Thank you very much...

Hmmm.....got me to thinking........this is funny, nothing else!!!!;):D:D:D:D:D:D:D My preggo had much less constitution....:(:rolleyes::D:D:D:D:D

 
I'm leavin' a long week behind.....Mr. Pickett gonna' help set it off.......
 
Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu

I'm saddened to read about the passing today of someone who was truly inspirational and amazingly talented that most probably have never heard of. His voice was very special and and always conveyed an emotion that seemed just out of reach often singing in his native Yolgnu language.
He first came to notice in the band Yothu Yindi in the 80's and has later carved out an amazingly distinguished solo career. Today he passed age 46.

He was born blind and has suffered from early childhood from Hep B, liver problems and kidney disease. Last year he nearly bled to death after the hospital turned him away citing that he was just another alcoholic indigenous Australian and treatment would be wasted on him when in fact it was related to his long term conditions.

It's a tough call for cultural reasons to post these vids but they are out there and show the an at his best.

 
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Brigitte Fontaine. She was 59 when she recorded this in 1988. Don't worry if you don't understand the lyrics, most French people can't either :D:


When she was 71:


When I was 19 :rolleyes: :

 
A taste of what my sons enjoy (and so do I!!!):

J'ai pas d'sous! (I ain't got no money)
J'ai le compte en banque qui pisse le sang (My bank account pees blood)
Y'a personne qui m'aime pour mon argent (There's nopbody that loves me for my money)
Ma voiture avance quand y'a du vent (my car moves when it's windy)
Etc.

Reminds of Frank Zappa, a kind of humour, a form of resilience against the stupidity of our society.

Om, Shanti Om, Amen... :D

 
After a year in Portgal, my son's now in Belfast. Not the same climate, but it seems the beer tastes good ;)

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He watched the protestant bonfires on july 12th, and also saw the catholic (republican) ones in his street.

He couldn't imagine how deep the hatred between religious communities was still alive in 2017.

When I hung up the phone, I thought of that film, "The Boxer", and the song "Danny boy":


“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”
 
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After a year in Portgal, my son's now in Belfast. Not the same climate, but it seems the beer tastes good ;)

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He watched the protestant bonfires on july 12th, and also saw the catholic (republican) ones in his street.

He couldn't imagine how deep the hatred between religious communities was still alive in 2017.

When I hung up the phone, I thought of that film, "The Boxer", and the song "Danny boy":


“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”
 
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