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Circle In The Sand

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Sundown all around
Walking through the summer’s end
Waves crash
Baby don’t look back
I won’t walk away again

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Oooooh, baby, anywhere you go
We are bound together
I begin, baby, where you end
Some things are forever

Circle in the sand, ’round and ’round
Neverending love is what we’ve found
And you complete the heart of me
Our love is all we need
Circle in the sand, circle in the sand

— “Circle In the Sand” by Ellen Shipley and Rick Nowels; performed by Belinda Carlisle

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Photographed at The Trace region

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So Long, Pete, It’s Been Good to Know Ya

Pete Seeger blog

“Some may find them [songs] merely diverting melodies. Others may find them incitements to Red revolution. And who will say if either or both is wrong? Not I.”

I really have played a little guitar in my time, long before I had to hock my axe at a particularly bad financial period.  Never one for picking, I’d rather strum chords and sing along, and so I was attracted primarily to folk songs with simplified chord structures.  Not surprisingly, as I scoured the library looking for song books I could copy out or photocopy, I came across Pete Seeger’s The Incompleat Folksinger, writings by him and others on the history and basis of folk and the early consciousness protesters.

Pete was a man who wasn’t afraid to speak what was on his mind and call a spade a spade.  Witness his troubles with the House Un-American Activities Committee, starting in 1955 and lasting until 1962, when he refused to name names or answer any questions about his past political affiliations, based on his First Amendment rights.  That conviction to do what was right, not what was easy, never wavered in Seeger; he protested war, pollution, discrimination and violence with his music wherever he found it.  On the head of his banjo, his preferred instrument, he usually wrote the phrase, “This machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender,” in imitation of his friend Woody Guthrie’s guitar, which was emblazoned with “This machine kills fascists!”

Many of us didn’t see this, probably.  We were attracted first of all by the music; traditional songs, original songs, funny and serious and heartbreaking songs; they made us laugh, and cry, and — most of all — think about things.  Pete always encouraged his audience to sing along with him, and they would, knowing almost all of his repertoire as well as he did.  In recent years, as Pete’s high tenor started fading due to age, the audience would help fill in the music, and everyone — especially Pete, I’d wager — was happy.  It wasn’t a pure Forties or Fifties hootenanny — not when you had to buy a ticket to get in — but it came fairly close.  I’d be willing to bet that, if Pete’s fetched up beside the Apostles after dying yesterday, he’s got that old five-string banjo in his hands, and a twelve-string guitar sitting in a stand nearby, ready to use, and he’s started leading the singalongs.  Blessings be upon you, Mr. Seeger.

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Posted January 28, 2014 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Music, People

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Song For a Winter’s Night

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Turn the page for the song by Gordon Lightfoot.

Posted December 27, 2013 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Music

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Me and Arlo

Me and Arlo (blog)

I don’t need no diamond ring
I don’t need no Cadillac car
Just want to drink my Ripple wine
Down in the Lightning Bar
Down in the Lightning Bar

Some people value fortune and fame
I don’t care about ’em none
Just want to drink my Ripple wine
An’ have my good time fun
Have my good time fun….

Hoyt Axton, “Lightning Bar Blues”
From Arlo Guthrie, Hobo’s Lullaby

(Hey, there’s more than one reason I’m named Harper.)

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Posted October 10, 2013 by Harper Ganesvoort in Music, Photographs

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For Mother Maybelle

Maybelle Carter blog

Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life’s dreary hour
How i long to see him and regret the dark hour
He’s gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower

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Posted May 10, 2013 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Music

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From the Writer’s Almanac: Billie Holiday

Billie Holiday was born on this day in 1915, according to Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac.

Them that’s got shall get
Them that’s not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own

It’s hard to summarize Billie’s life in a few paragraphs; she saw some “up” periods, mixed in with a whole lot of “down.” Born to a broken home in Philadelphia, she and her mother were forced to make ends meet at times by working as prostitutes. It looks like she began singing professionally in 1929, becoming a regular at a club in 1932 (Benny Goodman saw her perform the year before), and performed a small role in a Duke Ellington musical production in 1935. She also started recording in 1935, and had performing contracts with the Count Basie and Artie Shaw bands between 1937-1938. Her big successes and fame began when she was given the song “Strange Fruit,” a straight-out commentary on black lynchings, and recorded it in 1939 — with resistance on her label’s part, and even some uncertainty on her own. The song became one of her most famous.

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
Blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
for the rain to gather
for the wind to suck
for the sun to rot
for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Anyone who has heard a Billie Holiday side remembers that Voice. Billie was never trained as a singer; her voice wasn’t musical by any normal definition, thin in some places and with a weird, curious timbre. But “Lady Day” knew how to use it to brilliant effect, and wrung emotion out of out of the lyrics with almost every song she chose. Her style has inspired singers down to this day. When Diana Ross was tapped to portray Billie in Lady Sings the Blues, she studied up on the Holiday library, not to imitate Billie’s voice, but her style.

Sadly for Billie, she had to face many demons. Racial discrimination blocked her from career opportunities, or kept her to the usual routines such as having to take the service elevator to her hotel room instead of the main elevator, or not being able to eat or drink in the rooms she performed in. Worst, she developed an addiction to heroin, and she was busted several times for this — including in the hospital as she was dying of liver disease. She succumbed a month after this, in 1959; she was only 44 year old, and died with about $750 to her name.

Good morning heartache
Here we go again
Good morning heartache
You’re the one who knew me when
Might as well get used to you hanging around
Good morning heartache
Sit down

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The details:

  • Skin:  Uzuri Imani Golden Smoky
  • Eyes:  Poetic Colors (dark wood)
  • Hair:  Sonatta Morales Alinda hair charcoal
  • Dress:  Sonatta Morales Peach
  • Shoes:  Donna Flora Rosea (black, jeweled heels)
  • Makeup:  elymode makeup – blue & gold; Amacci Eyelash Tattoo 3; Glamorize Dirty Babe lipstick (Charred chocolate)
  • Jewelry:  Eclectica Chevron suite (Pearl)

Photographed at my Secret (Public) Photo Studio.

Posted April 7, 2012 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Music

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Swing and Sway

Read and enjoy this lovely piece of fiction by Harper Beresford. I didn’t know she was giving us another short story until I got to the end of the article and noticed her note beneath the credits. And I hope you’ll enjoy her choice of gowns as well; the lovely Ms. Beresford does it again in every detail.

A Passion for Virtual Fashion

Swing and Sway

Born Anna Sandowsky in Atlantic City, New Jersey, in 1917, Arlene Sands was one of the swing era’s “unsung” female vocalists. Known for her throaty voice and broad range, Arlene was admired from coast to coast for her work with the Harvey Hall band. As Hitler marched into Poland, Arlene sang for crowds up and down the East Coast and blessed her citizenship, which allowed a Jewish woman like her to appear in public, an equal citizen whose religious heritage and beliefs were not as important to them as her beautiful voice and glamorous look.

Swing and Sway

Anna/Arlene is brought to life with this gorgeous dress from Neferia Abel. Neferia has been making dresses in SL based on her historical research for over five years. At one time. she was the only place go for anything vintage, and she is still the best for historical accuracy in 20th century women’s fashion. This…

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Posted December 18, 2011 by Harper Ganesvoort in Fashion, Fiction, Reblog

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Dancers at Frank’s Elite Jazz

It had been a long time, what with one thing or another, that I’d been out to a club, and so last night I pulled on a gown (Clio’s Yvonne, in black; pictures in future) and ran off to an old favorite, Frank’s Elite Jazz.  The crowd was fun, the lag was minimal — man, I love this new computer! — and the music was mostly great.  There’ll always be something you don’t like at a club, but just as often more that you do.  Last night’s DJ pulled out a mix of modern and classic crooners, slow and fast, that kept the dancers in the main ballroom quite happy.

Wulf Carlucci and Cayleen Linette on the dance floor at Frank's Elite Jazz

A kiss is still a kiss....

While there, I saw this one couple dancing in what was a almost perfect matchup to every song played; within a handful of bars of the song starting, they had shifted their danceball choice to a style that matched what was playing.  Applause to Wulf Carlucci and Cayleen Linette for being a smashing couple, witty in their conversation, active with the people around them, and for mastering the very hard trick of spontaneous in-world dancing from simple rocking to high-kick active styles.  I gave them both copies of this candid photo I shot while there on the sidelines.

 

Stormy Weather

Keeps rainin' all the time....

Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather since my man and I ain’t together
Keeps raining all the time, the time
Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather, just can’t get my poor self together
I’m weary all the time, the time
So weary all the time

When he went, you went away, the blues walked in and met me
If he stays away, ol’ rocking chair will get me
All I do is pray, the Lord above will let me walk in the sun once more

Can’t go on, everything I had is gone
Stormy weather since my man and I ain’t together
It’s raining all the time

One of the finest singers the Real World has known passed away a few days ago.  Miss Lena Horne had known both sides of the blues, the pain and the delight, in her 92 years.  I think she emerged on the high side at the end.

Her signature song, of course, was “Stormy Weather,” and that’s what I based these photos on.  But if you want to hear the woman herself, just click on play….

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The details:

  • Shape: DLicious Johari
  • Skin: Uzuri Imani Golden Smoky v3.1
  • Dress: Ivalde Retropolitan (magenta)
  • Hair: Curio Holly (dark brown)
  • Jewelry: Eclectica
  • Shoes: KL Peep Toe Pumps (Stellar black)

Photos taken in Creamshop region

Octegenarian Bluesman in Second Life

Check out New World Notes for a story on Charles Bristol of North Carolina, a bluesman of the Old School.  Why do we mention Mr. Bristol?  Because he plays active gigs in Second Life, of course.  His avatar is named CharlesEBristol Xi, and he teams up with Etherian Kamaboko to tear the house down.  Read Hamlet Au’s article for more, including a video of Charles and Etherian in world at a gig.

As Hamlet notes, by the way, Charles is going to turn 88 years old on September 22.  I don’t know if that makes him the oldest Resident in RL years, but he’s definitely up there in competition.  I don’t know if birthday notecards from ~50,000 strangers is appropriate, but I intend to send him one.

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