musicology #0723

aHymnForCon #29

Maceo and all the Kings Men – I Remember

“The depth of the feeling continued to surprise and threaten me, but each time it hit again and I bore it…I would discover that it hadn’t, (yet), washed me away.”

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musicology #0722

aHymnForCon #28

Ensemble Nipponia – Esashi Oiwake

(Song of Tribute)

“As every flower fades and as all youth

Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.”

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musicology #0721

aHymnForCon #27

Anouar Brahem – Cordoba

“Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.”
–  Jorge Luis Borges

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musicology #0720

aHymnForCon #26

Gene Allison and the Israelite Travellers

– Send My Child Home To Me

365 days ago a light went out. One of the FEW that brightened up my life and turned all my grey skies blue..I was there when that light took her first breath of life and there when that light took her last breath of life. The, (greatest) Joy and the (greatest) Pain.

“Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men” – Seneca

Hold this one Kohzu and, please, if you can … wait for me … x

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musicology #0719

aHymnForCon #25

Tlahoun Gessesse – Selamtaye Yedres

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on….

how I miss you kohzu x

musicology #0718

aHymnForCon #24

Johnny and the Attractions – Young Wings Can Fly

“There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

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musicology #0717

aHymnForCon #23

Stevie Wonder – Blame It On The Sun

…… “But my heart blames it …. on me”

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