Wednesday, May 30, 2007
John Lennon - not used in vain...I hope
It's a commercial (below), but for a cause you might support... Yoko Ono allowed the John Lennon songbook to be recorded by international artists, to highlight Amnesty work, particularly in Darfur, Sudan. I supported this project (in Canada) and years ago worked in Darfur. I have a stake in this issue.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Poetry slam to move you...
If you have a few minutes, see if you can handle this poetry reading. It's from a few years back, but deep and moving. The reader is Suheir Hammad. There is what we call 'language' in it - meaning some words that might offend (but used well, believe me). What do you think?
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Is there a shift coming?
President Bush's regime is crumbling and almost over. His legacy will be lost and sad wars (internattional and against terror) and domestic neglect (education, poverty, New Orleans, economy and more). This is aligned with my favourite bumper sticker (seen twice in Nelson, BC): MY KARMA RAN OVER MY DOGMA.
My questions to you:
What will fill the vacuum created by this failed right wing, theocratic, war-mongering regime?
Will the Democrats find balls and spines?
Will the world community respect the U.S. again?
Will real security be attained without the loss of human rights?
Will there be a hopeful optimism based on humanity's commonalities rather than divisiveness and fear?
What do you think?
My questions to you:
What will fill the vacuum created by this failed right wing, theocratic, war-mongering regime?
Will the Democrats find balls and spines?
Will the world community respect the U.S. again?
Will real security be attained without the loss of human rights?
Will there be a hopeful optimism based on humanity's commonalities rather than divisiveness and fear?
What do you think?
Thursday, May 10, 2007
My Generation - BABY!!
Okay, this is unusual and for some reason very cool. These gals and guys rock by the end...have a look and leave a comment.
(Information from Lindsay) A group of very elderly singers, mostly all over 90 years including the lead, who have accumulated 3,000 years of life’s experience, rocking along to my "My Generation”. The purpose was to illustrate the isolation of the elderly in England. All proceeds donated to furthering assistance in that area.
(Information from Lindsay) A group of very elderly singers, mostly all over 90 years including the lead, who have accumulated 3,000 years of life’s experience, rocking along to my "My Generation”. The purpose was to illustrate the isolation of the elderly in England. All proceeds donated to furthering assistance in that area.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
My friend Aspen - sweet music
Aspen is a family friend, former babysitter (sorry Aspen, have to mention it) and an amazing young musician. Take a look/listen. The backgroud... that's where I live.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
On The Road - 2007 from New Zealand
Here's a poem from my son Ryan, who has been travelling in New Zealand lately - this is his version of an update on one segment of the journey. Best read out loud...
In the Invisible Van
In the invisible van
making wrong turns and eating junkfood
The moon illuminates angel's wings in the clouds
and once again I am learning to let go
The coast approaches midday
and we drive, and sleep, and smile, and sing, and dance
with the Cat Empire on the radio and the clouds passing overheard
like mountains of mashed potatoes on God's deep blue plate
Bless us with air in our lungs and in our tires,
Bless us with kisses blown to the wind because real women are queens and real men are kings,
Bless us with your smiles and tears, your wisdoms and fears, your dreams and
your years, here ye! and Cheers!
Bless us with curses when you stub your toe, or drop a bucket of nails, or
spill milk on the cloudy carpets of heaven,
Bless us and let us drive on, float on, soar on, turn on, and burn on the
wings of the sun, always having fun,
Bless us, confess us, profess us, collect us, respect us, undress us, Big
ups, and Best ofs!
Bless us and breathe in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out and
breathe
The Invisible Van
arriving and departing simultaneously
Like it's passengers, thoughts, lives, waves in the sea, and sounds all
synchronized in this moment
over and over and over again
The Invisible Van
full of smoke and mirrors that are as clear as illusion
Like a golden sea under a blue sun,
if it's stuck then unglue it
We are nothing but light
and the colours shining through it
In the Invisible Van
In the invisible van
making wrong turns and eating junkfood
The moon illuminates angel's wings in the clouds
and once again I am learning to let go
The coast approaches midday
and we drive, and sleep, and smile, and sing, and dance
with the Cat Empire on the radio and the clouds passing overheard
like mountains of mashed potatoes on God's deep blue plate
Bless us with air in our lungs and in our tires,
Bless us with kisses blown to the wind because real women are queens and real men are kings,
Bless us with your smiles and tears, your wisdoms and fears, your dreams and
your years, here ye! and Cheers!
Bless us with curses when you stub your toe, or drop a bucket of nails, or
spill milk on the cloudy carpets of heaven,
Bless us and let us drive on, float on, soar on, turn on, and burn on the
wings of the sun, always having fun,
Bless us, confess us, profess us, collect us, respect us, undress us, Big
ups, and Best ofs!
Bless us and breathe in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out and
breathe
The Invisible Van
arriving and departing simultaneously
Like it's passengers, thoughts, lives, waves in the sea, and sounds all
synchronized in this moment
over and over and over again
The Invisible Van
full of smoke and mirrors that are as clear as illusion
Like a golden sea under a blue sun,
if it's stuck then unglue it
We are nothing but light
and the colours shining through it
