I’m waiting for our friend, Barb, to show up this morning. She works nights as a nurse and is coming to work with Eileen on hemming some towels as gifts for Barb’s sister. But first when she arrives, she will need to sleep. The bed is ready. I have already done some playing this morning on the piano. For some reason I was in the mood for fugues and played several Bach fugues and one Scarlatti fugue. Although Barb’s hearing is worse than mine and she probably wouldn’t be disturbed, I plan not to play music while she is napping.

Yesterday I put several music videos on Facebooger.

I like this duet. Dylan’s song, like many of his songs, is derived from a true folk song. Both men look to me like they are trying not to laugh as they sing.

This is a group I like. I ran across it by examining music a Hope organ student was listening to on Spotify. I know the song but didn’t know the “official” video. They performed locally recently but I missed it.

Finding music to share is easy. I listen to lots of music everyday. My choices depend upon my mood which fluctuates wildly. This Paul Simon tune is one that has a resonance of my life in it. I especially like the verse about the father who had a son. Having had to leave my son as a child, I always related to that verse.

I sort of felt like I was sharing enough yesterday, so I bookmarked some videos for future sharing, probably today. I ran across Elbow via KCRW YouTube videos. KCRW regularly has bands come into its studio for live recordings and then puts the result up on YouTube. I check it once in a while. This band impressed so much I purchased an album of their work. This song reminds me of a Ray Bradbury short story.

I’ve loved this song for a long time. Admittedly I was introduced to it by Peter, Paul, and Mary.

Consequently, I do hear more it “gospelly” than Hank Williams sang it. I have fantasized about arranging it for choir and doing it at work. It could happen.

I think about this song once in a while. I sang it as a young man in church. I like this version. I see it as a continuing indictment of people in governments who send young people to their death. This also seems to have a bit of Bradbury feel if it’s from the CD David Letterman holds up, eh?

The Nirvana unplugged CD is the one of theirs I like the most. This song seems to need to be played at this time of year.