October 29, 2008
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.
Posted by Cassandra at October 29, 2008 01:48 PM
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Just love me that Nick Drake; sad as I was to see "Pink Moon" soundtracking a car commercial, I was glad people who had never heard of him might have said "Wow, what's that?" and bought his stuff.
All the more bittersweet for early tragic self-inflicted death.
Posted by: sean at October 29, 2008 02:32 PM
This song and Three Hours are the first Nick Drake songs I ever heard.
Posted by: Cassandra at October 29, 2008 02:46 PM
A lot of good memories :)
Posted by: Cassandra at October 29, 2008 02:48 PM
Hey, look! I found a vid with AFE and some of his friends. And, personally, I think he looks mmmmahhvelous in green.
Posted by: DL Sly at October 29, 2008 05:47 PM
And just in time for Halloween.
Posted by: DL Sly at October 29, 2008 05:54 PM
To hear a poet is to love a ghost.
Posted by: spd rdr at October 29, 2008 07:59 PM
Posted by: Cricket at October 30, 2008 12:34 AM
Sensing a great disturbance in the Force, Obi-wan arrives at VC to find -- poetry? While hugs and kisses from Princess Cassandra (whether clad in skimpy bronze bikini or not) are always welcome (and sadly rare since the demise of Chirac), banal verse is not.
If you must do so, at least send me something in iambic pentameter. A sonnet from the Bard is always welcome. Otherwise, a fatwa on your poetry!
Sly, you just made the list, buddy. It will be interesting to see you prancing around on Halloween with my foot up your ass.:)
Nick Drake is not my style. For my mellow playlist, lately, I have been listening to Vivaldi Cello Concertos, Charlie Parker, Bill Withers, Collective Soul, and Pink Floyd (Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here). For more energetic fare, my playlist lately includes AC/DC, The Who, Weezer, and The Offspring.
Now, I must return to my community organizing efforts.
Posted by: a former european at October 30, 2008 12:19 PM
You never disappoint :p
Posted by: Princess Leia in an Exploding Bikini at October 30, 2008 12:42 PM
Excerpt from AFE's memoirs:
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a Sly
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two snarks diverged in a blog
And I was dragged the one less traveled by
One foot ensconced in posterior has made all the difference
Posted by: Bob DeFrost at October 30, 2008 01:51 PM
Is that the thound of the pan flute I hear in the dithtance?
Ah! My thenthitive thoul!
Posted by: The Ghotht of Thamfir at October 30, 2008 02:21 PM
Pan flute? Nope... Some swarthy fellow mugged me and took off with the flute. That noise is all the small furry animals and a Scottish, er pardon, a Pict lunatic who're collectively off their Thorazine. They're in a cave deep in the woods. Can't miss it, it has a big sign by the entrance that reads ACORN.
Posted by: Pan at October 30, 2008 03:56 PM
Think how much MORE avant garde Pink Floyd would have been if they had teemed up with the majestic pan flute stylings of Zamfir! Small furry animals AND the lonely shepherd. Ah one and-a two and-a....
Posted by: a former european at October 30, 2008 06:02 PM
An arrow of misfortune hath flown into the furry cheek of Pan.
Posted by: Woodsy Cricket-bug at October 30, 2008 06:20 PM
And I'd be happy to kiss that beautiful old ghost Charlie Parker any old day.
Posted by: spd rdr at October 30, 2008 07:17 PM
Ummmmmm -- spd? Is there something you're tryin' to tell us, here, li'l buddy?
Posted by: BillT at October 31, 2008 04:45 AM
That noise is all the small furry animals...
I was wondering why most of it consisted of *bird* song until I discovered the Hidden Message.
Posted by: BillT at October 31, 2008 04:52 AM
I was waiting for that...
spd likes jazz :p
Posted by: The Ghotht of Thamfir at October 31, 2008 07:27 AM
I hear Sully does, too.
Posted by: BillT at October 31, 2008 10:20 AM