Monday, January 13, 2014

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Peggy Rubin tells the story of "The Mountain Whippoorwill"


The Mountain Whippoorwill
(Or, How Hill-Billy Jim Won the Great Fiddlers' Prize)
By Stephen Vincent Benet
Up in the mountains, it's lonesome all the time,
(Sof' win' slewin' thu' the sweet-potato vine.)
Up in the mountains, it's lonesome for a child,
(Whippoorwills a-callin' when the sap runs wild.)
Up in the mountains, mountains in the fog,
Everythin's as lazy as an old houn' dog.
Born in the mountains, never raised a pet,
Don't want nuthin' an' never got it yet.
Born in the mountains, lonesome-born,
Raised runnin' ragged thu' the cockleburrs and corn.
Never knew my pappy, mebbe never should.
Think he was a fiddle made of mountain laurel-wood.
Never had a mammy to teach me pretty-please.
Think she was a whippoorwill, a-skittin' thu' the trees.
Never had a brother ner a whole pair of pants,
But when I start to fiddle, why, yuh got to start to dance!
Listen to my fiddle -- Kingdom Come -- Kingdom Come!
Hear the frogs a-chunkin' "Jug o' rum, Jug o' rum!"
Hear that mountain whippoorwill be lonesome in the air,
An' I'll tell yuh how I travelled to the Essex County Fair.
Essex County has a mighty pretty fair,
All the smarty fiddlers from the South come there.
Elbows flyin' as they rosin up the bow
For the First Prize Contest in the Georgia Fiddlers' Show.
Old Dan Wheeling, with his whiskers in his ears,
King-pin fiddler for nearly twenty years.
Big Tom Sergeant, with his blue wall-eye,
An' Little Jimmy Weezer that can make a fiddle cry.
All sittin' roun', spittin' high an' struttin' proud,
(Listen, little whippoorwill, yuh better bug yore eyes!)
Tun-a-tun-a-tunin' while the jedges told the crowd
Them that got the mostest claps'd win the bestest prize.
Everybody waitin' for the first tweedle-dee,
When in comes a-stumblin' -- hill-billy me!
Bowed right pretty to the jedges an' the rest,
Took a silver dollar from a hole inside my vest,
Plunked it on the table an' said, "There's my callin' card!
An' anyone that licks me -- well, he's got to fiddle hard!"
Old Dan Wheeling, he was laughin' fit to holler,
Little Jimmy Weezer said, "There's one dead dollar!"
Big Tom Sergeant had a yaller-toothy grin,
But I tucked my little whippoorwill spang underneath my chin,
An' petted it an' tuned it till the jedges said, "Begin!"
Big Tom Sargent was the first in line;
He could fiddle all the bugs off a sweet-potato vine.
He could fiddle down a possum from a mile-high tree,
He could fiddle up a whale from the bottom of the sea.
Yuh could hear hands spankin' till they spanked each other raw,
When he finished variations on "Turkey in the Straw."
Little Jimmy Weezer was the next to play;
He could fiddle all night, he could fiddle all day.
He could fiddle chills, he could fiddle fever,
He could make a fiddle rustle like a lowland river.
He could make a fiddle croon like a lovin' woman.
An' they clapped like thunder when he'd finished strummin'.
Then came the ruck of the bob-tailed fiddlers,
The let's-go-easies, the fair-to-middlers.
They got their claps an' they lost their bicker,
An' they all settled back for some more corn-licker.
An' the crowd was tired of their no-count squealing,
When out in the center steps Old Dan Wheeling.
He fiddled high and he fiddled low,
(Listen, little whippoorwill, yuh got to spread yore wings!)
He fiddled and fiddled with a cherrywood bow,
(Old Dan Wheeling's got bee-honey in his strings).
He fiddled a wind by the lonesome moon,
He fiddled a most almighty tune.
He started fiddling like a ghost.
He ended fiddling like a host.
He fiddled north an' he fiddled south,
He fiddled the heart right out of yore mouth.
He fiddled here an' he fiddled there.
He fiddled salvation everywhere.
When he was finished, the crowd cut loose,
(Whippoorwill, they's rain on yore breast.)
An' I sat there wonderin' "What's the use?"
(Whippoorwill, fly home to yore nest.)
But I stood up pert an' I took my bow,
An' my fiddle went to my shoulder, so.
An' -- they wasn't no crowd to get me fazed --
But I was alone where I was raised.
Up in the mountains, so still it makes yuh skeered.
Where God lies sleepin' in his big white beard.
An' I heard the sound of the squirrel in the pine,
An' I heard the earth a-breathin' thu' the long night-time.
They've fiddled the rose, and they've fiddled the thorn,
But they haven't fiddled the mountain-corn.
They've fiddled sinful an' fiddled moral,
But they haven't fiddled the breshwood-laurel.
They've fiddled loud, and they've fiddled still,
But they haven't fiddled the whippoorwill.
I started off with a dump-diddle-dump,
(Oh, hell's broke loose in Georgia!)
Skunk-cabbage growin' by the bee-gum stump.
(Whippoorwill, yo're singin' now!)
My mother was a whippoorwill pert,
My father, he was lazy,
But I'm hell broke loose in a new store shirt
To fiddle all Georgia crazy.
Swing yore partners -- up an' down the middle!
Sashay now -- oh, listen to that fiddle!
Flapjacks flippin' on a red-hot griddle,
An' hell's broke loose,
Hell's broke loose,
Fire on the mountains -- snakes in the grass.
Satan's here a-bilin' -- oh, Lordy, let him pass!
Go down Moses, set my people free;
Pop goes the weasel thu' the old Red Sea!
Jonah sittin' on a hickory-bough,
Up jumps a whale -- an' where's yore prophet now?
Rabbit in the pea-patch, possum in the pot,
Try an' stop my fiddle, now my fiddle's gettin' hot!
Whippoorwill, singin' thu' the mountain hush,
Whippoorwill, shoutin' from the burnin' bush,
Whippoorwill, cryin' in the stable-door,
Sing tonight as yuh never sang before!
Hell's broke loose like a stompin' mountain-shoat,
Sing till yuh bust the gold in yore throat!
Hell's broke loose for forty miles aroun'
Bound to stop yore music if yuh don['t sing it down.
Sing on the mountains, little whippoorwill,
Sing to the valleys, an' slap 'em with a hill,
For I'm struttin' high as an eagle's quill,
An' hell's broke loose,
Hell's broke loose,
Hell's broke loose in Georgia!
They wasn't a sound when I stopped bowin',
(Whippoorwill, yuh can sing no more.)
But, somewhere or other, the dawn was growin',
(Oh, mountain whippoorwill!)
An' I thought, "I've fiddled all night an' lost,
Yo're a good hill-billy, but yuh've been bossed."
So I went to congratulate old man Dan,
-- But he put his fiddle into my han' --
An' then the noise of the crowd began!

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Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Brandi Carlile - Dreams (+playlist)


Good night all - dream on!

Peggy Lee -- Is That All There Is? 1969 (+playlist)

SING, SING, SING - Benny Goodman - 9 Minutes! 1937 (+playlist)

Louis Prima Jump Jive An' Wail (+playlist)

i shall not be moved - Mississippi John Hurt (+playlist)

loving you minnie riperton (+playlist)

PeRo Me AcUeRdO dE ti - AK7 (+playlist)

Frankie Ford - Sea Cruise (+playlist)


Something about that Nawlin's sound!

WILD BAND OF INDIANS ROUND DANCE (+playlist)

Jerry Lee Lewis - Breathless 1965 (live) Shindig (+playlist)



1965 - Shindig - big!

99 red ballons - Nena (+playlist)


Had to be around then to appreciate the impact - major!

mary j blige- family affair (+playlist)


Uh huh! No haters - no more - it's a family affair

Eddie Cochran - C'mon Everybody (+playlist)

Pistolera - POLICIA (Official Music Video) (+playlist)

God Is Alive Magic Is Afoot Buffy Sainte-Marie (+playlist)


Everything - even peace - possible

WILBERT HARRISON / LET'S WORK TOGETHER (+playlist)

Starwalker (+playlist)

Tribute to the film, "Bagdad Cafe." (+playlist)

Pete Seeger - Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream (+playlist)

Stand By Me | Playing For Change | Song Around the World (+playlist)

Alex Anwandter - Rebeldes

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

GERSHWIN: Rhapsody in Blue : George Gershwin, piano : Free Download & Streaming : Internet Archive

GERSHWIN: Rhapsody in Blue : George Gershwin, piano : Free Download & Streaming : Internet Archive: GERSHWIN: Rhapsody in Blue
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George Gershwin, piano
Nat Shilkret conducting the Paul Whiteman Concert Orchestra.
Victor 78rpm disc 35822. Recorded April 21, 1927.
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Da Vinci's String Organ Must Be Heard To Be Believed : Deceptive Cadence : NPR

Da Vinci's String Organ Must Be Heard To Be Believed : Deceptive Cadence : NPR

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Grateful Dead "Dancing In The Street" live 1967 San Fran.

David Bowie & Mick Jagger - Dancing In The Street

Martha & The Vandellas "Dancing in the Streets"

A collection of hand selected articles by nedhamson from Ned’s Second Line Daily

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AFRICA/MADAGASCAR - 5 million people exposed to plague - Fides News Agency

AFRICA/MADAGASCAR - 5 million people exposed to plague - Fides News Agency
Every year between 300 and 600 cases of bubonic plague are recorded in Madagascar, usually between October and March. Health authorities must also cope with superstitions, particularly in the more remote villages. It is thought that the plague arrived in Madagascar in 1898 from infected rats found on ships coming from India. Thanks to numerous vaccination campaigns, improved hygiene, the discovery of streptomycin and the use of insecticides, the disease was under control in the 50s. Over 30 years only from 20 to 50 cases per year were recorded in Madagascar, but since 1989 the number of suspected cases has increased steadily. According to the Centers for Disease Control and prevention of diseases in the United States, approximately five million people are exposed in the highlands of Madagascar. WHO considers the infection endemic in many parts of Africa, particularly in the Democratic Republic of Congo, Madagascar, Mozambique, Uganda and Tanzania.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

I Leaf Art: Carrying a Torch for Hope

I Leaf Art: Carrying a Torch for Hope: Where does a grueling run become a three-day party?  Lebanon, of course, where this year’s  Beirut  marathon featured dabke, salsa, hi...

Monday, November 25, 2013

Tamarod founder says Egypt’s new constitution limits military

Tamarod founder says Egypt’s new constitution limits military: In an exclusive interview with Al-Monitor, founder of the Egyptian Tamarod Movement Mahmoud Badr stresses that despite claims to the contrary, the new constitution further limits the army’s purview.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

Segundo Vídeo de Campaña Camila Vallejo

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Saturday, November 02, 2013

99 red ballons - Nena (+playlist)

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Blog4Peace 2013

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