Posted on 03/31/2018 2:03:26 AM PDT by Windflier
Doubtless it is a forever song, a melody that expresses the yearning and joy of a untainted human soul, with lyrics to match those of the Song of Solomon, a guitar of which the sounding box is your heart.
Lots of folks have tried to make me feel guilt about my un-popular opinions on these cultures, but I have to stand my ground.
I worked with a shop mate who was Japanese, and one who was american as apple pie but grew up in Japan. He was fun to be around. 6’5” southern-drawl white boy who spoke fluent Japanese and lived there for 20 years.
Every anecdote they shared just infuriated me. And their wives were racist as hell. One of their wives was a one of those rich girls who’s job it was was to walk around town and spend their father’s money in front of the media. I forget what they are called.
Either way she was sent away because she got MS and the family didn’t want her there anymore. Most of my problem with Japan comes from their strange pedo-fantasy BS and their really, really whacked out idea of “Honor”.
I attended a lengthy, weeks-long class on international business practice with a focus on Japan. Do not like.
I grew up listening to my Dad’s Jobim records.
Peace...
Heheheh...no...No...Please...No! (I find that whole aspect of him rather hilarious!)
All the sweet music that rests the soul is gone.
It’s hard to imagine how soulless the music was of the time. This Old House, How Much is that Doggy in the Window, Green Door, Canadian Sunset...
Rock Around the Clock was certainly a shock.
It was a true story. The Girl walked down the beach on her way to work every morning.
She’s a grandma today.
https://www.today.com/news/brazilian-beauty-meet-woman-who-inspired-girl-ipanema-t101592
Louis Armstrong and "I Guess I'll Get The Papers And Go Home" (click here):
"I guess I'll get the papers and go home,
Like I've been doin' ever since we've been apart.
I get some consolation when I read
Of someone else's lonely heart.
I wonder if you get the papers too
And if you feel as melancholy as I do.
Until you're in my arms again, never more to roam
I guess I'll get the papers and go home."
That's from the forties, and if you haven't lived it, you simply do not know what you've missed.
My culture is long gone. And it's never coming back. Ever.
Oh, some of it was good. I’m thinking the work of Johnny Ray and, arguably, Frank Sinatra. The Big Band sound was probably the best. Pop music of the fifties, IMO, was white bread and inoffensive. The emergence of blues-infused rock scandalized parental types, which naturally made it popular among the youth.
I think the break from pop to rock was less an evolution and more of a new species, and happened faster than any other shift in musical taste before or since.
Much prefer “The Gal from Possum Holler” by Homer & Jethro.
Well, I agree with this, as a sense of what we usually see in human processes.
However a genre becomes "established," there comes a steady state of customary behavior, and when that becomes a standard with creative deviations from the status quo being rebuffed, finally a genre of music becomes boring.
But those not wishing to see things changed start suppressing invention, those with supercreativity push back.
There is an energy barrier against change, and when that barrier is breached, like a sudden breaking of a dam all the pentup energy floods out of the reservoir and the contents follow after the waveface, maybe even pushing it rapidly into a new state of quasi-equilibrium.
That is, the changes are not just a steady climb or steady decline. It will be a plateau, followed by a revolutionary change, followed by another plateau culminating in a boredom with the genre that is no longer creative, then another revolutionary change, . . . etc.
That is the way that it appears to me the history of music has followed. I don't know if that makes sense to you, but no matter how perfect the genre becomes, eventually the creative mind often seeks not only to abandon the old ways, but to destroy them when they become distasteful, maybe even too, too perfect tending to stasis.
I think the human soul likes the challenge of turmoil more than the deathlike stasis of perfection, eh?
Capisce?
I thought for sure you made that up, whaddya know...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHcIgeQP_cM
In the end, I hope it has been a blessing to her. It seems that her behavior and life has been exemplary, true to the words of the song itself.
Great performance and his bandmates are incredible artists.
glad you enjoyed it - cheers!
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