I discovered Tom Ashbrook this week (Spotify’s algorithms can do good work) and wanted to share this with you all.
bodies in motion
light moving across my ears
seducing my soul
Category: Music
A New Musical Discovery
I know that I mostly post poetry, and more specifically haiku, here. However, music also holds a dear spot in my soul. So, discovering this video today thrilled me in many ways (I grew up on a regular diet of Simon & Garfunkle), and I wanted to share it with all of you.
It’s a version of Simon & Garfunkle’s “America” done by the Swedish duo First Aid Kit. Check out who’s in the audience.
Today’s Black History Month Poet: Gil Scott-Heron
Probably best know for “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised“, Scott-Heron hugely influenced Rap and Hip-Hop. His work captured the array of emotions describing the urban black culture of the moment.
Saturday Morning
This audio dance
As I sit this Saturday
My ears rejoicing
A Night Of Song
Keys pressed in the night
Joyful sounds enchanting me
As a cold wind moves
Siouxsie and the Banshees: A Haiku
I hear Siouxsie Sioux
Burning ash and destruction
Cities in the dust
The music of the 80s speaks to me. So many memories, pain and joy, anguish and exaltation.
A Meditation On Zoe Keating’s New Album
Notes move over mists
These speak quietly to me
Passing through my heart
My affinity for Ms. Keating’s music continues to grow. Overlaying my delight in music and technology, she speaks to a deep part of my soul.Â
LISTENING To MusicÂ
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
A Haiku As I Listen To SatieÂ
Listening to Satie
These binary colored keys
Dancing summer light
I always envision ImImpressionistic artists as I Lilisten to Satie. Just seems so perfect. Like Bach in cathedrals.
Music SpeaksÂ
Music speaking clear
Words dancing into my heart
Soul’s revolution
Music has long held a dear spot in my heart. Speaking to my loves and passions, my deepest sadness or griefs, soaring joy or the depths of anguish, music captures it. And I feel connected, not alone.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 