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"Brothers Under the Bridge" (Bruce Springsteen)

Friday, 21 September 2007 3:48 P GMT+01

 (photograph from Lee Friedlander, "New Mexico", 2001)

"Saigon, it was all gone
The same Coke machines
As the streets I grew on
Down in a mesquite canyon
We come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon
For the CHP choppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light
Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Had enough of town and the street life
Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife
Now I don't want no trouble
And I ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridge

I come home in '72
You were just a beautiul light
In your mama's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come Veterans' Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand
When they passed with the red, white and blue"

Bruce Springsteen

(taken from the CD 18 Tracks, from 1999)

Jalâluddîn Rumi

Monday, 3 September 2007 1:21 P GMT+01

 

(photo by Jean Ferro, Lewis: 1st Street and Temple, Downtown Los Angeles, s/d)


"Using the stone of the philosopher to convert copper into gold is indeed wonderful.
More wonderful still is the fact that, moment by moment, the philosopher's stone (man) is converted into copper - by his own heedlessness"1

Jalâluddîn Rumi (1207-1273)

1 poem taken from the CD of Martin Simpson & Wu Man, Music for the Motherless Child.

Vishwa Mohan Bhatt/Jerry Douglas (Bourbon & Rosewater)

Tuesday, 14 August 2007 10:31 P GMT+01

 

(photo by Marco Barsanti)

"No wine glasses here, but wine is handed round.
No smoke, but burning.
Listen to the unstruck sounds.
and what sifts through that music".1

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

1 RUMI, Jelaluddin taken from the CD Bourbon & Rosewater, from Vishwa Mohan Bhatt and Jerry Douglas.

One more time, Vishwa Mohan Bhatt recorded a masterpiece. After listening to his album Saltanah, I decided to listen to his Bourbon & Rosewater, recorded by him and bluegrass virtuoso Jerry Douglas. One more time, a beautiful piece of music by world music label Water Lily Acoustics. Their project of joining two or more musical traditions together is a wonderful idea and, in this case, the results are very good. Kavichandran Alexander, the producer, had always the dream of joining classical indian music with bluegrass. The result is this CD.

Jorge Vicente

Vishwa Mohan Bhatt here
Jerry Douglas here

A Gypsy Carol

Monday, 6 August 2007 12:28 A GMT+01

 

(photo from Paul Banner, Opera 2, s/d)

"What are you seeking, you seven pretty maids,
all under the Leaves of Life?
We are searching for no leaves, Thomas,
but for a friend of thine"1

A gypsy carol


taken from the CD Kambara Music in Native Tongues, by Martin Simpson/David Hidalgo/Viji Krishnan/Puvalur Srinivasan

St. John of the Cross

Sunday, 5 August 2007 11:44 P GMT+01

 

(photo from  Brian Arnold, #4 Letters, 2005)



"La bianca palomica
al arca con el ramo se ha tornado;
y ya la tortolica
al socio deseado
en las riberas verdes ha hallado"1

St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)

taken from the CD of Kambara Music in Native Tongues, from Martin Simpson/David Hidalgo/Viji Krishnan/Puvalur Srinivasan

Kavichandran Alexander

Sunday, 5 August 2007 11:28 P GMT+01

 

(photo taken from Patti Ambrogi, From the series - The Nature of Culture; Freeing Female Representation, Can She Take Her Tail Off, 1992)




"To the body's ark the heavenly dove descends
across the still ocean of Oneness
hearing the flower of spring.
The turtledove at long last the beloved meets
by the verdant river of life"

Kavichandran Alexander´

Kavichandran is a musician and producer of recording label Water Lily Acoustics

taken from the CD Kambara Music in Native Tongues, from Martin Simpson/David Hidalgo/Viji Krishnan/Puvalur Srinivasan

Norte-Americanos



My Hometown (Bruce Sprinsteen)

Monday, 30 January 2006 3:19 P GMT+01
  "I was eight years old and running with a dime in my handInto the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old manI'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through townHe'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look aro

Folsom Prison Blues (Johnny Cash)

Monday, 16 January 2006 12:23 A GMT+01
  "I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on. But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone. When I was just

"My Old Kentucky Home" (STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER) - 1853

Thursday, 22 December 2005 2:34 P GMT+01
  quadro de Jonathan Eastman Johnson "My Old Kentucky Home"   "Verse 1: The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home'tis summer, the darkies are gay,the corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloomwhile the birds make

Flowers In December (David Roback/Hope Sandoval)

Sunday, 4 December 2005 3:07 A GMT+01
"Before I let you down againI just want to see you in your eyesI would have taken everything out on youI only thought you could understand They say everyman goes blind in his heartAnd they say everybody steals somebody’s heart awayAnd I

Saudade na descrição de Katherine Vaz

Wednesday, 9 November 2005 6:06 P GMT+01
"It is nostalgia. It is melancholy. It is joy that is held to until ages into yellowed joy. (Cheese stays milk, despite the setting in mold.) It is an ancient affliction. It is a modern affliction. It is more than longing, more than yearning. Fo

Bruce Springsteen

Thursday, 8 September 2005 12:27 P GMT+01
 MANSION ON THE HILL There's a place out on the edge of town sirRisin' above the factories and the fieldsNow ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hillIn the day you can see the children playingOn the road that leads to those g

Jewel Kilcher

Tuesday, 28 June 2005 1:28 P GMT+01
UNTITLEDI saw a womanwhose teeth werestraight likeWhite picket fencesUntil she lookedat her husband-They looked likeShattered windowsJEWEL KILCHER

D. A. Levy (Miniature)

Thursday, 16 June 2005 12:00 P GMT+01
Poema visual de D.A.Levy

The Olive Branch (Daniela Gioseffi)

Friday, 29 April 2005 2:14 A GMT+01
"falls from the wet mouth of the old doveand sinks into a river of fire rushing toward the deltawhere the oceans will catch flame and evaporate with lustand the children's lungs will be sucked of oxygen,but the president doesn't notice. His poli

Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, 19 April 2005 3:52 P GMT+01
"Não sei quando virá o amanhecer,por issoabro todas as portas"EMILY DICKINSON

Snow (LOUISE GLUCK)

Wednesday, 6 April 2005 4:33 P GMT+01
"Late December: my father and Iare going to New York, to the circus.He holds meon his shoulders in the bitter wind:scraps of white paper blow over the railroad ties.My father liked to stand like this, to hold meso he couldn't see me.I remember s

When You Come (MAYA ANGELOU)

Wednesday, 9 March 2005 12:36 P GMT+01
"When you come to me, unbidden,Beckoning meTo long-ago rooms,Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic,Gatherings of days too few.Baubles of stolen kisses.Trinkets of borrowed loves.Trunks of secret words,I CRY."MAYA ANGELOU (

Imaginação

Friday, 25 February 2005 3:25 P GMT+01
Quadro de Eugenia Ferazzoli, "Imagination""Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create."ALBERT EINSTEIN

Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird (WALLACE STEVENS)

Friday, 25 February 2005 1:25 P GMT+01
I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A ma

Ego Confession (ALLEN GINSBERG)

Wednesday, 23 February 2005 7:36 P GMT+01
"I want to be known as the most brilliant man in America . . .Prepared the way for Dharma in America without mentioning Dharma . . .distributed monies to poor poets & nourished imaginative genius of the landSat silent in jazz roar writing po

My Dream (OGDEN NASH)

Sunday, 20 February 2005 2:45 A GMT+01
"This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it."OGDEN NASH (1902-1971)Ver http://www.westegg.com/nash

THE WASTE LAND (T. S. Eliot)

Friday, 28 January 2005 12:57 P GMT+01
A'. THE BURIAL OF THE DEADApril is the cruellest month,breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.Summ

FLESH (Michael Blumenthal)

Monday, 17 January 2005 12:59 A GMT+01
I love fleshy women whose buttocks risein my hands like freshly baked bread,arms that surge outward from my embrace,thighs that surround me like love itself.I love flesh that is firm and tender, fleshthat is wild, I love flesh that is yoursthese afte