#38. Herbie Hancock, Watermelon Man.
Wes Montgomery, Live.
Bach, Cello Suite No.1 (arranged for steel-string guitar).
Michael Hedges, Because It’s There.
Michael Hedges, While My Guitar Gently Weeps.
Bach /Jacques Loussier, Jazzy version of Chorale No 1, ‘Sleepers Awake’. In this video, the bassist plays a five-string acoustic bass.
Harrow Fair, Wicked Game (tx, sh).
Pat Metheny, And I Love Her.
Return To Forever, 2008.
Wishbone Ash, early stuff. (tx, pj)
Andrea Motis, live.
Herbie Hancock, Head Hunters (Live 1974).
Herbie Hancock, Head Hunters (Album 1973).
Monday, 2017 February 13
while waiting for servicemaster, i read saturday’s star about the environmental importance of birds (‘birds are important because they keep systems in balance‘ says the audubon society)–pest control, pollinating services, and more. birds are in serious decline. if you have a cat (the main cause of the decline) the article recommends letting your cat out at night when most birds are sleeping. when servicemaster came, they taped off the livingroom and set up dryers and dehumidifiers. later, we watched the agenda (a champion for disability rights).
Beth of The Guesthouse writes, ‘This year The Coldest Night of the Year walk will take place on Saturday, Feb 25, registration starts at 4pm, with the walk starting at 5:15pm. A light meal of chili and refreshments will be provided to the volunteers and walkers.’
Tuesday, 2017 February 14
‘This consistency means that the art in the caves is fundamentally conservative. In modern times we almost demand that art attacks the social order or mocks it or undermines it in some way. And our art changes as the times change. Cave art, which is unvarying, could not have done that.’ The Cave Painters, 229.
By Michael Zahra from the Canadian Wildlife Federation (tx, sh).
Wednesday, 2017 February 15
watched nature(spy critters) and nova(origami).
Thursday, 2017 February 16
‘The Arctic day was long, and despite the tundra gales which whistled endlessly across the unobstructed land the day was hot and humid. The curlew alternately probed the mudflats for food and patrolled his territory, and all the time he watched the land’s flat horizon [for a mate] with eyes that never relaxed.’ Last Of The Curlews, 10-11.
run-around day. in the morning we went to huronia optical, the national bank, and the gbgh (to see dr okafo), where we might be spending more time as we age. in the evening, susan went to a midland-penetanguishene field naturalists meeting, while i stayed home, did some art, and talked with an old friend on his birthday. when susan came home, we watched the dark ages:an age of light (the wonder of islam),
Friday, 2017 February 17
‘In recognizing the humanity of our fellow beings, we pay ourselves the highest tribute.’–US Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall.
watched wildest islands (japan: islands of extremes).
Saturday, 2017 February 18
‘It’s a fool’s dream, but a part of me can’t stop imagining that if enough people would discover all that is good and holy in these birds, we might be able to turn things around before it’s too late.’ Grass, Sky, Song, 3.
susan to t-o. reading about ‘dossier’ and ‘file, but mostly did art. karen and nancy brought dinner and some muffins, yummy of course.
Sunday, 2017 February 19