What Are You Listening To Right Now? #26 NEW!!

❓️ Anyone remember these " oldies" ...



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Of course, I've heard "The End Of the World," but I'd recalled the singing as having been better, so figured I must have heard a different version. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure how I'm familiar with it, since I think it's a bit before my time (born in '65). Maybe I heard my mom singing it. Or I just remembered it better than it had sounded-- who knows?

Anyway, looking for this elusive cover, I came across another singer, who I'd not known before, but who is good, and who had apparently been rather popular, in her day. Actually, her career seems to've spanned at least parts of several decades. She is an Australian singer, who you will recognize immediately if you were formerly a viewer of the Ed Sullivan Show-- judging by the # of videos of her on that program, she seems like she must've popped in, at least once a month! Also, she is pretty "easy on the eyes," as they say, or once said.

Lana Cantrell-- Rock-A-Bye Your Baby






Should I?
(This one is part of a T.V., that goes into another person's performance, also on the video).






I'll Build A Stairway To Paradise






Don't miss this last one--
I Will Wait For You

 

Here are a few more, of Australia's Lana Cantrell, whose entire career had been unknown to me, before tonight.


Moon River





Walking Back To Happiness





I Don't Know Why (I love You)





Roses of Picardy-- she even does some scatting, here (in her quiet style)





Supplementary note: A Greatest Hits type compilation I'd seen, had dates spanning several decades, but it seems Ms. Cantrell, who is now 80 years young, had all her real success, during the 1960s. She never had anything near the top of the charts, though of course she seems to have mostly covered standards, and other people's hits. She was once nominated, though, for a Grammy, in 1968. Though she'd been performing since she was 10 years old (1953), and the T.V. performances I've included, go back as far as 1961 and 1962, her '68 Grammy nomination had been for "Best New Artist."

 

Nice to hear from you, CarverGirl.

 

I am not writing anymore Falena, but I liked the feeling of accomplishment when I did. I would get an idea about writing something like expressing," fall as emotions", and then see what would happen when I tried it. Sometimes I wasn't satisfied with it so I stopped until I could go back and make the idea work. Most of what I wrote was just the beginning of an idea, they were never finished.

Fell A Season To Now
This image straying from us into the glass, faint with your reflection captured between the panes an placed like a portrait fading to the haunted autumn scene past the glaze, embedded in the fall beyond it. Glad bursts of change and golds bold with comfort, reds warming mood, browns mellow sentiment. Then on to the sorrowful yellow depth of us now as they mix our souls to blend with the splashes of seasoned emotions set against the colors in us. This fall is like any other. First the vibrant feelings of amber and crimson then pale shades of green give way to light pastel shifts from thoughts for each other in these moving moments that tend us through toward the willingness of fate. Shapes of edges are outlined with light flowing around them and scented with wonder then collected from visions of us through leaves hardened, becoming fragile to touch while they grow dying beyond what we acknowledge. Drafted before us in this season to now as when we had loved. That too, is delicate and waiting to fall to the landscape of our lives. Bringing us this hurt past the gaze of our hearts. Swift brisk tensions lead this blustery day, mimicking the breeze flowing over the felled remnants of time, as it moves undaunted brightly clad with changes that whisper to our eyes. The trees drop colors to litter the ground leaving their branches bare in places, in this season that has followed what was before it and will soon end, to be felt by what comes after it.

 

This started innocently enough, but then I got the idea of trying to make it sound poetic, lol. Try as I must …..( I usually posted the song I was listening to with the idea I was working on. So I could go back to it later.)

Tastes of Sweet Flowers
The building in me of this rise to ," manly needing" grows and feeds my nature with the images and memories of your ecstasy and the soft warm fruits of your body and its call to share be and do with me for a time. Then I know you as familiar in my touch, now kneeling in surrender you appear as a wonderful blossom. Inviting me to taste you- a rose of passion:
"Sweet Flower"- reminding me of its beauty unfolding as I open each petal, soft a shiny gloss. Revealing more of the mystery and rush of its allure, growing undaunted by the day waking around it. Beads form and roll away, each's adding to the sensual aesthetic pleasures waiting to be tasted, it's bud swollen, ripe and rich with the flowing nectar of togetherness. Pulls me into this moment of flesh and wills catching turns and moving in their own, giving delight and receiving direction from the utterances of sounds, not made up of words; but communicated thru touch. The fragrance of your desire moves my lips closer to yours as the promise in our moment leads me into your spirit and longing. Arching, clutches of you as my tongue dances rapid steps of lividness, teasingly tracing the steps that have pleased you in the past. Moving with you in this dance as quick of our retreat from then to again and now when as a singular melody we are played by the language of our fire like a sweet tune so perfect, lost and recaptured each taste of you. Bursts of delight send me to your thoughts willing us further in search of our movements together forging them into the ornament, of our love- your rose of passion.

 

Blues.....

 

Hauntingly classical with unusual honesty then coupled with creative innocence. (lol)

 

I recently took my nieces to go see the musical Six. I had seen it once before live and my wife and scene it twice. It's ****ing phenomenal. It is a weird historical musical where the six wives of Henry the 8th form a girl band and compete to see who had it worse, each getting a musical number. I've been listening to the soundtrack nonstop since I saw it the first time, and my nieces dressed up for it. Here's a bit from the opening number: Six performance at the Olivier Awards 2019 with Mastercard - YouTube

 

Saw them Live in 77, then Page/Plant 18 years later. No Bonham or JPJ but they had another really good guitarist (The Cure's Porl Thompson) so Page could do some of the stuff that required two guitars. He also had a bunch from the local symphony that did violins on Kashmir. This was their best track though from a different venue-same tour and I think this is LZ's best song.

 

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happy 76th to Bobby Weir

 

Oh wow - good one!. I had a black cat for years, my friends told me song reminded them of me.

 

Thank YOU DEFining for your many diverse songs. I have always said that some rock is definitely rooted in jazz. I finally found someone that agrees with me! You GET music. Welcome, and glad to meet you.

 

Such a fun, great performance from Joel on piano - in Russia.

 

My sleep ended today, with a kind of weird dream, but which called itself to my attention because of its central focus, which had been my listening to a duel of short musical passages, woven into a cohesive chain. I wonder if others have known the frustration of having so clearly heard music in a dream, that cannot be clearly recalled, upon waking. My sense of the work, though, was still fresh, and I am sure it had been a confabulation of my own mental doing-- yet it had been so orchestrally dense, defined, and reasonably in conformance with convention, that I had to think I'd snipped actual music I'd heard, though didn't recognize, and pasted it into this figment.

This has led me on a Quixotic quest, looking for some connection between the situation within that dream dimension, wherein existed a remarkable tie between Beethoven and Stravinsky, and the real, waking world. While I have been coming across all manner of diverse finds, of both music and historical fact, I've come here, not seeking any assistance in dream interpretation, but only to share this one interesting piece I've come across: a Stravinsky Violin Concerto, in D Major (the Beethoven, on the recording, had bored me).

This piece is brimming with cheer, and sparkles with dramatic expression, including a comical humor, which deliciously intermingles with elements from a much darker realm. While it evokes a distinct atmospheric character, I love its broad leaps into wide, expansive heights.
The lead violinist, Vilde Frang, also impressed me, as quite an accomplished talent. The person debuting as a conductor here, incidentally, Pekka Kuusisto, is a violinist, himself, who plays in the piece.

 

so today we have Judith Durham and her beautiful voice......


talking of heavenly.....open your Bibles to Ecclesiastes 3:1-8....


...and again the heavenly voice of Hayley Westenra....

 

Pete Townsend's paean to some self abuse material

 

In honor of what would have been his 78th birthday-the Legendary Leslie West

 

Happy what would have been his 80th Birthday to the incomparable bassist, song writer and lead vocalist of super group Cream-Jack Bruce. The term "Great" gets tossed around a lot but Jack Bruce was one of the best ever.