fly away home

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pegasus

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember darling all the while
You belong to me

I'm not sure if my mother remembered the song from years past or if she latched onto it because she could, the only song not in French on this Carla Bruni recording. 

There's always music playing in my car.  This penchant of mine brought my mom such joy and this single cut became a favorite that last year we drove around together, unaware the days were numbered.  She'd sing along and usually when it ended, we'd share a glance and I'd knowingly hit the replay button. 

See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember 'til your dream appear
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue

I would wonder, did she simply like it or did the song take her aged mind to other places, other times . . . 

Patsy Cline I believe, was singing when I heard it on Pegasus the other night.  I wished for my mom to be here, to claim her bragging rights as the proud mother of a talented and creative daughter.  Pegasus Net Waves is an internet radio station, newly launched by my sister Robin and her business partner Raul.  They play fantastic music.  I love listening. 

Mom would too. 

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember, till you're home again
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue



 

Pegasus Net Waves (dot com) Tune in from anywhere!
You Belong To Me; Pee Wee King, Chilton Price, Redd Stewart
Carla Bruni, Carla Bruni

three pumpkins

privacy

oh, i agree!

 

 

I have made a practice wherever I go

to ask intelligent amateurs . . . 

who their favorite composer is. 

 

Almost without exception . . . they will reply

"Puccini . . .  He doesn't keep us waiting.  He gets on with it." 

 

And that is one of the abiding attractions of "Boheme." 

It doesn't keep us waiting.  It does get on with it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sir Thomas Beecham, conductor, in an interview with Irving Kolodin from Saturday Review (1956)

From the album SIR THOMAS BEECHAM PUCCINI: LA BOHEME 

SERAPHIM

evol

 

The Alchemy to Gold art show was held last tonight at evol society which is the home store of Roma boots and a huge supporter of local artists and causes.  It's an odd name, evol, I thought when I first heard it, wanting to call it evolve from then on.  By all its definitions, evolve made sense to me when I thought about the store hosting this show.

evolve: 1) develop gradually and naturally
I suspect that is how much of the art shown last night came to be; a spark of form or color or matter gradually and naturally became something tangible.  Likely too, that many personal and business relationships had to have evolved as well for this night to come together.

evolve: 2) devise (a plan)
Artists were chosen, this venue was secured, sponsors stepped up, volunteers did too, details were ironed out and disasters were avoided.

evolve: c) unfold
Finishing touches given, doors open, music starts, drinks are poured, food is served, talent is absorbed. 

This night did indeed unfold beautifully and here are a few of my photos to take you there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the company of all this wonderful art, there was one snapshot which truly made me gasp.  It was early in the show when I took the picture, a view I like to take, inside looking out.  This time was different.  There was a message and innocently enough, I finally, clearly, understood evol.   

 

 

 

 

evol society @ The Shops at Park Lane

Alchemy to Gold benefit for AIN, Aids Interfaith Network 

Show organized and designed by David Call

David Call Interiors and Alchemy Arts

(The Oxford American Desk Dictionary)

 

page 43

 

 

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain

Beats upon my heart.

People twist and scream in pain,

Dawn will find them still again;

This has neither wax nor wane,

Neither stop nor start.

 

People dress and go to town;

I sit in my chair.

All my thoughts are slow and brown:

Standing up or sitting down

Little matters, or what gown

Or, what shoes I wear.

 

 

 

 

Sorrow

Renascence and Other Poems (1917)

Edna St. Vincent Millay