and enjoying our age with one another, then something like this comes out of the dang azure skies. Funny how it goes. I can't explain...it's all so hard to get along...infinity's on trial, maybe.
I'm ready for the highway blues.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2012 - 11:12pm PT
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Yow, that's too much homework. WTF?
I could see a book report, but that's a week's worth of grinding.
Guess I better hit the books. Hope there's some porn in that stack.
I haven't even looked yet and I'm complaining. How's the kid in me? Just fine.
1-Fabulous. I learned I can bury a body three times out on Hwy 51. BD's body specifically. We'll wait'll he's really dead.
"If Werner's the komodo, the walrus is Paul, then that could mean Bob's an armadyllo, I'm not a mouse, and we're all parrots on this bust."--Locker in a saner, more-serious-than-not moooood swiiiiing, channeling Maynard G. Drebs, who never really existed--how's he do that?
2-It's never too late to pray. I simply question its efficacy in the face of real danger. It's why I wear a St. Chris. Even if he's officially discredited, who gives a shite? Dynomite, just blow me.
I prefer the simplicity and rhythym of the theme from Peter Gunn, frankly. Or the Batman theme. Or The Bird.
3-Rare as a jewel in the lotus paste. God loves a good virgin Johanna. Un miracolo!
4-Short electrified version (no folk guitars need apply):
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
5-I think the combo of harmonica and organ, or harp and organ, or mouth organ/harp and organ, is charming, nice, interesting, quaint, soulful; and I wish I knew what he was singing about and could write like that.
Taking a break, here, boss!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 01:59am PT
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Albert King/Don't Throw Your Love On Me So Strong
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EU3FMsIyNh4
Mike Bloomfield/It Takes Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G6ov3lQJ7w
"You know what it means to be alone."
John Hammond/My First Plea
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oFCM7XTP_E
The subject of this last song may be off the list, so to speak, but WTF. The blues don't care.
The blues almost always makes me feel better because that guy's got it so much focking worse. Yeah.
And the music can be soft and restful like a lover's embrace, like old John Hammond just proved.
Life is full of irony, just not so many fair ironmonger's daughters and granddaughters.
And so this set is for Lilabiene, so blue. Losing her purple.
Full Spectrum Alert: Magenta, Royal Blue, all other colors of alert will be posted ASAP. Unless the situation levels out. It may have with the TR she posted, or it may only drive her to further distraction.
We're sending in the Barbershoppers, this is a Total Alert!
SPEBQSA to the rescue!
rescue!
rescue!
Li-i-i-i-la-a-a-a-a!
[Click to View YouTube Video]The closest I could find to your name, Lilabiene, was Lida Rose. Feel the harmony and the care with which they sing. They look a little Doltish or elven or ME-born to me with their beards.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 07:48am PT
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One afternoon that September, I was sitting at our camp table when a car drove slowly up to the climber’s area and then over to the far side of one of the large boulders....the strum of a guitar, and two voices raised in mournful harmony....folk music, obviously, but song I’d never heard.
In California, in the late fifties, if someone mentioned folk music, they probably had in mind the Kingston Trio (“Did they ever return, no, they never returned) or Harry Belafonte (“Day-O”). If you were more hip you liked Odetta and the Weavers and Pete Seeger. Our Camp 4 troubadours turned out to be from the East, dropouts from Dartmouth: Bill Briggs and Bob Coltman. That Briggs was also a climber explained their presence in Yosemite, although they hadn’t come to do any climbing.
[Joe here explains the presence of Judith, a girlfriend of Gary Hemming, and his subsequent arrival and departure in search of them in Mexico.]
While they were in Camp 4, Bill and Bob sang songs ranging from Childe Ballads* (later made popular by Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell, to songs weitten by Woodie Guthrie and Ewan macColl and the anonymous singers of Appalachia. One afternoon, Bob sang nothing but murder ballads for over an hour. I heard for the first time songs like woody Guthrie’s “Deportee” and “Pastures of Plenty,” Ewan MacColl’s “The first Time Ever” and songs like “Rambler, Gambler,” “Jug of Punch,” “Rose Connelly,” “Whiskey in the Jar,” and “Don’t Sing Love Songs (you’ll wake my mother“).
It was a trove of American culture that I had no idea existed. Bill’s other contribution to our camp was Teton Tea, a concoction seemingly invented just for climbers.
Pour a gallon or so of water into a large pot perched over the fire. Add a dozen tea bags tied into a knot for easy retrieval later on. Add the juice, and subsequently the rinds, of six or more lemons. Then let a gallon of port wine, the cheaper the better, gurgle into the pot. And, if finances allow, add two packages of frozen raspberries. Heat, stir, and serve.
Sort of makes you want to sing along.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen
* The Child Ballads are a collection of 305 ballads from England and Scotland, and their American variants, collected by Francis James Child in the late nineteenth century. The collection was published as The English and Scottish Popular Ballads between 1882 and 1898 by Houghton Mifflin in 10 volumes. — Excerpted from Child Ballads on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 04:56pm PT
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Arthur McBride's not just a Christmas tune. It's anti-recruitment for the military might of Great Britain. A protest song.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_McBride
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Ode to Chuck/Forrest McCarthy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeJo9MRqqHw
Chuck's music collection represented by the Gypsy Kings, Edith Piaf, Enya.
Chuck's areas of operation are shown to be Yosemite, Thailand, Wyoming.
Chuck's friends are shown to be too numerous to identify. I hope you recognize your younger selves! There are many ST posters in this video, one of the best films done with stills that I have ever watched, and it's about one of the men I admire most, and one of the few from the Golden Age with whom I came in contact in my younger climbing days.
If you haven't seen this, I hadn't either until today. Merry Christmas!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 11, 2012 - 05:08pm PT
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Some gypsy music
I am able to see you dance to the first one, Gypsy.
Ando Drom - Zsa Mo
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"All night there isn't a train going by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going."
Dzelem Dzelem - NBE & Esma Redzepova
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Camarón de La Isla - Nana del Caballo Grande
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One more kind remark: Excellent Dylan stuff zBrown.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 07:06pm PT
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http://www.americanrevolution.org/upside.html
http://www.kitchenmusician.net/smoke/worldupside.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diggers'_Song
There is confusion with the title of Rosselon's song and the marching tune supposedly played by the British at Yorktown. The story's confusing, initially.
I will leave it for Gypsy to explain, if she can. I loved that big old guitar he played. And it may have been out of sync, but it's nice to hear the song. And I listened to a march, titled TWTUD, too, but it sounds too modern, somehow, so I won't post it.
Who's going to post 500 Miles by Peter, Paul, and Mary?
We are close to 500 posts. Wow.
Coldplay has a song with the same title, TWTUD.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2012 - 07:50pm PT
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Checking back on Youtube for some BBC That Was The Week That Was, I can't come up with a thing about Monsiuer Rosselon, only some stuff that appears rather lame to my jaded sense of satire. The show in Britain was apparently somewhat different than here. I only remember seeing the US version, of course. Gypsy is that much younger she may not remember it at all.
I really enjoyed Hootenanny on TV when it came on the air from the time I was a h.s. frosh to the next year. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hootenanny_(U.S._TV_series);
Followed by Shindig!, which replaced it in a hurry.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shindig!
The series house band, the Shin-diggers (later renamed the Shindogs), featured a young Glen Campbell, Joey Cooper, Chuck Blackwell (drums), Billy Preston, James Burton, Delaney Bramlett, Larry Knechtel (on bass), Leon Russell (on piano), and Glen D. Hardin.
I was just out of the "bubble-gummer" stage, I suppose, or the girls were. I was just a clueless schmo, much like Joe Fitschen describes himself in his book. I would listen to anything any guy told me was cool,
and especially anything the girls seemed to like.
This was all happening as the first repeats and the first few new routes were being done on the Captain, just eighty miles from where our TV blazed.
I started visiting the Park on a really regular basis that year, 1963, with Mathis and the Explorers and with our newly-found girl friends. Very sweet memories for later, if then. We listened to Roy Orbison, because he was in love with a pretty woman, just like us. But we really liked old Roy's jacket and his shades.
In Dreams
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rTW2UzzLQ8
Sweet Dreams Baby /with Jackson Browne, T Bone Burnett, Elvis Costello, k.d.Lang, Bonnie Raitt, J.D. Souther, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits and Jennifer Warnes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHr38NcFyts
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