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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2012 - 10:13pm PT
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O Kate, I loved your voice when we played dame and lord, fishwife and plowman. Sooth, your bountiful gift enlivened many a campfire in our guild, sung by our very own nightingale. The Guild of ST, St. Thomas, huh...
Well, Tiffany was the prima voce in our little choir, mostly all women, unfortunately. My dad's tenor voice bypassed me. Liz had a baritoney voice and did sing with her mother's local talent, a large assembly of female barbershoppers. And Terri and Susan and Miss Blincow, they all worked hard to sing well together. It's a lot of misadventure, too, with a temperamental gal like Tiffany. "Bedlam Girls," that about covers it.
She introduced us to Kate Rusby, who had only just arrived--no mistaking her voice. I guess we listened to Hourglass, while your selection is from her second album, Sleepless. Liz died in 1998, the year after Hourglass came out.
The Weaver School Midsummer's Knight Festival. We are drinking Adam's ale, not single malt. Wrong Knight. :)
Merry Xmas, T & crew, while I'm thinking!
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Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
And my love Ann is wondrous bonnie
I'm loathe that she should wet her feet
Because I love her best of any.
Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare
Go saddle her and make her ready.
For I must cross the stream tonight,
Or never more I'll see my lady.
He's ridden over field and fen.
O'er moor and moss and many's the mire,
But the spurs of steel were sore to bite.
Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire.
The mare flew over moor and moss,
And when she's reached the Annan Water
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
Chorus
And woe betide you Annan Waters
By night you are a gloomy river,
And over you I'll build a bridge
That never more true love can sever.
Oh Boatman put off your boat,
Put off your boat for gold and money.
For I must cross the stream tonight,
Or never more I'll see my lady
Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep.
From bank to brae the water's pouring
And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear.
She stands to hear the water roaring
And he has tried to swim the stream,
And he swam on both strong and steady,
But the river was deep and strength did fail,
And never more he'll see his lady.
Oh woe betide the willow wand,
And woe betide the bush and briar,
For you broke beneath my true love's hand
When strength did fail and limbs did tire
(Chorus)
That never more true love may sever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 14, 2012 - 11:01pm PT
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"Two bars of Malaguena and you're in."--Keith Richards
[Click to View YouTube Video]I love the outfit and the flaming red hair!
And the playing is professional and measured.
Yeah, you weren't expecting Charo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 01:28am PT
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FESTIVAL INTERNACIONAL DE LA GUITARRA 2008 - AYACUCHO
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Tempranillo is a variety of black grape widely grown to make full-bodied red wines in its native Spain. Its name is the diminutive of the Spanish temprano ("early"), a reference to the fact that it ripens several weeks earlier than most Spanish red grapes. Tempranillo has been grown on the Iberian Peninsula since the time of Phoenician settlements. It is the main grape used in Rioja, and is often referred to as Spain's noble grape. Grown early in the 20th century to produce jug wines in California, toward the end of the 20th century Tempranillo enjoyed a renaissance there and throughout the world as a fine wine. The grape has been planted in Mexico, New Zealand, South America, USA, South Africa, Australia, Argentina, Turkey and Canada.
Often blended with Grenache and Cariņena (known in Rioja as Mazuelo), Tempranillo is bottled either young or after several years of barrel aging. In Portugal, it is blended with others to produce port wine. Often growing its best at higher altitudes, the grape yields wines that are ruby in colour, with aromas and flavours of berries, plum, tobacco, vanilla, leather and herb.
Fletcher, Chrishmash cheer, ya ol' knob-slinger...happy holidays, yoga-mat breath!
http://www.designingforinfluence.com/knob-creek-runs-out-of-whiskey-and/
It's Friday, but I'm of sundry mind and body as yet, so I thank the Middle Earth path and the Pohono Trail for our having met, along with numerous others. At least a dozen. And the tempranillo. Which I did not touch, thank Bacchus! And the KC. And the afghans. Arf!
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 15, 2012 - 04:15am PT
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hey there say, gypsy... oh my, :( i sure know how the no insurance thing is, :(
i will keep praying for you all... may new doors open to care for this...
how is he doing emotionaly, i hope his spirits are up...
is there anything we can do?
let us know...
hugs...
thank god he is alive and well... i am so very happy to hear
that... from a mom to a mom, hugs...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 08:34am PT
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I've got nothing to say...
except, how's your boy been?
Good morning, good morning, good.
Repeat.
Now you're in gear.
And your bird can sing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01Gt4dhnS_4
Think like this all day: "I'll be round."
I'm a round. Rounded I am.
Dropkick Murphys/Climbing A Chair To Bed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PaphOzOBBc
Climbing A Chair To Bed
You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone
To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home
Some would say insanity or crazy, better still
Cut off your nose to spite your face, for life you've lost all will
Now you've mingled with your demons and depression's your excuse
But your lack of conscious effort is a bourbon triple proof
You've expelled them from your lobby but they lurk behind the door
It's a noose of your own making and it's rotten to the core
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
You've got the barrel fever, so let's take another pass
You've cast up your accounts again and ruined your best hat
You wanna take your final breath, but know not to commit
You yearn for the great silence, so you climb the chair to bed
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 15, 2012 - 11:24am PT
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mfm, zBrown, WBraun, Neebee - just recently
looking for names for the puppies - was considering just naming them all the same - 8dogKnight
you may have to squint but WBraun has two like everybody else
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Gypsy
Social climber
NC
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Dec 15, 2012 - 12:57pm PT
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Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
LIfe is but a dream
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 15, 2012 - 05:55pm PT
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I'd been wondering of late about Pharoah's Army - apparently they reached their sad end (like we all will some day)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 07:27pm PT
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Ehem, not to get serious, but to inject something into this thread holier-than-thou-brown-cow-wait-a-minute-I-shoulda-seen-her-a-long-time-ago-and-mad-a-connection: the lady in the brown hair is as nita chiquita as you may find if i heard right, but she's married now.
Other than that, nothing in the photo has changed. Absolutely nothing.
Hey, it's that new Flame's birthday, so happy joy to Ron A. For auld lang syne, and cuz she's so hot, hotter than a back burner, Mr. Birthday, Miss Tina Turner & friends, taking you higher.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koS3AU9nshM
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 09:20pm PT
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Flamenco, Genco, it's all olive squeezings.
And here's Oyl and a man at home rigging a main-royal on a mast or a belay on the rock, not quite so famously as Fossil Climber, perhaps.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 15, 2012 - 09:58pm PT
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Damn it, Gypsy. Bevin just called up a half hour back. It was a brief chat, about her computer and Christmas and her birthday. Groovy. "The present's in the mail, Melodious Lady, Angelic One. Now go have fun." It wasn't really like that, I'm looping a smarty-pants reply to her she doesn't deserve. I couldn't help her if Boomer had not left some money for his tribe. It certainly feels good to share and give God and Boomer the credit, not me personally. If you can't learn that around this place, where can you?
Bevin, well, she's having friends in for an evening of dressing like divas. It's almost Christmas, this group does it traditionally now for five-six years, so it's great she can have this and a new computer, too. It's tough having a Christmas-time birthday. It's wonderful to hear from her twice in one week, and we had that short visit on Thanksgiving.
I still got teary-eyed, Gypsy. Felt good. Dingus good.
Five minutes after, her step-brother Scott returned a call I left this morning. I wanted him to know I'd left a package at his workplace, kids' gifts. We hadn't spoken in over four or five months. I'm working on bridging the gap between Scotty's wife and me, which is maybe in my head, but we'll let it ride and not make any judgements. This has gone on way too long. Like the lady expressed in the Frog Shop, family politics blah blah blah or something. Scott and I are close enough we can drop any BS--it's just not my place to try to criticize his wife to him.
I want the opp to show the oldest how the Valley might interest him. Nothing sinister there, I can only speculate on anything so may as well not. It's why I like this little video of a very young climber. You tune out the rest and concentrate--though she apparently is chatting to someone lower down.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx--wHJZVAE
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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Dec 15, 2012 - 11:14pm PT
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must admit it's hard shifting gears between Amon Tobin, Pharoah Sanders, and Merle Saunders, but I guess in a clutch situation in can be done
spose I could call the puppies 7or8tranceKnightsde_Tobin/Sanders
man it's gettin' late
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 04:53am PT
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The last day to order anything and have any hope of getting it under the tree this year is December 19th, Wednesday. Even then you are cutting it way close. If you don't really need it under the tree, but it would be nice to have, let us know if we have any slack. Some guys will be heartbroken if the stuff does not arrive on time, and clogging up the system if you don't really care would sorta suck for them.
And if the whole end of the world Mayan Calendar thing works out, it won't matter anyway.
Cheers and have a great holiday--Russ
http://www.fishproducts.com/index1.html
Yeah, it's tough being blatant.
http://www.rightreading.com/mayan/talking-cross.htm
A Talking Cross. Is that like a Walking Beam? Or a Stalking Horse? Well listen to this:
It's tough changing gears back to the Mexican Bobby Dylan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=equoIS5OcOw
Bamboo flute, Hawaii.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASgxVQAgp50
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGVIOvDzgE0
http://austral.as.utexas.edu/michael/climbing/licancabur.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Licancabur
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 16, 2012 - 06:08am PT
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hey there say, gypsy...
i love the old flamenco...
i used to dance flamenco... i also still dance the ol so-called 'dance de ventre' the so-called belly dance... and i dance tahitian ori...
the drums are a natural 'thunder' to me...
also:
forgot to share the other night, after you son was hurt:
i had a very neat book, when i was a young highschool gal that i found about the gypsies... i wanted to know who they really were, as it seems
so 'not right' as to all the various things portrayed about these folks...
it was simply called 'the gypsies' i think...
or wait: it could have been called: GYPSIES just not sure at this momment
i will know, when i find teh cover picture...
told of all kinds of root origin, travels, various groups in various countries, etc... pictures as well of various things...
had found it university of santa cruz, but since, i have seen it on line...
sadly, i had lost it somewhere while moving, :(
CAN'T find the picture of it... saw it the other night though:
it had a young gal in a RED dress on it...
*who was the older man that played flamenco that they brought in for:
around the worlds in 80 days--?
carlos montoya, ???
i nkow it was carlos...
he was well-known for his skills
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 16, 2012 - 06:25am PT
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zBrown
Happy New Year! Felices fiestas, amigo!
"Feelies nabiblah!"--PeeWee Harris
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Interjection needed, neebee. Thanks. I was beginning to think no one was awake. Thanks from the bottom of my toasty little heart for telling us you danced flamenco. Etc. You know that blanket I told you about the other day? It's just as cozy and luxurious as a duvet any day. The "E" is like a plucked apple. Or is it the "A"? I forget.
Here's the story behind the video of Quicksilver Messenger Service, etc. Talking about The Second New Year's Eve Bash sponsored by Bill Graham at Winterland, SF. There were sets played by the QSM, JA, and many others. It has not much to do with climbing, but is part of my story, the story of the Rev, and Mark McAllister, his Flames "momma" Belle Coates, Julie Mathis--the Rev's sister, and Jack Meade, Larry Jones, and myself, all three "property of USN."
But first I need to listen to the rest of this video and get high. I was there as you might surmice.
Whether it was all recorded after midnight, during the midnight hour, around midnight, or took place in a midnight lightning storm, is irrelelvant. It's the night, morning, really, that Jones and I split White Lightning. This is an interesting story. To my mind.
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