When I Finally Got to Woodstock

First? *back to work*

Oh, God. I even got the lyric references in Joel's post. I'm so old.

"Let my freak flag fly." I remember my parents HATED that song. Hated the whole album, actually.

Dude. Window pane. I'll bet the drive was fun.

I have a theory...

Not about dinosaurs, though.

I had a vision of Mount Lombardi, where the football gods dwell. They viewed the debacle that was Spygate, and were sorely vexed.

Not at Belichick, though. Looking at the year so far, the pigskin karma seems firmly against the Jets and the NFL generally.

I guess it helps to sacrifice your sweatshirt sleeves regularly.

:-)

If I recall the story, Jim Nabors helped a garden on Maui that protects an ancient place of worship. No mention of that on the website, though.

http://ntbg.org/gardens/kahanu.php

Maui has too many tourists for even Hana to be a "forgotten" place. Makes me wonder whether anywhere near New York City can be truly forgotten.

To do Method Journalism about Woodstock, does one have to be out in the mud for several days? Would a trip to Glastonbury do the trick?

The blotter acid would definitely explain why you thought they sold wine at Bethel Woods. They sell plenty of yuppie beers, but no wine.

In my post inspired by your article I also included a picture of the stage area.

http://livebythefoma.blogspot.com/2007/10/hillary-hippie.html

Your last blog entry compared it to Wolf Trap which makes for a nice Woodstock/Wolftrap alliteration, but Wolf Trap has a balcony level and a very small lawn area. The Bethel Woods pavilion bears an uncanny resemblance to the Frank Gehry designed Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, Maryland.

Bob Dylan played both Bethel Woods and Merriweather this year.

And it's good to see you carrying on the Hunter S. Thompson school of experiential journalism. I'd suggest an article on SwingStock next. That would make for some great "you are there" reporting.

Color me ignorant, but what does the first part of the title of the previous kit (Back to the Garden: ...) have to do with the kit itself? Enquiring minds want to know.

I s'pose I might have gone to Woodstock as well, but I was kinda busy as well (not to mention being halfway around the world). I don't think that I saw anyboodlebody say, "Yeah, I was there. It was, like, totally cool, man."

I wouldn't want to Enquire too much. The Enquirer got anthraxed, after all.

Trivia: The song "Woodstock" aka "Back To The Garden", which was a hit for Crosby Stills Nash & Young, was actually written by Joni Mitchell who canceled her appearance to be on the Dick Cavett Show.

Don, "Back to the garden" is from Joni Mitchell's song "Woodstock." The lyrics (Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young version) are as follows:

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, tell me, where are you going
This he told me

Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land
And set my soul free

{Refrain}
We are stardust, we are golden
Stardust
We are billion-year-old carbon
Golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Well then, can I roam beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel myself a cog
In something turning

And maybe it's the time of year
Yes, and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning

{Refrain}

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
Stardust
We are caught in the devil's bargain
Golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Don from I-270, "Back to the Garden," refers to the Joni Mitchell song about the Woodstock festival. The song was covered by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young on their album titled "Deja Vu" which was released in 1970. As I said before, my folks hated this album (actually, they hated most of the music I listened to; my dad even complained about Simon & Garfunkel!), except for the song, "Teach Your Children." Yes, I am old.

Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so

And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Hey, you know something people?
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight

You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many live
To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son!

Don,
My last comment serendipitously answered your question without me actually reading it. Wow, man. That's mystical.

The lyrics by Joni Mitchell show she may not have been there in person but she definitely was there in spirit:

I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
Im going on down to yasgurs farm
Im going to join in a rock n roll band
Im going to camp out on the land
Im going to try an get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
I dont know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devils bargain
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

pwned by 'mudge. Now we have the lyrics in there twice.

However, in the Joni Mitchell authorized version, the lyrics are slightly different, to wit:

"Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning"

and

"And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation"

and

"We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves
back to the garden"

Some versions then add: "To some semblance of a garden" as the last line.

The version put out by Matthew's Southern Comfort uses the Mitchell version instead of the CSN(Y) version.

(You're probably sorry yopu asked, Don.)

GIMME A F...

I don't know why current artists who claim to care aren't covering Phil Ochs songs.

The Power and the Glory

Come and take a walk with me thru this green and growing land
Walk thru the meadows and the mountains and the sand
Walk thru the valleys and the rivers and the plains
Walk thru the sun and walk thru the rain

Here is a land full of power and glory
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all (on us all)

From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas too
Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new
Texas and Ohio and the California shore
Tell me, who could ask for more?

Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of her poor
Only as free as the padlocked prison door
Only as strong as our love for this land
Only as tall as we stand

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate
They twist away our freedom & they twist away our fate
Fear is their weapon and treason is their cry
We can stop them if we try

"Fear is their weapon and treason is their cry..." indeed.

That would be "an" F...oh, sorry. I'm in editor mode this morning.

The weird thing about the YouTube link to "With a Little Help From My Friends" is that the sound and the video aren't synched, by three or four seconds. And the joke is, when you're watching Joe Cocker, it just. Doesn't. Matter.

Phil Ochs and Tom Paxton both, Frosty.

Hi!
The LSD in Windowpane acid was deposited on a clear gelatin based carrier, hence its name. It was not a blotter (paper) or tab (pill form).
IIRC it didn't become popular until the mis '70s

I'm having an acid flashback, man.

There are times when I wish the Boodle, wasn't so all-knowing, Boko. *sigh*

But since we're on the theme of counter-culture, the 60s, song lyrics and folksingers, etc., this would be an ideal time for me to introduce a little on-topic project a friend of mine and I were working on. It's a bit long (what a shock), so feel free to skim/skip.

Title: The "Lost Lyrics" of a Peter, Paul and Mary Song (and a "Lost Mini-Album")

I've been a fan of Peter, Paul and Mary since March 1962, when PPM released their first album, simply titled "Peter, Paul and Mary," and "If I Had a Hammer" became a radio Top 10 hit. It was the very first album I ever owned. About a year ago, I bought Peter, Paul and Mary's 2004 release, Carry It On, a boxed set of four CD greatest hits, plus a bonus DVD containing a half hour of songs from the two-hour Carry It On TV show PBS had broadcast about PPM's history and career.

On the second disc of the set, Track 17, is a song called "Il Faut Qu'il Vienne le Temps," (roughly, "We Long for the Time") sung in French. However, the tune of the song is the same as "If I Were Free," which led off PPM's fifth album, See What Tomorrow Brings (1965) (lyrics here: http://www.peterpaulandmary.com/music/f-06-01.htm).

There was a mystery: the lyrics to "If I Were Free" clearly didn't match the lyrics to "Il Faut Qu'il Vienne le Temps." I only ever had one semester of French in college, and although I can tell coq au vin from crème brulee (just barely), I do know enough pidgin French to know that "mon coeur" in IFQVLT means "my heart," and appears not at all in IIWF. But no worries, mate; all I had to do was Google the lyrics for IFQVLT, and get the full French text and with any luck a translation as well.

This is where le plot thickens. Googling "Il Faut Qu'il Vienne le Temps" not only produced no set of lyrics, it produced a few blog threads where people asked for lyrics, but were unable to find them. The official Peter, Paul and Mary Web site that has the liner notes to Carry It On lists the French song and has a link to the lyrics--but when you go to that page, instead of the French lyrics you get the English lyrics to "If I Were Free" - the link I posted above.

"If I Were Free" was written by Travis Edmonson, an Arizona-born folksinger/songwriter who played with the Gateway Singers, the "house" folk band at San Francisco's famed "hungry i" nightclub and folk music Ground Zero. However, the fine print in the liner notes to Carry It On says the French version was written by "Hughes Aufrey" (note the spelling; both names are wrong) and comes from something called Chantent En Français. This turns out to be a four-song 45-rpm record PPM did and which Warner Brothers released in Europe in December 1965; it doesn't appear in any of the usual PPM discographies (probably because it isn't a full "album" or 33-rpm), but can be seen here: http://www.priceminister.com/offer/buy/49976195/Paul-And-Mary-Peter-Chantent-En-Francais-45-Tours.html.

Meanwhile, Aufray's official site (in French, of course; the man is French) gives his name as Hugues Aufray, and that's how it appears on all his albums. The "Aufrey" spelling error first appears on the Chantent en Français record, and so was picked up on the Carry It On credits. How "Hugues" became "Hughes" remains a mystery.

There is nothing on Aufray's Web site or discography to reference either the song or the album. Aufray is well-known in France as a folksinger/songwriter, and is the foremost French interpreter of the lyrics of Bob Dylan. Nothing indicates who might have written the song first, Edmonson the English lyrics or Aufray the French, nor is it clear who wrote the music. My guess is Edmonson, because we know the song existed in 1965 when PPM recorded it on the See What Tomorrow Brings album. Edmonson brought many foreign-language songs into the American folk idiom, but his discography shows he worked only in Spanish, not French. Warner Brothers released Chantent En Français in December 1965 - the same year "If I Were Free" came out on the SWTB album. So there's evidence both the French and the English versions coexisted in 1965.

I'm not suggesting that one writer "stole" the music from the other. In fact, I'll raise the theoretical possibility that neither man wrote the melody, but merely wrote their own sets of lyrics to a tune that may have already existed. (Not unheard of; that's how we got our National Anthem.)

I was left with a French song with no written lyrics, and no English translation. These turned out to be relatively easy problems to solve. I e-mailed the WMV file of the song from my Carry It On disc to a Canadian friend of mine, Patricia McIlveen, and asked her if she would transcribe the French lyrics, and give me a translation of it. She agreed, and a day later e-mailed me the transcription, a literal translation, and - as is right and proper for any good translator to do - a slightly modified but "better" translation. Patricia said that PPM's French was a bit mangled (I think she was actually being polite here), and invited anyone who might read this to listen to the song and note any corrections or emendations they might have, as well as their own translations. She was confident she had the general translation of the song correct, "based on [her] sensibilities of the French language." I have omitted here Patricia's literal translation, and am posting her better, modified version.

So here, for the first time anywhere on the Internet, are the French lyrics as well as English translation to Peter, Paul and Mary's "Il Faut Qu'il Vienne le Temps."

"Il Faut Qu'il Vienne le Temps"
Lyrics by Hugues Aufray
Transcribed and Translated by Patricia McIlveen

Je voudrais bien ouvrir mon coeur
Car il est plein de nos malheurs.
Non, jamais peu ne reviendra
Le temps perdu de nos combats.

Le pauvre monde est tout couvert
De toutes de bombes et du puissants
Il faut qu'il vien le temp promis
Le temp du paix, les temps du vie.

Je voudrais bien ouvrir mon coeur
Car il est plein de nos malheurs.
Non, jamais peu ne reviendra
Le temps perdu de nos combats.

Non, recollect s'il vont tomber
Pour la terre entiere, pour en chanter,
Des mots nouveaus, de mots de paix
Pour les troupaux et les bergers.

Je voudrais bien ouvrir mon coeur
Car il est plein de nos malheurs.
Non, jamais peu ne reviendra
Le temps perdu de nos combats.

Chorus:
I fain would open my heart
For it is full of sorrow.
We can never reclaim
The time we've lost to war.

The dear world is engulfed
In bombs ordered by the powerful.
We long for the promised time,
The time of peace, the time of life.

[Chorus]

Remember he who died
So that the whole world might sing out
The good news, the song of peace,
For the flocks and for the shepherds.

[Chorus]

Mudge, I'm glad you posted that but I STILL want to use it as a guest kit. I was sort of saving it.

Meanwhile, Aufray's official site (in French, of course; the man is French) gives his name as Hugues Aufray, and that's how it appears on all his albums. The "Aufrey" spelling error first appears on the Chantent en Français record, and so was picked up on the Carry It On credits. How "Hugues" became "Hughes" remains a mystery.

Wiki:
Hugues Aufray (born Jean Auffray on August 18, 1929 in Neuilly-sur-Seine) is a French singer of Spanish ancestry; Aufray began his career singing in Spanish.

Good job Patricia. I'll try to improve on it tonight. Too busytoday. I'm up to my armpits in work morass, with crocodiles swimming around and birds dropping stuff on my head.
Mudge, the plot thickens: Aufray lived in New-York from October 61 to May 62. He mentions in his web biography that he met PPM at the Blue Angel in New-York in February 1962. PPM introduced him to a little known author and composer: Bob Dylan. More later.

Oh, sorry, Joel. It just seemed to be really on-topic today.

GIMME A U...

Loudon Wainwright's contribution to the kit:

The Acid Song lyrics

Artist - Loudon Wainwright
Album - Live
Lyrics - The Acid Song

I had not taken acid for twelve years
But one night last summer I did
I was adrift in a bar room
Acting like a jerk and a kid

I knew we were asking for trouble
Trouble was what we would get
Five of us dropped in the girls room
Sacadilicised insane quintet

Well that bathroom got crowded in no time
Our minds were all blown in one flash
Everyone in there got ugly
We exited out of there fast

Back in the bar we were happy
Feeling great, no problem
Back in the bar we were fine
Till Johnny turned into a Nazi
And Mary threw up all her wine

Well in no time we all were ejected
Soon we were out on the street
The sidewalk began to perspire
We had glass and dog s**t at our feet

We went over to Marys apartment
cmon
To listen to the Grateful Dead
On the way there we lost Johnny
He had opted for Bellevue instead

Well Im really glad we did this, it feels great. Just like the old days, I love this.
I know my hairs on fire, its like incense or something
You know, your face is melting
It is, its all the colours of the rainbow

Hey you wanna hold some fruit?
Cmon, hold some fruit
It breeds, it really does
Have a cantaloupe, cmon
Ah, no I dunno where the Donovan tape is

Well I had to get out of that city
Bobby was bringing me down
Me and my darling young Susie
Said so long and drove out of town

Driving on acid is easy
Driving on acidÕs a breeze
Just keep the car on the highway
Dont laugh and dont fart and dont sneeze

Oh we got to my house in the country
In the country man
The trees were all throbbing and green
Susie was sure she had cancer
I was sure I was James Dean

We went down the lake to go swimming
Cmon lets try it out
Down to the lake for a swim
Susie said water cures cancer
I asked her to please call me Jim

Yes acid is usually dangerous
The mild-mannered can quickly turn mean
Lsd can surely derange us
Unless you possess Thorazine

So next time you wanna go out there
When you feel like fitting your head
Think twice before dropping acid
Hold out for mushrooms instead!

It was. And is. Thanks.

By Richard Harrington and Ann E. Marimow
Washington Post Staff Writers
Wednesday, September 26, 2007; Page C01

Live Nation, the world's largest producer of live concerts [our own Henry Cisneros is on the board of directors], has sealed a deal to build one of its Fillmore clubs in Silver Spring, bringing a hallowed name in rock history to the entertainment district in the city's revitalized downtown. ...

The Fillmore is a new brand of nightclubs that Live Nation has introduced in six cities to complement its 11 House of Blues clubs. Live Nation, when it was a part of SFX, purchased Bill Graham Presents in the late '90s. In the '60s, the legendary Graham-owned Fillmore in San Francisco launched the careers of rock, soul and jazz icons including the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Santana.

http://www.unionstreet.com/history.htm

Fillmore Street -- Named after [Loomis descendant] Millard Fillmore, 15th President of the United States.

Wiki:
The Fillmore (also known as the Fillmore Auditorium or, for several years, The Elite Club), is a historic music venue in San Francisco, California made famous by Bill Graham (1931-1991). Named for its location at the intersection of Fillmore Street and Geary Boulevard, it lies on the boundary of the Western Addition neighborhood and the Pacific Heights neighborhood.

As of 2007, The Fillmore is owned and operated by Live Nation, a recent spin-off of [San Antonio-based] media conglomerate Clear Channel Communications.

Also:

http://punk-music.suite101.com/article.cfm/monterey_a_year_before_woodstock

August 13, 2007: It was 40 years ago today. Everyone remembers Woodstock, but the 1967 Monterey International Pop Festival was the model for all the rock festivals that followed.

I observed the country-working class version of the Woodstock generation, filtered through mining prairie town Montana, by watching my babysitters and their boyfriends. Oh, the bouffant bubble morphing into the shiny straight fall of hair (set on orange juice cans); and the mutton chop sideburns that came later to the prairie, outstaying theie welcome; and the bell bottom pants, including the self-made ones with calico fabric; but most of all these three boys home in boxes from Vietnam:

M. Murphy
C. Gagnon
T. Cyr

T. Lafferty and P. O'Boyle were never the same again. I went to school with younger sibs of these boys.

The Murphy funeral was desolate beyond belief; Mrs. Murphy could not bear the loss of any of her boys (6 or 7?). Radicalized in an augenblick, she hung a poster on her front door:

War is not
Healthy for
Children and other
Living Things.

My mom hung one in the basement; both of them started a subscription to Dorothy Day's Catholic Worker to read about the Berrigan Brothers and Pax Christi.

The sound track of those times for me is one part Bob Dylan; two parts Peter Paul and Mary; and as ever, Charley Pride singing the ballad songs for boys who served but should have been riding in a Ford 350 listening to "Kiss an Angel Good Morning."

I learned about Woodstock from watching PBS specials through the years.

Have I ever mentioned that I was at Newport when Dylan went electric?

Is anyone following VA's first congressional district special election race? (Stretches from Newport News to the Stafford/Prince William county border). I was amazed to learn the Frostrents' house is actually in this district, not Dem. Bobby Scott's. Do the ultra left leaning southern Frostbittens have any chance at not being represented by a right wing gun nut?

Fillmore. Fillmore East. Virgil Fox, organ!

You were there, Maggie? Wow. Did the audience really boo?

CP- I've been hanging by a thread all day and now you have me crying.

No, Maggie. Cool. I understand that the performance wasn't quite what the audience expected. I saw Dylan much later, in two separate shows at the Ovens Auditorium in Charlotte. It's a great place and seats around 1000 people. I'm taking my daughter there to see RatDog next month.

Maggie, you have mentioned that, but I had forgotten. It is worth mentioning often.

Monterey was 2 years before Woodstock actually. But who's counting? The thing about Woodstock was not the amazing lineup of talent, but the fact that so many people showed up, many if not most without tickets, and that it not turn into a tragedy. Despite the lack of organization and facilities, in spite of the rain, it was peaceful.

Sorry Mudge.
I don't know what got into me.

I just added the Mudge thang to the kit. A bonus kit! A twofer. What a bargain this blog is today!

A bargain bargain, indeed.

WaPo.com should bill me twice for today's Kits.

bc

Oh Frosti, I hope the tears were the good kind, but the losses then and now, should take us all up short.

I am shortly off to an emergency band thingie -- Jack, wish YOU were the driver. Two of us keep the ancient uniforms together.

Frosti, later in the day I shall post a picture and a pointer to a plant news item that should be balm.

Wow for Mudge. Toodle award for you, sir. Top Boodler = a Toodle. The box is Tiffany blue, as you can see. You can wear the pin on your lapel proudly all day and then some.

Isn't it awesome that 'Mudge solved a 35-year mystery all by himself? I nearly (well, not nearly, exactly) dropped an expletive when I learned about it.

Thanks, CP -- but let's not forget to give props to my friend Patricia McIlveen for the translation and transcription. She's the one who made it happen. I was just kinda the impresario --the Bill Graham, if you will -- bringing the work forward.

Honestly, the only thing about the counter culture I remember is "The Banana Splits Club," to which I was a fully paid member. I guess it would have been exciting to have been at Woodstock. I hear the Shanana set was smokin'.

Ironically, it is the reference to Jim Nabors that provides the strongest flashback to that era. My grandfather owned several of his albums. And actually used to occasionally play them. He never failed to comment on the surprising baritone voice of Jim Nabors. Even when we begged him not to.

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This kit has just produced in me a profound sense of disillusionment. For I present the following quote from that classic television sitcom, "Taxi."

"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I went to Woodstock.
Bobby Wheeler: Oh yeah? You went to Woodstock?
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yep, half a million people gathered together in peace and harmony, grooving to Joni and The Who... hey, you know, if I hadn't gone, there would have only been 499,999 people... lucky for them I went.

And yet. Tragically. The song list suggests Joni wasn't even at Woodstock. I mean, if you can't trust the writers of "Taxi, " what hope is there for any of us?

But, RD, they gave us 'what does a yellow light mean?' (Just thinking about it now, I laugh.)

Oh my goodness...it's on youtube.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=-mrJKB1MtHk

LostInThought - it always makes me smile too. One of the funniest bits ever filmed for television.

Mitchell didn't go to Woodstock, but had wanted to and planned to; she didn't "not go" because of the Dick Cavett show. There's a good clip here (third one down) explaining what happened: http://www.cbc.ca/lifeandtimes/mitchell.html

Basically she and David Geffen were going to go, but heard how bad traffic was, etc., and Geffen talked her into not going. Meanwhile, CSN were in the same predicament, but rented a helicopter, and were able to fly in and fly out. Mitchell watched the thing on television, she says, and the next day went on Cavett's show. On that show, CSN, now returned (on their chopper) from Woodstock, also came on the show, kind of as a surprise, and they all talked about it (it's in the clip).

RD,
Wikipedia confirms that Joni wasn't there. Jim may not have been either. The number of people that claim to have been at Woodstock is about 75 million.

YouTube pulled the Taxi clip but you can watch it here: http://www.ugoto.com/video_taxi__what_does_a_yellow_light_mean.html

There's a Jimi Hendrix at Woodatock DVD.
Great FX if he wasn't there.

Hmmm. I can still see it. And it's the whole 5 minutes (the application too).

I'll confess to being a bit of a Junior Hippie back in the day, and I do find that my personal reactions to things still slant towards the left of center. And suddenly, it's cool again (at least here in the Boodle)... why, oh, why did I ever get my hair cut?

'The Banana Splits Club,' - RD, I'm ready to visit 'Danger Island' myself.
"Uh, oh -- Jongo!"

Dag, that Taxi 'yellow light' bit was hilarious back in the day. I wish the firewalls here at the ofc. would let me watch it.

bc

Mudge's 2:41 is basically the story I remember hearing. I thought that Mitchell wanted to go to Woodstock but was also booked on the Cavett show. With traffic the mess that it was, she and Geffen (mostly Geffen, I think) thought it would be better if she stayed in town and went on the Cavett show. (I have a feeling she would have been happy to go off in the helicopter with the boys.) Anyway, she stayed in New York and wrote "Woodstock" in Geffen's apartment. That show has been released on DVD, by the way, along with other rock interviews that Cavett did.

As to Mudge's excellent addition to the kit, Fairport Convention did a French version of an obscure Dylan song called "If You're Gonna Go, Go Now" (I think). I wonder if the same translator was involved or if the Fairporters did it themselves.

bc, I don't know of any issue other than the man himself. Obama's promise is for all America, not some, but all. I like that thinking, it's the implementation that's hard.

Slyness, I saw the item about the fire and the college students on Ocean Isle Beach. I keep wondering were they all asleep, and realized what was going on too late. It is awful.

My only experience of Woodstock is from news footage and hearing others talk about it on television and in the movies. I've never met a person that really went there. I would love to know more. I believe it was an interesting time. And to know what moved people to do Woodstock would be even more enjoyable. I think when people are held to a high stress level from wars, revolutions, discord for long periods of time one will have a "Woodstock". I mean who can maintain that kind of mental energy for long periods of time without caving in? And I believe the population gets disillusioned about their existence to some extent. All the stuff we get hyped up about, and in the end, we're all going to die, and a new generation will get hyped up about the same old thing, until they find out better, hopefully, before they die.

I hope this post doesn't kill the boodle.

Slyness, I take the rest when and where I can. There are so many situations and issues hanging around me, I'm walking and praying.

Good work, Mudge.

BZ, shipmate.

And, thanks to those who provided the song info earlier. Gawd, without the Boodle, I'd be such an igorant putz. The boodle is the one-stop shop for all of the knowledge in the universe.

And, who knew that you couldn't eat raw meat left out all night. No wonder I feel oooky after doin' that.

Boko, I meant Reverend Jim the Fictional Taxi Driver. Jimi the Guitar Legend was definitely there. Not that I was there or anything. I was too busy watching H.R. Pufnstuf which was plenty trippy. And a lot less muddy.

That is OK. I hear he's your friend when things get rough.

I know one person who went to Woodstock. I don't remember hearing about it beforehand. I was a tad young to go by myself, even if I had - no car (probably no DL), no money. That weekend I was in what I always called upstate New York - I realize now that it is far western New York state (near Jamestown), with my best friend from high school, at her grandparents'house. Her older cousin told us he was hitchhiking to Cornell - he actually went to Woodstock. I never got to hear about his experience first hand. Wonder what happened to him?

yelllojkt - oh please. Don't mention HR Pufnstuf. I'll start flashing back to Witchy-Poo and Living Island.

Far, far worse than any of that bad acid I done heard tell about.

Jimmy....Jimmy....listen to the flute... don't go into the boat...no...make it stop.

I meant, wonder what happened to her cousin in all the years since Woodstock - but I also wonder what happened to him *at* Woodstock.

Joel, funny thing you should mention Going Up the Country, by Canned Heat.

I was just in the ShopRite, nearly as full as Woodstock, but with earnestly-shopping residents from nearby nursing homes, their buses blocking traffic outside. Guess what was playing over the PA system? Almost as incongruent as being in a tasteful goldsmith's establishment and hearing the Sneaker Pimps on their system.

pj, Fairport Convention! I'm also nostalgic here for Error and our discussions about WMMR in Philadelphia during those years.

RD, quit bragging about how young you are! Are you back home? You must have taken the sun with you. Sorry - I'm a little cranky today.

yello, I appreciate the HR PufnStuff remembrance as I was too young to appreciate Woodstock.

LiT the Taxi clip was very funny - thanks.

Mudge just for you there is a new book coming out here listing the top one hundred albums,(Canadian), Neil Young and Joni Mitchell top the list.

http://www.canada.com/globaltv/globalshows/et_story.html?id=981a7cd4-4a31-4c0a-a024-0ffd50445df4

mostlylurking - yep I'm back here. Sorry about stealing the weather, but gosh that was a beautiful few days wasn't it?

Young? I used to think I was still young. In the bloom of youth in fact. Then I saw some students from the University of Washington during my trip.

Excuse me while I go look for my walker.

Mudge... good job... I love sleuthing like that. But why didn't you just ask Yoki to help you out?

Is Martooni still here? Martooni... I saw you on Etsy the other day and tried to contact you through their portal (ha!) but had a little trouble with the registration system.

dbG also pointed me toward the site. It's not just for the crafty types but for anyone who wants to purchase their crafts. It looks like a great cost-effective way to bring home some high-quality handmade stuff... fairy doors, paintings, sock monkeys... you never now what.

I got sidetracked by watching the Taxi clips on YouTube. Thanks for the link!! I was at the Monterey festival in 1967 and saw both Pete Townsend and Jimi Hendrix destroy guitars! Janice Joplin was probably the best of that night. Purple Owsley anyone?

Sneaker Pimps? Talk about your late 90s flashbacks!

Hear Hear, for Mudge's translatorial muse who helped with that astonishing post. I hope our Francophone boodlers enjoyed this.

I keep hearing Edith Piaf, only because all French songs induce such an ear worm in my brain.

My question is simple: What do the actual organizers of Woodstock think about their festival being appropriated by persons who never attended the event?

Tourism indeed. Sounds like someone making a buck off of someone else's glory.

mostlylurking writes:
The thing about Woodstock was not the amazing lineup of talent, but the fact that so many people showed up, many if not most without tickets, and that it not turn into a tragedy. Despite the lack of organization and facilities, in spite of the rain, it was peaceful.

http://www.woodstock69.com/wsrprnt7.htm

Woodstock had 5,162 medical cases, according to a state Health Department report released October 4, 1969. The report listed 797 documented instances of drug abuse. No births were recorded in the festival medical tent, but Dr. Abruzzi told the Health Department there were eight miscarriages. The report lists two deaths by drug overdose and the death of Raymond Mizak in the tractor accident.

Very nice work, Mr. Curmudgeon. If you're not careful, you're gonna turn the Boodle into a literary blog. We'll lose our link on the Hewitt blog then!

Rob, since they had to go through the 80s to get to this time, I'd bet they are almost all for rampant captialism.

I was filling out forms earlier today, and from a gov't form, saw the notation 'Cosmic' in reference to security clearance. It was all I could do not to laugh. They are kidding right? Cosmic is so... you know, 70s.

(Not that I am trying to get a clearance, just pushing paper) mindlessly filling in stupid forms, where they ask me pertinent data. Like our address. Which they already had, because they mailed the form to me.

We were doing Little Mary Sunshine when some members (including one with the Flag sewn to the seat of his pants) of the cast asked for permission to skip rehearsal to go to a concert. Why not? They happily came back and the show went on.

Speaking of sock monkeys and Etsy . . . http://www.etsy.com/storque/section/thisHandmadeLife/article/sock-monkeys-their-history-and-their-revival/358/

Nice text on your offerings, martooni! Let us know if the Christmas elf ones go up (liked Mudge's take on that).

As I remember the Newport Folk Festival when Dylan went electric, (and I could be totally wrong), The Paul Butterfield Blues Band were playing there as well, so there were electric instruments available. Dylan wanted to sing a few of his rock-sytle songs, so he arranged it with the others (not with Pete Seeger).

The expensive seats in the front were occupied by older, more financially secure people, but the back seats were the the ones that college kids and their ilk ended up in.

When Dylan started "Like a Rolling Stone," we in the back went nuts, screaming out the lyrics, and the folks in the front were outraged. They booed and yelled. It was great! "The Times They Are A-changing!"

Some umbrage at the Canadian top 100 list. I'm ok with The Guess Who's American Woman not coming in until #10 (though I would have ranked it higher) but Gordon Lightfoot not appearing until what, 74? Behind Shania Twain and about half a dozen Bryan Adams albums, puhlease. Didn't even see BTO, but was probably blinded by umbrage. Saw Randy Bachman on a Rick Mercer re-run this summer. Cool guy.

Speaking of lists, Joel got snubbed again. Washingtonian magazine put together a top 150 list and Marc Fisher made the list.

http://www.washingtonian.com/articles/people/5599.html

Cassandra, from what you just said, maybe your community NEEDS a Woodstock?

Mudge, thanks for the editorial reminder that it's an "F". I flashed back to the pleasant lessons on the rules of a/an long ago. Of course, it's said as "an eff."

"A/an" is something, alas, I will always have to proofread and practice to keep these invisible front vowels or consonants straight.

Hopefully it won't take an eon nor a unit of editors for me to get it straight in the end.

On the Canadian list, there should be at least one Kate & Anna McGarrigle record. And Lightfoot should be higher on the list, too.

The list does have The Tragically Hip, one of my favorite group names, along with Southern Culture on the Skids and Barenaked Ladies.

Joel should have had Diane Rehm's spot. I prefer to listen to her show when she has a guest host.

You know, until this very day, I thought that Taxi was a made for TV adaptation of Taxi Driver.

Maggie,

There is a DVD coming out this week of Dylan's performances at Newport, including the electric one. Most of the musicians he used to perform were members of Paul Butterfield's group. They didn't have much time to rehearse, so they only did a few songs.

Only 3 Rush albums? Geddy Lee got robbed. "Great White North" by Bob and Doug McKenzie is a serious omission as well.

Personally I'm a big fan of Tegan and Sara. Pop music doesn't have enough lesbian twin sister duos.

I happened to be talking to my friend the insurance mucky muck, referring back to the question of why insurance companies don't consider the idea of having equipment ready for such events as California wildfires.

His answer, basically these losses are pre-built into the premiums. Andy time they don't lose, they win and make money (thereby paying out shareholders)They look at losses over many many years, over the whole of their portfolio to assess the risk, so the risk, in general is very small. Much smaller than the cost of the equipment and crews. Makes sense I guess in a sucks to be you kind of way.

yello-it is always referred to as "the grammy nominated "Great White North."

*mumblegrumbleratzinfratzin-power-outages-at-work BackBoodling in progess*

SCC- missing 's extra "

CP-they were mostly good tears, but loss is hitting close to home. Mr. F leaves for a short trip to Afghanistan soon, not something I usually regard as anything more than a tax free month, but the BG getting wounded in Iraq reminds that age and advanced rank doesn't make one bullet proof. On the other hand, I may just be weepy because if I could trade places and leave him with the latest round of small town management challenges I would.

Randy Bachman has a radio show on CBC1 Friday and Saturday evenings.

*all-caught-up-now Grover waves*

Frosti, I salute F and will be thinking safe thoughts until he returns.

:-)

Frosti... please let us know when he leaves so we can count down with you toward his gleeful return.

frostbitten, hope all goes well for Mr F and you. I have various work things driving me crazy. My kid called last night and mentioned he is thinking about taking a job in Brooklyn (yes, NY), maybe, next year. Which I equate with a war zone - plus I haven't gotten down to San Francisco to visit yet! But none of that is on par with going to Afghanistan...

Cassandra, we can hope they died in their sleep and never knew what happened. The news tonight said that most of the fatalities were on the third floor. There is speculation that the fire started with a grill on a deck.

We had two huge apartment fires started by grills on decks in the spring of 1987, IIRC, and Charlotte's fire chief went to the Building Code Council to get a ban on use of grills within ten feet of multifamily structures. Now we need to extend that ban to single family buildings.

mostly... is your son offered a position with his same company at the new Brooklyn location? Tell him to TAKE IT!

Wow... an amazing opportunity. You know that the company he works for doesn't move into war zones.

I just found an article that says "plans call for the creation of a new, landscaped 5.5-acre public waterfront esplanade that will return a significant portion of the Red Hook waterfront to the surrounding community." Also plans include a ferry landing for customers!

But before he moves... go visit him in San Francisco!

I'd go to Brooklyn in a heartbeat. My bro lives in Brooklyn Heights and it is almost the perfect neighbourhood, and closer to his ground zero office than his old place in Midtown was.

In fact, he lives on a street mentioned in Angels in America. So how absolutely 100% New York-cool is that?

And have dinner at Rocco's, 2080 Van Ness.

Boo! Rocco's was in response to San Francisco. No doubt Yoki can recommend a wonderful place in NYC.

Just walk up and down Henry Street. I recall a really first-class bar with an echt-French restaurant attached, and a super, casual (Mexican? Something further south?) place as well. A terrific neighbourhood Italian. Lots more that I didn't have time to sample.

Good kit, Joel. And Mudge.

I just wanna say: "Peace, Love, and Rock'n'roll"

I was a tad too young but, like many others, know someone who knew someone who was there.

Yes, TBG, he'd be working for IKEA. OK, you're all making me feel better. NYC has always intimidated me - I've never been there. Anyway, he doesn't care what his moldy old parents think. So, we'll see what happens. I'd better make plans to visit Frisco, sooner rather than later.

I keep meaning to mention that Weingarten was at Woodstock. He was working as a medic - he was 17 - and saw the poor kid who got run over by the tractor. He talked about this a while ago in his chat.

mostly, if you're coming to NY, we could a halfway BPH and see who else we can persuade to join us.

Joisy. It's not just for petrochemicals any more.

Mostly, My nephew and spouse went to NYC for their honeymoon. They had a wonderful time, and recommend it. So does my sister who says no excuse is too small to go. However, you must go to San Fransico too.

Back in the farm days, with the R folks and my folks living locally, and almost every aunt, unlce, and those too many removeds to count, living locally, I felt like we never went anywhere. Now we get to go to travel to... there. Its not that exciting. It's comforting but no way can you say it's exciting. (There was that time...ummm never mind)

http://www.townofcudworth.com/commGallery.htm.

Except for visiting imaginary friends of course.

Mudge, Patricia
There are a couple of lines that don't do it for me completely in "Il faut qu'il vienne le temps". Can someone send the audio file at shriek.den at gmailDOTcom so that I can have a crack at it?
Patricia's translation is priceless ("fain could"; who would have thunk of that?)

The kit reminded me of how long Hugues Aufray has been in this business. Some of his hits are so universal I didn't remember they were his. He is 78, looks fitter and better than me and still does 12-15 concerts a year. Rumor has it he is geting a lot more "action" than me too.*sigh* Mudge, he is a dedicated sailor and sailing and travel are constant themes of his songs. He did a cover of Bob Dylan song in 65, thus introducing the bard of Duluth to the French-speaking world.

Best macaroni and cheese in New York is in Brooklyn: Dumont Burger
http://livebythefoma.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-mac-in-new-york.html

I think the long list of talent at Woodstock was one of the main reasons it is famous. Just a huge list of well loved performers.

I know someone who went there, traveling four hours by car, took some acid when there, was grooving in a tent, and suddenly, like a totally unexpected psychic CRASHING EVENT, an out-of-control motorcyclist did crash into the tent. He too was on acid! The weirdness was, THEY WERE NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS! And neither knew the other was there. Until then. Spooky!

Yay Shriek! Thank you so much! I know, my French sucks almost as much as PPM's!

Mudge, I don't think I saved the wav. file, so please send it to Shrieking Denizen.

Shriek, when I was a kid in Switzerland we knew Aufray as a jazz/ska/just barely into folk singer. He is a legend. And so very much the artist-on-a-motorcycle. In the best tradition of French songwriters, don't you think? My god, the man was an adult when I was a child and, as you so eloquently say, is in better shape at nearly 80 than most of us are in our forties/fifties. A colossal figure.

CP - re: your 12:58...I can't remember the context, but just a couple of days ago I was telling my daughter about rolling our hair around OJ containers back in the 60's and 70's. She looked at me like I was from outer space...she couldn't imagine it. Made me laugh.

bc - all these years I thought it "uh-oh, CHONGO" Learn something new every day.

frosti - in regards to your question about the congressional district frostrents are in...I would say the chances are slim to none that they will be represented by anyone but a right wing, anti-tax, anti-immigration, anti-abortion, anti-any kind-of-compromise-about-anything-at-any- time gun nut. But hope springs eternal.
I will keep good thoughts about Mr. Frosti and his journey. I do honor his service.

Nice work, Mudge and Yoki.

Mostly - New York City is my favorite love-to-visit-but-wouldn't-want-to-live-there place. Go, but save up for awhile first!

Shriek, I'll e-mail you the file tomorrow morning when I get to the office.

Yes, "fain" knocked my sox off when I first saw it. Then I went back and looked at the literal translation (which was "I would well open my heart...") and looked up fain (obviously the English definition), just to make sure, and thought about it for a while. Which is why I thought Patricia's artistic translation was so much better than her literal, mechanical one. When I saw "fain" I thought, "well, all righty then..." I knew I was in good hands.

"Fain" is so...16th century, like a madrigal, which exactly suits the tempo and mood of the song when you hear it. "Fain" has PPM written all over it.

The next outstanding piece I thought was this literal translation:

"No, remember he who fell
For the whole world, so that we can sing out
The new words, the words of peace
For the flocks and the shepherds"

rendered into this:

"Remember he who died
So that the whole world might sing out
The good news, the song of peace,
For the flocks and for the shepherds."

Knowing nothing about it, I'm guessing that French religious idiom contains things different from English, such that "remember he who fell" would probably have gone right over my head, along with "the new words." But the interpretation to "he who died" (instead of "fell") is dead-solid perfect, because we don't think of Jesus as "fallen" but exactly the opposite (risen). [If anything, it is Satan who is associated with the word "fallen," as in fallen angel.] So "fallen" doesn't work in English, whereas "died" is close enough so that when you get to "the new words," the common English religious wording of "the good news," a.k.a. synonymous with "the gospel" renders it perfectly clear what the imagery is supposed to be. I am convinced I would not have properly understood the song if I only had the pure literal translation. That's why her translation was such a great piece of work.

Also, changing "unhappiness" to "sorrow" works on several levels. "Unhappiness" just clunks as a piece of songwriting, but "sorrow" reads very well. On a different (and possibly waaaay obscure level except to my ear and maybe a few other people), the word "sorrow" pops up in PPM's songs all the time--

"If only I could heal your sorrow/Shine on me again" [Weave Me the Sunshine];

"I am a man of constant sorrow";

"Pack up your sorrows";

"In a world filled with sorrow and woe,
If you ask me why this is so...
I really don't know" [from "Day Is Done"];

"For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin/So put off your wedding for Monday mornin'" ["Monday Morning"];

"His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain ["Puff," of course];

"A place to unburden my brain of its sorrow/First things first when you get to the fire" [Rich Man Poor Man];

"There's grievin' in the country/There's sorrow in the sand" [There's Anger in the Land];

"And on this earth in grief and sorrow/I am bound until I die" [Tiny Sparrow];

and finally from one of my all-time favorites, "How well they fought for poor old Ireland/And full bitter, was their fate/Oh what glorious pride and sorrow/Fills the name of ninety-eight [The Rising of the Moon].

Well, when you consider that list, you realize PPM must own the copyright to "sorrow," and so it is not only a "good idea" to put into the translation, it is d@mn near mandatory.

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On a related matter, when I was working on all this a few weeks ago, I had a sudden insight that I'd never had before, nor (to my knowledge) had anyone else: the tremendously large proportion of PPM songs (and folk songs in general) that had a strongly religious cast or content, such that the song cannot be properly understood or appreciated without the listener having some general background in the Bible. Even the name of the group itself, of course, resonates it. Even such a simple "children's song" like "A soalin'" is loaded with it ("One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all").

I just have such pleasure remembering/imaging an auditorium chock full of people, almost all of whom were/are liberals and beyond, and non-religious/agnostic/atheist and in that broad spectrum, all of them joyfully singing the rounds of "Rock My Soul [in the Bosom of Abraham"]. Could anyone get such an audience to happily sing any religious song (except perhaps "Amazing Grace")? I can't conceive of it.

Yet one never thinks of PPM as being "religious"; they are far from evangelical, they aren't Bible-pounders and "churchy" kind of people; far from it: Greenwich Village post-semi-beatniks being religious? Fageddaboutid. The same thing with Dylan, Seeger [once a CP member], and most of the rest of them. Who the hell sees Dylan as "religious"? Somebody needs to do a master's thesis on this secular co-opting of religious idiom in what are essentially non-religious folk songs. (Yeah, yeah, I know where the folk songs came from and evolved out of; I don't need to be reminded of that part. What is interesting to me is how the folk movement, which isn't/wasn't essentially religious -- though perhaps it was highly spiritual-- was immersed up to its eyebrows in religious metaphor.

All of which reinforces my pre-existing contention that a "proper" general liberal arts education ought to include a solid grounding in courses such as "The Bible as Literature," etc.

Addendum to the above insight: I wonder if the fairly heavy religious/spiritual content of folk music in general led to its demise. Music after folk diverged into two paths: country & western, which retains a heavy religious content in a simple-mionded and sanctimonious kind of pap; and mainstream rock, which is very nearly devoid of religious idiom except in a purely negative way (Sympathy for the Devil, Bat Out of Hell, etc.). Hmmmm.

Ohy, man, did you guys see Farve throw that 79-yard touchdown? That guy is an inspiration to us old geezers everywhere.

Mudge - all I know is I really liked that "Puff the Magic Dragon Song" when I was a kid. And if it had any drug references, they were totally wasted on me. (Wasted? Get it? Ha .)

I am so jet lagged.

Yoki, your French doesn't suck if you have been able to do this difficult transcript. I would not bother you with this file request if I could find the tune on a reputable site but I only saw it on Russian sites I wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole coated with the most virulent antibiotic known to man.
As for Aufray, he is areal phenomenon.
Reading his list of song I found at least 4 that have entered French culture as classics. One of them (L'apprenti pastouriau) is simply the French rendition of a Spanish folk song but it's magic nonetheless. He was friend with Dylan in the mid-sixties, they spend some time together on both sides of the pond. Dylan's conversion to the rock sound may have put an end to that friendship.
Funny thing is that Aufray has a strong Canuck connection. Before recording his Dylan album he did one with Félix Leclerc's songs. He repeated in 2005. He decided to make a career in showbusiness after seeing Félix Leclerc in 1952-54. Watching Félix walk onto the stage with a guitar in his hands, put his foot on the chair and start playing and singing, all alone and without a sound track, was a great revelation to him (it did the same to George Brassens, one other great songwriter of this era).
Looks like Favre is having a decent game. Go Geezers Go!

Kim, You may be right. Although I remember it sounding sorta like a mix between the "Ch" and "J" sound. You know, exotic.

For me, though, the Banana Splits were all about the club house. The frantic editing, the bright colors and sounds, the driving around in the cool little cars.

And although the show was painfully juvenile, I remember feeling that there was something vaguely subversive about it that I didn't really understand. Kind of like peeking around the corner and catching just a fleeting glimpse of what the big kids were up to.

Yoki and Shriek and other Canucks, this probably won't surprise you: Before I started working on this about two months ago, I had never heard of Aufray in my life--wouldn't know him from Adam. I daresay most other Americans haven't either. Wouldn't it be cool if the Acheblog was responsible for launching a mini-Aufray Retrospective?

Very funny. http://wttmuseum.com

Thanks to all for the good wishes for Mr. F. This is really much more like just another business trip than anything truly dangerous though. He will be back before Thanksgiving. When I have an exact date to count down to I will share it.

Kim-I was afraid of as much with VA's 1st district. Had hoped that some creeping southward of the NoVA boundaries, and northward of the more enlightened portion of Hampton Roads, would make things different this time around. Alas...

mostly-jump all over the opportunity to visit NYC as often as possible. It's a great place.

I was a PPM fan too - coveted Mary's straight, platinum blond hair that she shook out of her eyes while she sang, not to mention her voice. I didn't realize that they were a "put together" group - that is, Albert Grossman brought them together, they didn't get together on their own. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Or that "Paul" changed his name from Noel. Peter, Noel, and Mary just doesn't have the same ring to it.

I recognized the religious imagery in the songs they sang, and I think it probably was more spiritual or traditional than "religious". Some of the songs come out of the gospel tradition, some from Irish Catholics. The civil rights movement had a strong religious connection, and so did the peace movement, with many Catholic priests and nuns involved, as well as Protestant clergy. The philosophy of Jesus - non-violence, love, caring for the poor - was an integral part of those movements.

I was brought up Protestant, but had a strong interest in Catholicism. JFK was one reason, my Irish roots another. That was when the church leaned left - now it's another thing altogether. Bob Dylan went through a born again phase. U2 uses a lot of religious imagery in their songs, which was one thing that attracted me to them. And they abhor violence. There are several books out that use U2 songs as the basis for sermons.

And this is one of my favorite Jefferson Airplane songs:

Good Shepherd

If you want to get to heaven
Over on the other shore
Stay out of the way of the blood-stained bandit
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
One for paul
One for silas
One for to make my heart rejoice
Cant you hear my lambs a'callin'
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
If you want to get to heaven
Over on the other shore
Stay out of the way of the long-tongue liar
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
If you want to get to heaven
Over on the other shore
Stay out of the way of the gun shot devil
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep

And CowTown, did your dad hate this CS&N song too? Why?

Our House

I'll light the fire
You put the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs
All night long for me
Only for me

Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is good
Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you

Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And our la,la,la, la,la, la, la, la, la, la, la.....

Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And Our

I'll light the fire
And you place the flowers in the jar
That you bought today

I must say, my mom loved the Beatles and CSNY... and many other bands we listened to.

She just didn't like the screamers. And now I've found that neither do I.

blatant blog whoring warning: Lakshmi Sundaram-Taché is Witch no. 1 riding instructor and my Indian cooking maven.
She made it to the finals of the Dragon's lair CBC reality show with her project to expand her already successful Voilà Masala line of spices (her house always smell wonderful).
http://www.cbc.ca/dragonsden/thisweek.html
http://www.voilamasala.com/promo.html
Here is a mid-forties beautiful women who deserves the vote of the Canadian boodlers.
Her mother is a hoot, a seventy-ish English women with translucent skin and porcelain-blue eyes who can subdue dogs and horses with a stern look. Lakshmi needs the support, her husband has just been posted in Afghanistan for a year on a humanatarian mission and her baby (a 230 lbs offensive lineman for Bishop U.) is out at college. And she is a great cook.
http://www.televisionrogers.com/option.asp?lid=12&rid=5&sid=1617

shriek, what are we supposed to do? I'm sorry, my French is non-existent...

*blushing* That was a graceful post. Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Curmudgeon.

Umm, when I was hearing the song, and transcribing the song (listening to it over and over and over again, and being enchanted by its language), I was informed by both my ancient hippy folk-singing past, and my education. I cannot make the song rhyme in a new language (which I deeply appreciate in Aufrey's translations) but "fain" just scans better and is truer to the feeling of the words. I wanted the rhythm of the song to work. And sorrow? The French word really means "sorrow." Think about the difference between 'grief' and 'sorrow' or 'mourning' or 'sorrow.'

Not that I'm entirely without knowledge of PPM and pomes.

And I love that 'Mudge knows that "the good news" is the gospel.

One of the reasons I am so enchanted (rather than en chantant) by the French language is this resonance. English is mostly plain-speaking, but French is nuanced.

Also, of course, I studied English literature for many many years, and so needed to know my Old and New Testaments. One cannot study Lit. of any kind without understanding the biblical symbols (just think of Beowulf or the Chanson de Roland!). My Mum gave me "The Bible for Dummies" when I began to study English Literature. LOL!

So Mr. 'Mudge, you are giving me much more credit than I deserve. I'm awfully happy about both our works. You wrote the kit just beautifully. It sings. I would not have had a chance to exercise my French/translation muscle unless you'd involved me it your project. Thank you. I'm very happy about the whole thing.

Voilà Masala? That is hilarious. Well done, Lakshmi!

I cook Indian about twice a week, and make my own masala. If this person can save me a few hours, I'm happy. I shall go into her web site and order a some masala(s).

There is a lot of religious imagery in rock, if you look for it. Jethro Tull uses quite a bit, which I had forgotten till recently. Leon Russell, of course, incorporates gospel and blues. Here are a few lines from Stranger in a Strange Land (which is from a Bible verse, and a Robert Heinlein book which was popular in the 60s) -
And the baby looks around him
And shares his bed of hay
With the burro in the palace of the king

He's a stranger in a strange land
Tell me why
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land

And there is Prince of Peace:
Try and judge me by my time and changes
And not mistaken words, for I say many.
Listen closely to my song and watch my eyes;
There's not much time to speak, there's hardly any.

Never treat a brother like a passing stranger -
Always try to keep the love light burning -
Listen only to his song and watch his eyes
For he might be the prince of peace returning.
Yes, he might be the prince of peace returning.

Love the blind and wounded as you would yourself.
And the businessmen in cells collecting pennies -
Judge their wealth by the coins that they give away
And not the one they keep themselves from spending.

Never be impatient with the ones who love you;
It might be your own self that you're burning.
Listen only to their songs and watch their eyes,
For they might be the prince of peace returning.

Not much of the culture of the English speaking people is comprehensible without some bible literacy.
I don't think you could have Monty Python without the King James translation.

Doing a little backboodling while watching MNF - - dontcha just love Brett Farve on Monday nights? Gotta love him tossing an 82-yard TD on the first play of overtime. Awesome.

LIT, thanks for the Taxi link, I'm still giggling over seeing that one after all these years.

Cassandra, I don't understand what you're saying about Obama's biggest issue being himself... and don't all candidates for President promise something they think all Americans can support or vote for? I'm not trying to be difficult, I'm just trying to understand how his obstacles for becoming President are more difficult to surmount than, say, Ms. Clinton's, or Gravel's or Huckabee's or Ron Paul's.

Mudge & Yoki, you guys did a great job with the PPM stuff.

HR Puffin'stuff - oh, my. Of *course* I watched it, back in the day.

Frosti, my thoughts are with you and Mr. F as he heads for Afghanistan, and I'll be thinking positively about his safe return.

bc

I'm outed!

Mudge, I also like Yoki's translation very well. There are many reasons literal translations don't always work out so well, because you want to translate the sense that is meant by the writer.

Her french vocabulary is definitely a touch above mine.

I actually sight-read
Non, recollect s'il vont tomber
as...
Nay, remember he who has fallen/died.

It's only after reading the rest that I would realize it referred to Jesus, rather than a soldier falling in battle (as suggested by the line about war.) So you are correct, it's not a line that "clicks" in a simple translation.

There's another line ..et de puissants as "and the mighty.
There's an embedded reference to God there, which I found when checking "tout de bombes et de puissants... which literally translates as.
"all the bombs and the mighty."

Now, Tout-puissant also means the almighty. So there's a religious flavor to that line as well.

To rewrite that in English to pick up on that allusion would be challenging. Here's a stab, borrowing Yoki's fine "engulfed".

"Our poor world is engulfed
by bombs and all their might
Come, let us see that promised age,
That age of peace, that age of life"

This song is hard, but not as hard as Verlaine's "Clair de Lune", which I translated into ASL. I had to know exactly what the poet meant in every word. And he was pretty ambiguous, the whole song is a very artifical word-picture and highly symbolic.

I had to hit the reference books. I mean, "bergmasque" meant "Bergmask" in English? That's not a translation, that's respelling it.
I found that "bergmasque" meant a person from Bergmo, Italy. I then researched the fleabitten place.

It turns out it is mostly known for bergamot (A basil relative that is used to flavor Earl Grey Tea), a type of rustic dance, and a school of landscape painting.

That was a major clue in translating the meaning of the whole first stanza, and also how I interpreted the song altogether.
(The first line referred to landscapes--either type could have been meant, the third line to dancing.)

Hence, I translated that line with bergmasques in the sense of "masked dancers". Dancing inside a painting.

It was a pretty translation, though, and flowed amazingly while staying true to the original. But I can't believe I spent 30 minutes to look up one friggin' word.

Thanks Wilbrod. Suggest just the following refinement:

*In* all their might

mostlylurking, Heinlein's 'Stranger' is a direct address to modern American Christianity (as it was in the 60s), and a retelling of the classic Messiah story. Religious and Biblical references and imagery all through it (and bits of Torah and Q'uran as well).

bc

'Mudge & Yoki: Nice job on the kit. I never heard of Mr. Aufray, but have probably heard his music. PPM were still popular when I was a kid and I knew of them only via Puff. That song can still bring a tear to my eye under the right circumstances. Folk music, for me, has a lot of traditional elements, particularly gospel. Not being a student of history, I seem to remember that a lot of the first generation folkies, including Woodie Guthrie, Burl Ives and PPM all got their start fighting for workers' rights and played a good number of gospel songs in their respective repetoires. Some of the later folkies and rockers included gospel music in their gigs, even the good ol' Grateful Dead. I go through phases when I listen to a lot of bluegrass and, thus get a good dose of traditionals. Some famous contemporary musician is often quoted as saying that if you want a hit, write something musically akin to a hymn. The Dead used to play this one during acoustic sets in the early '70's: Cold Jordan.

Oh sinning is a gentilized journey, take Jesus as your daily guide
Though you may feel pure and saintly without him walking by your side
And when you come to make your crossing at the end of the pilgrims way
If you ever will meet your savior, you will surely meet him on that day

Now look at that cold Jordan, look at its deep water
Look at that wide river oh heavy mighty billows roll
You better take Jesus with you, hes a true companion
Oh Im sure without him that you never will make it home

That awful day of judgment is coming in the by and by
Well see our Lord descending in the glory from on high
Oh, let us get in touch with Jesus and in the special love of God
And maybe ever get ready when he comes on Jordans tide
Now look at that cold Jordan, look at its deep water
Look at that wide river oh heavy mighty billows roll
You better take Jesus with you, he's a true companion
Oh I'm sure without him that you never will make it home

Now what you gonna do, oh what you gonna say
Oh how you gonna feel when you come to the end of the way?

If you spent 30 minutes looking up one word, welcome to my world. I have four languages running around in my brain, and usually I come up with the wrong word in a deeply mistaken idiom. Hah! No wonder I don't talk good.

Goodnight, Boodle.

yeah, i was reading the boodle on and off this evening and laughing and wondering what's up with the "outing" going on here.

on a different note, if you really wanna get mad at arbusto tonight, this link is from the froomkin article. unfreakingbelievable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD7BDP3XMG0&NR=1

jack, you've drawn an amazingly acute parallel. Most of the early North American women's suffrage activists came out of the abolitionist movement. Most of the Wobblies came out of mid-war upwardly mobile fellow-travellers. And going back to yesterday and the previous day's Kits, most of the original modern feminists came out of the civil rights movement. It is hard to enslave anyone who has recognized and stood-up for freedom for others.

And now I'm really gone.

I'm afflicted with the same problem, only I'm not as fluent in more than two. I do advise you never to learn Spanish if you don't know it already. I was doing great in Spanish until I learned French and then a train wreck occurred between the two languages in my brain.

Yoki, agreed on "in."

SCC: the word of mystery is Bergamask or bergamasque.

Clair de Lune by Verlaine

Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,
Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres.

I chose not to include the English translation I found, as it literally vomited rocks.

I'm gonna buy a PPM CD (almost said album) after all the discussions. Also reminded me of songs by the Mamas and the Papas. All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey.... Not sure if anyone mentioned them.

NYC has such energy ...24/7. When I was there back in 1998 with my family I had my boys' portrait done in Time Square around 10 at night by a very good sidewalk artist. It could have been 10 AM for all the activity. Inexpensive and good ... she captured their slight boredness with my insistence they sit still. In New York City no less. Time Square used to be very seedy but not for quite a while. Great place to visit. Central Park, the museums, shows, food, people, etc. No place quite like it. San Fran is a close second. But as Kim said, save up for these places.

The now framed portrait is a treasure.

On another note, Denver loses again. Oh well. My husband was A Lot more upset than I.

A free translation of Clair de Lune, emphasizing the imagery:

Your soul is a chosen landscape
(painting)
where the masquerading dancers stroll
Playing their lute and dancing in elegant clothes, almost sad beneath their fanastic masks.

They chorus together lightly
(in the minor key)
"It's a wonderful life, love conquers all"
Yet they seem not to believe their joy

As their song melds into the moonlight
Into the calm moonlight, sad and beautiful..

While the birds dream in the trees
And the fountain erupts into sobs of ectasy,
And jets of water trickle between the marble statues.

It evokes a lot of imagery. I always see the marble statues at the end as being the now-frozen gay dancers earlier in the poem, as the composition ends, and with it, the scene.

Good morning, friends. F, I hope everything goes well with your husband. I missed the post where you spoke on that, and just read the ones following, and sort of got a little of what is going on.

Slyness, later in the nightly news they mentioned that there were others in this same house, and they escaped. It seems the fire went through rapidly. My heart goes out to their families.

Wilbrod, where I live we probably do need a "Woodstock", but I doubt seriously I will see that or anyone else that lives here. I suspect you said that in jest or perhaps in seriousness, or maybe as a "hint" to lighten up. Whatever. I doubt seriously if most folks here have even heard of Woodstock. And if hearing about it, they probably think like most folks it some kind of "hippie" thing which reeks of drugs and sex. In the Bible belt that would not go over well. And perhaps one can sum up Woodstock in that fashion, but I would love to know more. When I read scripture, some how I get the idea that truth is the bottom line on everything, including stuff like Woodstock.

bc, in a perfect world Obama has as much chance of being President as anyone, including HRC. Note the words, "perfect world". I would vote for Obama. I don't have anything against him or his promises. I believe him to be a leader and one that would bring people together. But, alas, I am only one. Poll the rest of this great country, and then, lets talk?

Time to go, must meet the bus. Still feeling the cold. It's all good, baby.
I heard that line in a movie recently, I like it.

I know I am the doom and gloom voice of this blog so much of the time. I'm sure I probably need be on some kind of medication that helps that condition, but I'm taking enough pills. And don't think it really needs a pill, not really. Some of my doom and gloom sayings would still be the same no matter how many pills I swallowed. I will try in the future to keep them to myself, and not subject my friends here to them. Perhaps there is a pill that will make me witty and charming? No? Didn't think so.

Have a great day, folks. Hope the weather is to your liking, it is here. Nice and chilly.

Martooni, it was good to hear from you. I do hope your life is working out for you, and the family. The fairy doors are beautiful. Good thoughts your way.

Morning, Mudge, Slyness, Scotty, and all.*waving*

God loves us so much more than we can imagine through Him that died for all, Jesus Christ.

*gas-mask-due-to-petrochemical-spill-@-work Grover waves*

And I'll probably be working from home soon anyway... :-O

Morning all, trying to get caught up.

Frosti safe travels to Mr. F.

Yoki, Mudge good job.

Shriek my daughter and I watch Dragon's Den and I saw Lakshmi - hope the exposure helps her business.

G'morning, everybody. Cassandra, you are NOT gloom and doom! You are a breath of fresh air, a voice of reason and sanity in the wilderness.

I'm kinda sorry I went to bed last night before the discussion on religious imagery. Yes, it's everywhere, it's everywhere! As C.S. Lewis said, an atheist can't be too careful because he/she never knows when God will pop up.

My mother read Hulbert's Story of the Bible to me when I was a preschooler, so I was steeped in religious imagery from my earliest life. It's amazing what I remember; my friends think of me as a Biblical scholar but I'm certainly not. Somebody asks a question, and the answer is there in the back of my mind. I got the religious theme in Stranger in a Strange Land when I read it in high school. The title, for example, is from Genesis. IIRC, it's a reference to Cain.

I don't often read WaPo's On Faith, but I thought the discussion on faith and science last week was really good:

http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/2007/10/science_and_religion/

I love the thought of Christopher Hitchens as a fundamentalist. Oh, how completely true, on so many levels. And how ironic is his given name.

Thank you, Slyness. Sometimes I feel like I really live up to the name "Cassandra" as in Greek mytholgy. My father named me, and I've always wondered if the man was sober when he did that.

I've read Mr. Robinson this morning, and his take on the CEO of Merrill Lynch. I did not know the CEO of this company is an African-American,and on his way out the door. But not without some money.

I also read the article on front page concerning all those American dollars we spend buying gas turning profits for countries that are amassing those dollars to invest in lucrative stocks, many of which are in the United States and Europe. Wall Street is loving this, but there is some skepticism. They want something called "transparency"? I guess they want to know exactly where these dollars come from and how many dollars? I'm just guessing here, but I find it so "out of world" that the dollar that I pump in my tank goes to some nation's coffer making them rich beyond my wildest dream and ends up here buying a piece of my country. Of course, investors here want these dollars because they want those dollars to come back here, not go elsewhere. I can see that to some extent, but the whole scenario is just too much for this little brain of mine.

I just want someone to come up with something other than gas to run these automobiles. And take that gas out the equation. I suspect we would find something else to fight about. Probably the new thing for the cars. You think?

Cassandra: Your comments are always well thought out. I look forward to reading your ending salutation every day as a reminder or the more important stuff in life.

Reading the transcript of the boodle this morning, I am so grateful. Thank you, JA, for building this place. Thank you boodlers for playing and building. As Tiny Tim says, "God bless us, everyone." We are all rather like the French phrase, to be clowns of (for) God. This phrase is also sometimes applied to Down's syndrome people, for the stance that is wide-eyed, playful, and deeply loving.

Such a way to start the day; coffee, too. Take care.

And this, in my mailbox this morning, about breaking the fast each day.

This week's theme: words related to food.

jentacular (jen-TAK-yuh-luhr) adjective

Relating to breakfast.

[From Latin jentare (to breakfast).]

-Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

"The Gentleman loved to hold that crackling rectangle in front of his
face (folded, of course, into courteous fourths), loved the slant of
the jentacular sun, the slightly acrid odor of the newsprint, the
snappy headlines."
Michael Griffith; Bibliophilia: A Novella and Stories; Arcade Publishing;
2003.

Good morning everyone.

Cassandra - I don't think you're gloomy-doomy at all. I think everyone in the boodle values your perspective and thoughts.

mostly mentioned Jefferson Airplane last night - I heard on NPR this morning that Grace Slick is 68 today. How is that possible?

I went to the movies and one of the trailers was a film by Scorcese about the Rolling Stones on tour. There were several shots of Jagger dancing and prancing all over the stage. I couldn't help but think that he looked ridiculous. I don't mean that the guy should move into a nursing home or anything, but criminy- it was ghastly to watch. But perhaps that's just me.

Mornin' all...

Looks like I missed out on some interesting stuff.

H.R. Puffinstuff rawked.

Regarding religious imagery... I love it all. Artists inspired by a God of their understanding produce some of the most amazing stuff, whether it be statuary or paintings or poems or whatever.

My religious/spiritual question for the day: "Does God/Goddess/Whatever tinker with His/Her/Its Creation or does He/Her/It just sit back and watch things unfold?"

Follow-up question: "Is He/She/It laughing or wringing His/Her/Its hands in the process?"

Now everybody drop a little acid and tell me what you think.

Peace, babies :-)

All this French, and all these songs and artists that I'm not familiar with have me so flummoxed that I can't figure it out:

Is Yoki an "outtie" or an "innie"?

Just askin'

I hear what you're saying, Cassandra, but I don't think that Obama's most difficult obstacles to taking the Dem Presidential nomination (much less the General Election) stem from race. I think may be a good President at some point, I just don't know that *he's* quite ready yet.

LostInThought articulated some good thoughts on the topic of issues confronting HRC and Obama in the previous Boodle yesterday morning, IMO.

Thanks for that link, Slyness. As I've said several times in here, an excellent book on the topic of Science and Religion is a compilation of texts from 20th century physicists called "Quantum Questions," edited by Ken Wilber. Most of the scientists were me of one faith or another, but even they feel that is that science is science and faith is faith, and that while on the surface it may be attractive philisophically to try to find ways to reconcile the two, it just does not work yet. Science does not make for good religious faith, and religious faith does not make for good science, and it's best to keep them seperate. Personally, I subscribe to this idea.

Also, I'm very very leery of anyone who claims to have all the answers, one way or another.

Scottynuke, I hope everyone's OK over there, and you're not making a reference to someone's bad reaction to some huevos rancheros from the cafeteria this morning...

bc

bc

Grace Slick is older than Ma Frostbitten. Hmmm...

The convergence of two much talked about news items is giving me a headache this morning-the demise of the great city newspapers and our relationship, or lack of relationship, with Iran.

The Minneapolis Star Tribune, formerly the newspaper of record for all of Minnesota, formerly a paper that did more than hold ad space together with cutesy dress up your pet and eat this to prevent wrinkles pap, has not a word about a major event on our nearby iron range (think Hibbing, Charlize Theron role, bob Dylan birthplace). Gov. Pawlenty has announced he will stop the flow of 62 million in state dollars pledged for county and city owned infrastructure if the company in India that recently bought Minnesota Steel does not divest its interests in an oil refinery to be built in Iran (the Iran connection was reported by Reuters using anonymous sources).

Anyone who cares about the details can read them here in the Duluth paper, a google news search will also show the Houston Chronicle ran a briefer story.
http://www.duluthnewstribune.com/articles/index.cfm?id=53235§ion=homepage

Kim... I saw the Stones about 20 years ago... Three Rivers Stadium in Pittsburgh. I remember thinking similar thoughts about Mick. I was amazed and jealous all at once. It was like watching a three-year-old on a sugar high. Or an Iron Man event. The guy danced and sang back and forth over a stage the width of a football field and even climbed up and down the scaffolding like a crazed monkey.

Excellent show.

I think all those PPM songs strike home the point that spirituality does not require proselytization.

A couple of SCC's: "Most of the scientists whose texts are in the book were of one faith or another,..."

And delete second "bc" of course.

Martooni, good to see you doing well, sir.
I'm imagining Error smiling somewhere, though he'd probably clout me upside the head for saying so.

bc

Supplimentary SCC: "...but even they collectively and individually argue that science is science and faith is faith, and that while on the surface it may be attractive philisophically to try to find ways to reconcile the two, it just does not work yet."

bc

F.Scott Fitzgerald's quote about complex thoughts that collide seems a good grace note to BC's thoughtful post. Ken Wilber can be very bizarre and beautiful at the same time!

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function."

YJ -- I agree, about the soft sell or even no sell.

Martooni -- My fairy doors are still wonderful, after three months. I will bring them in and place them on the mantle.

I hope the holiday craze is good to you, fairy-door wise.

Excellent point, yello.

'Morning, Boodle.

Thanks, CP.

In my case, mental "function" is a relative term.

For example, my mind's most useful function is as a doorstop. If I were less of a mental lightweight, it would make a find boat anchor.

bc

Veering off topic, as if there isn't enough to worry about in the sandbox:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/10/29/AR2007102902193.html?hpid=artslot

frosti: Best wishes to you and Mr. F as he travels.

After blogging about the Helotes mulch fire at the start of this year, the Tahoe fire in June, and the recent San Diego fires, you think I'd be burned out on fires.

However, there is a small blurb in our local paper this morning, follow-up to our local Helotes mulch fire that was finally extinguished in March after burning for more than 90 days. At the many community forums at Helotes City Hall, one of the remaining unanswered questions toward the end of the ordeal was "What will property owner Henry Zumwalt do with all the piles of charred debris that had been dragged through and doused in the gigantic sluice pit (built by the Texas Commission on Eviromental Quality, the whole operation costing millions) and dumped in giant smaller piles on his land (beyond the burning mountain of flaming mulch)?" ("Will he haul the blackened piles away? Where?")

WITHOUT obtaining a permit, Zumwalt decided to stablize about 500 feet of an eroded portion of Helotes Creek, part of the creek's flood plain (on or adjacent to his property--no long-haul operation required). Locals are worried that the charred material will carry pollution both into the creek and into local wells.

How are state and local regulators reacting? On Monday, Bexar County and TCEQ officials discussed Zumwalt's situation, but decided against ordering crews to remove the material. Instead, TCEQ will send a letter this week asking Zumwalt to provide an analysis of the materials' content. NO FINES will be assessed agains Zumwalt, he will be asked only to comply with the request for material analysis, provide a work plan (AFTER the fact--similar situation: he was cited for the size of his burning mulch mountain only AFTER it caught fire) and obtain necessary permits for future work (our skies and water forbid).

Our local Texas Commission on Environmetal Quality at work.

I was training for my first tour of duty in Vietnam as a civilian that summer. I don't think anyone at Woodstock would have liked me. I wanted to win in Vietnam.

Perhaps not, Gary, perhaps not, and that would have been a shame. But they were basically right about Vietnam, and you were basically wrong.

I worked with a Viet vet that used to tell tales of going to the big park in Miami and busting the heads of hippies. He thought they were more fun than baby seals because they didn't fight back.

Martooni, isn't there always the chance that we're the 8th grade science project tucked in the back of a closet somewhere, underneath some old sporting equipment?

Telling tales. That's why we need someone who wasn't there to write the definitive history of the era we've been talking about for two boodles. There were some hippies whose heads were busted by vets, and vets who were spat upon, but not many really I would surmise. Grace Slick being older than Ma Frostbitten reminds that even among the young, most people were living their lives touched by, but not deeply involved with, the events of the day.

My now deceased brother Tom went to the '69 Woodstock, having graduated that June and out of the control of parents (father was in Thailand, flying over VietNam and Cambodia in a radar plane and mother trying to control the other 5 still at home). I was barely aware of the musicians who performed there (Cape Cod wasn't at the forefront of edgier music, the local AM stations were playing pop at best and Welkian stuff at worst, the Boston "underground" station, WBCN, was FM and could only occasionally be heard). I was 15.
Years later, I asked brother Tom about the festival, saying, "How cool was it to see all those bands and hear all that music?"
His reply, with a sly, glazed eye look and a half a smile was, "Music? You mean there was music there?"

Gary M. can speak for himself, but I can't resist commenting:

We don't know what GM wants now. We don't know his reaction to how the events unfolded.

(Personal history note)
I know fine people in my immediate family whose stances in the world range from non-violent war resistance (Pax Christi and the War Resister's League) to active duty in the military now.

Soldiers do not make policy, save at the most rarefied levels and then only if the suits agree.

People of good will and intellect and spirit can and do disagree about issues great and small.

We have to work hard on the boodle to tease out stances, and ask in text. Otherwise, we should assume the least, assume the best, and etc.

Process note done; My hall monitor ID is in the break room for whoever may want it next.

Watch out, CP, someone may steal your hall monitor identity, open credit cards with it and wreck your financials. :-)

CP... glad to hear they're holding up. You got a free one coming for starting this whole mess. A bass guitar door with a "gone fishing" sign (the gnome didn't forget).

Peace out everybody... this long-haired leaping gnome of a hippie is off to the shop to make more doors.

I am duly chastened, CP.

capemh... loved your story. Sounds like Tom was quite a guy.

Morning folks... getting a lazy start today. A busier season is just around the corner, but there's been very little for me to do at work lately, so I've been busy working around the house on long-past-due tasks.

Nice to have the time, but to be honest I'd rather the paycheck looking nicer than the house.

This guy is another bear whisperer:

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-bearman30oct30,0,6289136.story?coll=la-home-center

CP: Sorry I couldn't drive the bus. Th anks for monitoring during lunch. I'll take the 2nd half.

bc, when I read your comment about Obama being not "quite ready yet" and look at the present administration, I wanted to laugh and cry. Do you know what I mean?

jack... when you were listening to the Dead during their "acoustic sets in the early '70's" did you ever imagine you'd be happily driving the marching band bus in South Carolina one day?

Cassandra, you made me LOL there.

I know *exactly* what you mean.

The current Administration does not even appear to be half-baked, and that toothpick is *never* going to come out clean.

Timer's going off in January, '09, too.

bc

>The current Administration does not even appear to be half-baked, and that toothpick is *never* going to come out clean.<

bc, I believe you may have just concoted the recipe for Bush Tartare.

Indeed, Mudge.

Bush Tartare.
I'm a little afraid to see what Emperor George II will be wearing to dinner *that* night...

bc

bc, black velvet, shot with gold embroidery?

Slyness, if that's what you want to tell him it looks like to you, be my guest.

Me, I'm saying *nothing*.

bc

Slyness, I meant to add that you should by *all means* compliment him on his new clothes...

bc

I saw a bit of the news conference with the President this morning. He had about six men, maybe more, standing with him. Were they bodyguards or men that believe as he believes? They didn't talk, just stood there. And I think the President was reading what he said, but somehow it didn't seem to come out right. It had the makings of a threat or maybe a push to Congress? If he intended to look threatening or serious, it didn't work.

Nope, TBG. I try not to think about the responsibility put upon the bus driver when I'm moving children around. We had this old codger named Hutch that drove the late bus in HS. He wasn't to be trifled with. Waiting for the bus after wrestling practice was always an adventure, especially in '74 or '75, whenever it was the Nixon decided that year-round EST was a good idea. Someone would usually end up having their underwear run up the flagpole.

Skippin' through the lily fields I came across an empty space,
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in it's place.
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began,
There was cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land.

Is anyone helping the President now?

Cassandra, this is a bit out-of-date, but I think it might answer your question.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=xhqKoqqS0XI

LiT, nice. Just no way to say more than that.

LiT, I had forgotten how funny that one was. Thanks for the laughs.

Thie byline was enough to make me curious: "Low buzz gives mice better bones and less fat"

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/30/health/research/30bone.html?em&ex=1193889600&en=f8072daca1d3f9a8&ei=5087%0A

LIT, that's a classic.

bc

bc;

This is not a case of flatulence, believe me...

*slowly recovering from lightheadedness*

:-)

Lost in thought, that was too, too, much!

My first time looking at that video. Still has the same effect as bc's words, laugh and cry.

LiT;

Although my German's rusty, that piece is JUST as funny without subtitles!!!

:-)

More on Woodstock, or is that stocks of wood?

Gov. Schwarzenegger Cleans Up at Tahoe, Million-Dollar Sweep Includes Provisions for Soil, Silt (earlier than anticipated, and, as mentioned earlier, Gov. Perry Putters Out on Texas Mulch Pile)

http://www.tahoedailytribune.com/article/20071030/NEWS/110300077

I hope you feel better, S'nuke. When you said petrochemical spill I thought of all kinds of things. Take care.

The "Kopfpit" in the YouTube video is a "head pit"--therefore the need to check whether the eyes and tongue are functioning. *lol*

Scottynuke, I hope you're feeling better soon.

bc

I assert that the little exchange over who was right about Vietnam both highlights and complicates the point Mudge made in a previous boodle.

I suspect we are still too close to the 60s for the definitive history to be written. The repercussions of that decade are still unfolding, and probably will be for quite some time.

Even a century from now I question if there will ever be agreement on a single narrative that makes sense to everyone. There are simple too many ambiguities.

I suspect it will be a revisionist playground - with real loud music.

Re your comment-"bc, I believe you may have just concoted the recipe for Bush Tartare."
Sorry to be so late with this, Curmudgeon, but I believe that the Prez has repeatedly and vociferously insisted that this administration does not tartare.

D@MMIT, TURN DOWN THAT LOUD MUSIC!! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!!

Oops, sorry. Just a parental reflex nerve going into spasm. I'm told there's now medication available for it.

Nice, K-guy.

Several people at work have noted they couldn't tell the difference between my "normal" behavior and my "lightheaded" self today, so "better" is obviously a relative term...

:-)

Scotty, perhaps you've been consistently lighheaded for the last weeks weeks, ever since you made a certain announcement.

Shriek, I just now e-mailed you that PPM WAV file. Enjoy.

Very good point, 'Mudge.

:-)

I am faxing you a cup of chicken soup Scotty. I have a bunch on hand and its all I get to eat today. And jello.

I sure wish Error was here. He bore this event with much more grace then I am. I am counting down the days to Colonoscopy Thursday.

In his stead I ask, when are you having yours?

Thanks Mudge. I'll play it tonight.

dmd & boko, as graduates of this fine university I think you will find this snippet of info hilarious.
"Oliver's Pub, Carleton University's main bar, will lose its license to serve alcohol for 40 days, starting Thursday. The suspension was handed down by the Alcohol and Gaming Commission of Ontario after enforcement officials "found drunken patrons in the establishment" on four separate dates and once found patrons being served alcohol while already "showing signs of intoxication." "

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/city/story.html?id=6d75f30a-6320-43a1-aa22-1ce958c68234&k=22401

Imagine that, a bar serving booze to inebriated drunks. There is clearly no end to this world's depravity.

THis Woodstock stuff really brings it all back home. I've been listening to the alt-rock radio station in the state capital. Good stuff. WRNR.com.

I've heard Dylan, the Rolling Stones, CSNY, Greatful Dead in among all the new stuff, and some of the new stuff is great.

Have you heard Amy Winehouse song about not going to Rehab? No, No, No.

SD, that is laugh out loud, and type the whole words funny.

Surely you jest. On 4 separate occasions? For shame.

Shriek all I can say is it is a good thing the rules were a little more relaxed when I attended.

Going off to enjoy my Pub night memories, I remember the floor by the bar always being sticky from all the spilt beer and the bands 8 Seconds and the Crayons(?) being there a lot.

And we have fallout from the faux FEMA press conference...

http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/10/29/fema.newser/index.html

New Kit!

What's that? Bars that serve alcoholic beverages have inebriated and not-so-sober patrons? Ye Gods!! Its back to the burlesques for me!

Good luck with your colonscopy, dr. I deliberately scheduled mine on a Monday to have Sunday to prepare. In fact, it was five years ago and I got a letter last week advising that it's time for a repeat. I think I'll put it off for a while.

The medical/pharma industry is driving me crazy. I called in July to make an appointment for my physical in mid-November. Several weeks ago I got a notice that the office had changed it for the following day. No big deal. Then last week I got a notice that it was cancelled. So I call today and my doctor is on leave till December and the first available physical appointment is February.

But my thyroid replacement prescription runs out in early December, so I had to talk to my doctor's nurse and she's got a message for the schedulers to make me an appointment with a new doctor. This is effing ridiculous.

Sorry, I just had to rant a little. Please don't mind me, I'll be okay in a little while.

'Ol Gloom & Doom should know that her father was prescient at the only instance I know of him (and that apocryphally) whether sober or drunk.

Dr, hopefully not until I'm your age or older. Don't worry, it could be worse. I had a barium swallow and that was pretty disgusting.

At least you have no tastebuds on the other end. Just think of England. Or little german controllers helping you function presidentally. With their reliable help, you won't be vomiting on the PM of Japan.

Jack, it's been known for some time that bone remodelling is stimulated by mechanical vibrations. This however is a very good finding on WHAT kind of vibrations may cause it.

The relationship between obesity and bone density is complex, but research so far indicate that obesity-related factors somehow influences bone density.

This, I think, shows that such is not the case. Adipose tissue releases diverse inflammatory factors and hormones (estrogen and leptin), which may influence bone growth. Some of those factors also influence insulin resistance and body temperature (fever).

It seems likely that the mechanical stimuli is being picked up and triggering an inflammatory response. Interleukin 1, for instance, is actually what suppresses appetite when you're ill.

Interleukin-1 can be stimulated by leptin (the obesity hormone), which is why leptin deficiency leads to obesity. (Leptin levels also drop when you diet).

Interleukin 1 is known to cause growth of bone marrow. (There are many subtypes), but can also cause bone resorption (breakdown for turnover).

http://news.ufl.edu/2007/04/23/leptin-3/

I was doing the research on the precise nuances and decided to spare the boodle all the information.

What this research does suggest that both bone resorption AND bone re-growth is stimulated by the vibrations. Both are essential for remodelling bone and healing from minor bone fractures or other injury.

High IL-1 production alone can cause osteoporosis (and it is known to occur largely in thin women), and it can also speed damage to the joints.

Osteogenesis is caused by a complex chain of events, likely to prevent bone growing just anywhere. Some of the proteins involved are also helpful in brain injury and stroke. Others may cause cancer.

I think the stimuli is being interpreted as trauma by the osteocytes, triggering an traumatic response with increased metabolism and some appetite loss.

Bottom line-- if you want bone health and weight control, you must exercise, not diet. This has always been a consistent finding in all this research.

But if I know people, they'll want to get a bone buzz instead.

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