Category: Indy
To be kissed and salted ~ here is a picture
This is, I am So beautiful and fierce This is, violence And holy words And I swear fealty To smile beyond dignity To be kissed and salted To be kissed and salted Oh to kiss and be salted By love extreme This is Veda Hille. A pianist friend tells me her style is ‘percussive’.…
The Philosopher Kings all dressed up for San Francisco, bringing their charms
It was the summer of 1995. I was back from extended travels through Australia and SE Asia, living in a Deep Cove cabin with the gentle high-tide waves lapping on the rocks just 20 feet below me while I busily built a website (a blog long before the name became popularised) from the travelogue and…
Hunters and Collectors of Olympic medals: run run run
Heading into Whistler Village to watch the Canada vs. US hockey game with a couple thousand friends. There are almost as many Americans in town as Canadians, so this should be fun. Time to get tribal, and I can’t think of a more tribal song. From a good little Aussie outfit.
Secret Heart: Feist Covers Sexsmith LIVE
Some weeks ago I watched a documentary about a piano prodigy. In his young teens, the boy spoke about music with a profound wisdom. One thing he said, in particular, stayed with me. I’m paraphrasing, but it went something like: “The more you work with a piece of music, the more you find in it.…
My Muse, My Moon oh Man: Feist
This song’s been running around in my mind the last 24 hours. I’ve been thinking about the name for this site, thinking we’re not likely going to be able to keep Muse, since there’s already a magazine published under that name. So a variation’s been playing out in my thoughts, My Muse. And, as I…
