Thursday, December 13, 2007
There's a descending motif in the Let it Grow section of Weather Report Suite, by the Grateful Dead, that always makes me think of the slow fall of snow from the sky. As it began to snow this afternoon, I put it on. I looked out the window as that riff arrived, and all was in concert.
Posted by Trance Dancer in Snowshoes at 4:55 PM
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
The first heat of Spring arrives, and the bulbs and grass surge, the cats head for the shadows, and I pull out the music that saunters. No rush to get anywhere.
Phillips, Grier and Flinner have several albums together, but Looking Back is my current favorite. They respectfully cover the Beatles (I Want You) and Hendrix (Little Wing) with a touch that is only possible because of their great musicianship. They take their time, and honor the mood of the original while stamping it their own.
Why does warm weather make me want to listen to this...? Therein the mystery.
Posted by Trance Dancer in Snowshoes at 1:44 PM
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
The spring dances haphazardly round the Beltane pole, uncertain about whether to commit to a bloom or send frost and snow down the back of schoolkids jackets, shivers down their spines that beat to the pulse of Kelly Joe Phelps "Tap The Red Cane Whirlwind."
Posted by Trance Dancer in Snowshoes at 1:31 PM