Integrity, Bravery and The American Way

Edward  Snowden is a True Patriot and an American hero.


Listen to the interview at the above link to find out more.

"If I was a State Trooper and I saw you speeding down the highway with that fooking haircut..."

(Gotta go to youtube directly to view)

Tuff Enuff?

"I got no issues...If there's one thing I can't stand to not be doing all the time..."

 

One Of These Days - Pink Floyd

From 1971's Meddle album.
Only one of the gems of musical creativity and experimentation for your listening pleasure on this vinyl masterpiece.  A band ahead of their time.  Timeless TimeTravel music.
Definitely, one for today's technological high definition stereophonic headphones. 

Primo Pop Country

When Pop Country music was good songs and full-out performance artists.
I want my hair styled like hers!
This is a pretty song.

Glenn Greenwald is my hero.

Glenn Greenwald is my hero.
In a time when investigative journalism and critical thinking are nearly extinct in the United States of America, Greenwald's logical and non-partisan manner of looking at current sociopolitical issues is extremely refreshing, enlightening and thought provoking. He has a way of breaking through the obfuscation and speaking Truth-to-Power with clarity.
Take the time to listen to the 6 minute introduction by the discussion host, a synopsis of Greenwald's rise to recognition and why we need more Greenwalds to remind us about what is the bigger picture we all are painting.
Take an hour out of your day looking for memes to express yourself on Facebook or reading Trump's asinine inane tweets and actually learn why it is important to think what you want to express, how you express yourself and, more importantly, why it is important to be able to do this freely.

Traffic - 'The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys'

This is for those who dig the groovy sounds of soaring and soloing saxophone, insightful unpretentious-yet-integral piano, sustaining rhythmic bass line and delightfully accentuating percussion and drums.
Can someone tell me where I can get me some of this groove live soon? Where is this caliber band of musicians playing with an such an innate understanding and true self-appreciation for/of music today? My soul needs some [at the mo, am thanking the technology gods for the internet].
Is this Jazz?, Fusion?, Progressive Rock?
There is not a lead guitarist in sight (nor ear shot)... This music is outta sight. All right!
So glad that I came of age to such great music.
My most favorite Traffic song...

Time Melts Away

photo by donna - PineGroveFurnanceStatePark, CumberlandCounty, Pennsylvania 2010

Laying the book on the table beside her, the silver-haired woman turns her gaze to the serene view through the window.

Time seems to melt away...

A young girl, long blonde hair streaming behind her like golden ribbons in the glow of the morning sun, runs through the meadow.  

Her heels seem to catch the warm summer breeze as she nimbly leaps over the small brook that meanders its way from the mountain headwaters forming a natural and informal border between the meadow and the wild blueberry patch at the edge of the forest.

Reaching the blueberry patch, she slows to a walk and then stops to catch her breath for a moment before deftly plucking a handful of plump ripe blueberries from the low bushes.  The girl adjusts the old, but sturdy, knapsack that is slung over her shoulders and begins popping blueberries into her mouth savoring each berry one by one as she continues on the familiar path leading into the sanctuary of the forest.

Entering the coolness of the forest, beams of warm sunlight stream down through the canopy of long reaching branches of tall pin oak and eastern white pines.  The girl's senses are filled with the aroma of dried pine needles fallen in seasons past. 

She removes her worn canvas sneakers baring the soles of her feet to the comforting sensation of the fallen pine needles which softly cover the forest floor.  

Stowing her shoes in her knapsack, she sets out upstream on the path following the contours of the mountain stream. She sets into an easy pace listening to the melodious music of the mountain stream as it dances and swirls over and around the sandstone pebbles and cobbles rounded by the waters of uncounted years.

In the near distance, a woodpecker strikes an echoing staccato tattoo.

She arrives to her favorite spot; a natural undercut in the stream bed has created a small waterfall and she steps into the eddy at the base of the falls.  The water is cold but feels delightfully refreshing.  

Stepping back up onto the stream's shallow bank, she is careful not to disturb the beautiful lacy moss covering the forest floor like a delicate carpet.

Shaking the knapsack from her shoulders, she plops down on the ground leaning back against a large tree and sighs in delight as she takes the book from her knapsack...

Time melts away...

...As she turns her gaze away from the window, a smile warms the age-worn face of the woman. Slowly, she reaches to pin back a renegade tendril of her long silver hair that has somehow managed to escape the thick braid loosely tied with a ribbon of gold.

Waggoners Gap, Cumberland County, Pennsylvania

View of my childhood stomping grounds.  My childhood homestead is located almost directly below the rock outcropping on the right near the crest of North Mountain (about the 10 second mark, but difficult to see in this low-quality video ) in the woods at the base of the mountain.  There were only 3 other homesteads, back then.  Now there are a dozen or so.  Other than more homes, I am happy to see that things still look much the same... other than the dirt road along the mountain is now paved and has a name (it was nameless when I was a child) and the the 'main road' from where I recorded this video is much busier with traffic.
At the age of 11 years old, my friend and I with her dog hiked up to the outcropping, know as 'The Bare Spot' in child speak, with a picnic lunch packed in a knapsack.  It was quite the feat for young legs and no path to follow.  It took us about 3 hours, if my memory serves me correctly.  The sandstone boulders are HUGE and the view inspiring.  It was that experience which showed me that the world is "out there" waiting to be discovered and explored.

The NSA Files

It's more than a damned shame that it is necessary for American citizens to have to turn to international news media to find major news stories that affect every American citizen concerning the National Security Agency (NSA), The Patriot Act and how the USA Government is trampling all over the shreds of the USA Constitution and Rights to Privacy.
But, since the U.S. media is bought and paid for by the Powers That Be and is no longer investigating and reporting real news, events and facts to the American public any discussion is moot. ... and muted.
Make some time in your busy schedules to read the news stories being reported by Glenn Greenwald for The Guardian. This is reality, no longer conspiracy theories. I'd be frightened if I wasn't so damned angry. 

The NSA Files 

Why We Fight

"Now this conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence -- economic, political, even spiritual -- is felt in every city, every Statehouse, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet, we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources, and livelihood are all involved. So is the very structure of our society."
President (5-Star General) Dwight D. Eisenhower, Farewell Address delivered 17 January 1961

 

 

The Moment Of Dawning

photo by donna ~ summer 2013

The moment of dawning

just before the sun

rises on the horizon

The countryside landscape

lifted from darkness

by soft rays of light

Misty fog of morning dew

lays low upon the meadows

Like wisps of smoke rising

from the smoldering embers

of yesterday

Shadows quickly fading

into beautiful shades of gold and green

Stripping bare obscurity

revealing mysteries of simplistic grandeur

on nature's canvas

The moment of dawning

pushing through the twilight

Breathing sweet fresh life

into the rebirth of a new day

Dreams of tomorrow

and inspirations renewed

'Tapestry' by Carole King

Carole King's 'Tapestry' released in 1971 was among the first albums I ever bought.   I spent many hours listening and singing to this album and still sing along with every word to every song today.

Listening now, all these years later, I think back on what a sophisticated young teen I must have been to appreciate such lyrics.
I suppose the fine musicianship and musical arrangements contributed to my appreciation.  I don't really know or understand why I connected to this album and the songs back then, but what I know and understand now is that this is good music that stands the test of time.

Every track is a wonderful piece of song/music writing and great instrumentation. 
Carole King is a prolific songwriter with a couple of songs on 'Tapestry'  hits for others...

You've Got A Friend' is most recognized as a song of James Taylor, a longtime collaborator of Carole King, but it was Carole King who wrote the song.
'Will You (Still) Love Me Tomorrow', co-written with Gerry Goffin, has been covered by many, many others, most notably The Shirelles.
'You Make Me Feel (Like A Natural Woman)' also co-written with Gerry Goffin  for Aretha Franklin.

It is difficult to choose, but,
for me personally, a stand out song on the album for me personally is 'Beautiful'...

"You've got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel

Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don't see it showing, why do I?

You've got to get up every morning
With a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel

I have often asked myself the reason for sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there's any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try

You've got to get up every morning
With a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel"

Who Will Be There To Save Me

photo by donna ~ Horseshoe Falls, Niagara River, Ontario, Canada August 2012

Walls close in all around
with the daily dripping drivel of
nonsensical voices and empty people

Trapped in a place I cannot believe in
shadows of darkness
undulate like cresting flood waters
lapping at the banks of a faraway shore

Through the din of the trivial,
heartfelt cries for help and comfort
from cherished friends and family beloved
echo ceaselessly through to reach me

I am the strong one it has long been said
a tower of strength in the cold wind
a beacon of light in the night
a rock to seek out during the storm

To live each day with love and an open mind
To step from the shadows confidently shining a positive light
Is to cast out sorrow and fear from the hearts of loved ones dear

The desire to comfort
and want to rush to aid
is embedded deep within me
it is part of who I am,
Is it who I am destined to be?

Who will be there to save me
when darkness falls
when my foundation crumbles
when my last defenses begin to crack
the moment when fear launches its attack

Who will be there to save me?

Like the exotic yet familiar
taste of sea salt on my lips
carried on the ocean breeze
Through the din and the shadows
drifts the sweet melodious music of notes
softly bent by strong fingers upon strings and wood

The desire for comfort
is embedded deep within me
it is part of who I am
Music heals me, comforts me
Music strengthens me
It is Music
who is there to save me       

Words

photo by donna, Amsterdam 2005

Words are your tools
Your weapons of choice
Choose carefully to listen
Hear
Seek
To understand and expect
Unexpected truths
Lie beneath the choice

Words are your power
Your wellspring of strength
Wield wisely the confidence gained
Evaluate
Contemplate
Deliberate
Conscience thought dictates
The answer to the question
To empower or to enslave

Words are your opportunity
Your source of inspiration
Brandish passionately to create
Elate
Reveal
The beauty and innocence
To fully embrace

Words are your wings
Your journey unfolding
Soar
Explore
Realize
The blossoms of dreams
The magic of hope
Forever nourishing your soul

White Flowers

photo by donna, San Juan del Obispo, Guatemala 1986

I walk alone in the garden as twilight falls,
Shadows filling the thorn covered walls
Watching the sun go down on the day,
I wonder how things could go so astray

Once filled with the beauty of glorious flowers,
Being ever nourished by fresh Spring showers
The garden once so full of color and delight,
Has somehow become faded, no longer bright

What has caused this barren desert to appear,
Why has the sky become so cloudy and unclear
I tremble and quake as darkness closes in,
A cold sweat breaking out on my skin

From deep within me rises a churning fear,
I try to be strong and shed not a tear
It is too late, I have numbed all my senses,
And put into place all my last defenses

Trying to escape the darkness of this night,
All I feel through the numbness is cold fright
I begin to pray that I will find the path,
For I know I cannot endure any more wrath

I frantically begin to search for a way out,
My mind swimming with troubles and doubt
Making my way through the briers and thistle,
I think I hear what sounds like a whistle

I stop and listen looking into the night,
Off in the distance I see something glowing bright
Slowly, carefully I make my way toward the light,
A sparking of fire within me begins to ignite

The warmth of the fire causing my senses to excite,
I give way to my feelings, I worry not of my plight
Down the garden path I continue hoping that I might,
Find that each and every little thing will be alright

At the end of the path much to my delight,
I find the garden gate is covered in white
Sprays and bouquets of every beautiful white flower,
Placed there by an angel as a beacon of hope and power

White flowers of friendship, affection and love,
Light the way home like the stars above
Today the garden shows no trace,
Of what was once a barren place

No longer when I walk in the garden do I feel alone,
For the harmony of our friendship has blossomed and grown
No longer are there briers and thistle to fight for hours,
The garden is an endless sea of beautiful White Flowers

Written sometime in 2002  for Julia, my friend in St. Petersburg, Russia.  Thank you, Julia, for being my friend... most especially, when I really needed one.  :)

Silent Fires Burn Bright

photo by donna ~ Fuller Lake, Cumberland County, PA 2010

Water of torquiose, blue and black

shimmering like ice slowly melting

in the late Autumn sun

Silent are the time worn secrets

hidden deep below the quarry waters

The smooth lake surface disturbed

only by the faint whisperings

of the undulating mountain air

Standing on the man-made beach

of gritty white sand

I see myself being reflected

in the cold lake waters

The unintentionally

mocking insult

oscillating and 

rippling through me

A dormant fury

beginning to simmer 

deep inside me

Do not hide

behind arrogance and pride

Whilst settling upon answers

to questions of mid-life 

If lacking the sophistication

of the worldly ilk

If speaking the language 

of stammering country folk

Do not be fooled

nor hold out pity 

For silent fires burn bright within me

I am stronger and wiser than you might know

Harvest Moon

Harvest moon illuminates
Powerful mystique
casting illusion
upon the horizon complete

Visions of strangers
amidst friends unknown
Pass in the night
like stars tossed
upon an ocean of light
 
Haunted by memories
not yet mine
Feeling adrift
caught lost in time

Long is the road
when nowhere bound
What lies over the hill
beyond the bend
remains still
To be found

Beauty Beguiles

photo by donna ~ Rocky Mountains, Colorado august 2010

Beware Beauty

when she puts on her mask

For Beauty beguiles

and charms the unexpecting

The unsuspecting

Love is a treasure

to be found in your heart

Not to be held in ransom

Unconditional and true

A treasure for you

Open your eyes

to the words that heal

Listen and hear

and you will see

That love is with you

Unconditional and true

A treasure for you

Always remember

never forget

Beauty beguiles

when she puts on her mask

Robes Of A Sage

As minstrels tell
stories in song
fear not for me
For mine is to listen
To hear the words
you would choose to say

Do not be fooled
by the robes of a sage
The light of wisdom gained
can also be blinding
A place for the
wise to unwittingly hide

Personal pain is released
only when shared
with those who
can feel the wounds
that cut so deep

So tell me your stories
of hurt and pain
For mine is to listen
To hear the words
you would choose to say

Running Free... Like The Wind

photo by donna ~ above Guatemala, Central America 1986

I was with friends and my sisters... we were out walking... enjoying getting across a beautiful country park and gardens... Seeing everything we could see before the end of the day... We decided it would be better if we walked faster as we explored all along the way... We began to trot... then we began to jog... then we began to run... it was fun... 

We were running and seeing a myriad of strange and common things... We were getting closer to being at the other side of the park by the end of day... when darkness would close in... We wouldn't see much of all the whirling world around us...

I discovered that if we shed our clothing and shoes we could run faster ...   We were running barefoot and free of constricting clothing...

As we ran faster and faster, the park filled with natural wonders... We came to a pond covered in water lilies and I was running so fast I was in the middle of the pond... in water up to my neck before I could stop.... I thought of alligators and creatures under the water and turned as fast as I could and tried to swim quietly and very quickly to shore where I had entered the pond... 

Even though it was just as far across to the unknown shore...

All was well and I caught up with my friends and sisters...

One of my sisters said that if she braided my hair, I would be able to run even faster because my hair wouldn't get in my eyes and blind my vision.... I agreed... She and one of the friends braided my hair with beautiful pastel-colored ribbons intertwined...it looked great...

A wind came up as they were doing my hair... They had to fight it a bit but they were able to braid my hair with great success.....We began running again and...

I was in the lead... I was running like I was the wind itself... the ribbons dangled a bit at the ends and fluttered in the breeze as I ran... I liked it... it wasn't distracting at all, but like a challenge to get the colorful ribbons to flutter into my field of vision... The ribbons looked like a rainbow and I was running along it...

I can't remember anything specific that happened next... except my clock radio went off waking me to some unrecognizably hard music...

I would have liked to have stayed running in that dream... it was enlightening and I saw soooooooo much along the way... and I was free...

I was free ...

Morning has broken... 

'Get It Right Next Time' by Gerry Rafferty

In 1975 after graduating high school, I worked at Listening Booth, the local record shop, where it was store policy to play, at least once, every new release that came into inventory.  It was also unwritten policy that the album liner notes were to be read so as to further familiarize ourselves with musical artists, their backgrounds, inspirations, etc., their possible studio associations with one another and to garner general knowledge of the world of music.  What a dream come true for a music devotee.

It was in this way I was first introduced to the music of Gerry Rafferty.

A gifted songwriter/singer whose music blends the styles of Rock and radio-friendly Pop with heavy Folk music influences in the style of personal story telling in a manner to which the listener can relate. Gerry Rafferty may have drawn on his own personal complex dichotomies and experiences in his songs but, as every great songwriter, is able to make his deeply moving lyrics become universal and understood on not only on an intellectual level, but on an empathic level, as well.  Whether by unintended accident or ironic design, Gerry Rafferty speaks to the tortured soul in all of us...

One of my very favorite Gerry Rafferty songs musically and lyrically, Get It Right Next Time from his 1979 album "Night Owl".

A River Familiar

photo by donna, Big Spring Creek, Cumberland County, PA May 2010

Drifting... 

A river familiar

floating the waves of discovery

my own

alone

whispering with the many restless voices

Shadows and strange faces

race along the shore

tripping,

sliding,

rising,

blending into one

Mysterious muse on the move

waiting

just beyond the crowd

beckoning...

'round the curve of the horizon

glowing...

above the tranquility of sunset

glimmering...

below the brilliance of sunrise

shimmering...

amidst the luminance of starshine

elusive...

Wandering shores unknown

never alone,

Yet always on my own

The One

photo by donna ~ Doubling Gap, Cumberland County, PA 2005

Running, running away

feet never touching the ground

through towns more worldly,

more cold

through highland meadows greener,

lonelier

seeking that which waits beyond the borders,

that which couldn't be found

Always running, running while standing still

it's time for a retreat

time to make solitary camp

while wondering, wondering

where to wander next

Finding myself back in the valley I left

so long ago

for the road that leads to somewhere,

anywhere,

but here,

anywhere but home

forever looking for the one,

the one that couldn't be found

The road circles back on me

feeling too much like a rolling stone

yearning for a solid foundation

to cease the restlessness,

to ease the pain

of forever running,

running to nowhere

Stopping to catch my breath

and look back from the mountaintop

gazing down on the valley

wondering if I could fly

instead of run

would life have been different,

that special life,

the one which couldn't be found

'Paper In Fire' by John Mellencamp

When Mtv first launched in 1981, I was captivated by the concept.  Quickly, I became disenchanted with the unabashed commercialism of music via video interpretations and superficial portrayals conforming all to the latest look and trend.
Now, looking back at videos made during the peak of success of Mtv, I find a few video that are well made in an artistic and meaningful way doing justice to the song.
Here is one of my favorites from 1987 ,"Paper In Fire"by John Mellencamp.  I like how the Americana Music vibe and roots of Rock Music is brought forth in the video.  Among other things, watch for the man buck dancing at 3:02 minute mark.

What a View...

Even though a bit blurry, I love this video.  What a great view!

I love it when at about 2:50 mark John looks over and does a double take right into the camera. 
It is from this perspective that I have always dreamed to experience at a live show of a favorite performer/band. 
Also, this is probably my favorite John Mellencamp  song.

 "She had a dream
And boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dream
With much desire
But when she got too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Like paper in fire

Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

He wanted love
With no involvement
So he chased the wind
That's all his silly life required
And the days of vanity
Went on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Like paper in fire

Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

There is a good life
Right across the green field
And each generation
Stares at it from afar
But we keep no check
On our appetites
So the green fields turn to brown
Like paper in fire

Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire"

~~~ Blowing In on The Zephyr ~~~

After a bit of a hiatus, I've discovered that I can still login here...
*check, check, 1,2,1,2, check*
Now, let's see if I can remember how to post entries...

Hey, my Flickr photo album still works; click on the photo album on right sidebar :o)

Awesome metal art outside  Steve's Live Music in Sandy Springs, Georgia.

photo by donna ~ Sandy Springs, Georgia  september 2012

The Story Of Stuff

The Story Of Stuff
Check out this well-made informational video addressing the impacts of capitalism and consumerism on the world, at large. more than 30 years after environmentalism first became a socially and culturally relevant movement and we are still trying to educate (remind?) ourselves against the dangers of misplaced priorities.

Elvis is in the building

Putting aside pharmaceuticals and a pimping management,
there is no better front man in rock and roll
than was Elvis with his full range honey-smooth voice
and sizzling sensuality.

from 1970, Polk Salad Annie, my favorite Elvis video...
on many levels, seems to capture so much about Elvis and his legacy...

Upcoming Concert Activity

The 2008 concert circuit is shaping up nicely...
currently, i've got tickets to see Classic Rockers, Van Halen, at Hershey, Pennsylvania mid-March,
Country Rock favorite, Hank Williams, Jr. with Southern Rockers, Lynyrd Skynyrd, early-April at Hershey, Pennsylvania,
Rhythym & Blues great, Etta James, at Harrisburg, Pennsylvania mid-April,

AND *drummm rroll*

Canada's uniquely creative 3-man power-rockers extraordinaire, RUSH, at HersheyPark Stadium mid-July.

Really looking forward to these shows!