Are you watching this now?
really real
on the White House Website
http://www.whitehouse.gov/live/performance-white-house
Mellencamp now singing
blackadder III
I am, what did I miss? It is Natalie Cole now
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blackadder III
> > > Dylan just went on...Times They Are A-Changin
>
> > Bob can't decide whether he wants to play guitar or not.
>
> That's IT?? Wow, that was weird.
Seemed like he thought there was another song to do...may he be back
again?
I thought he sounded pretty good actually. I was hoping there would be
some closeups though
really real
>
> Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow?
I think, because it was moved up, they're making a lot of mistakes
Bob was good doing Times They Are a Changing, and was about to do
another song, when everything broke down, and then we got Smokey doing
that dreck awful song about Abraham, Martin & John.
I was impressed how good Bob's voice fit in this setting. Joan Baez had
sung We Shall Overcome, and did it in a deeper, throatier voice than
every before. Bob sounded like he was just carrying on that tradition.
Bob looked a bit chunkier too, or was that just his clothes?
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I don't see him out there for the last part
really real
>
> I don't see him out there for the last part
Nah - everyone was there at the end, including Mellencamp, but not the
sulking diva who wasn't allowed to sing his second song
blackadder III
Do you think that he was told he could do two? What would it have
been? Blowin' ?
rwalker
I wonder if he was trying to avoid Joan Baez. I don't know what kind
of relationship, if any, they have these days.
dawn schmidt
Looked like Bob was in the back, far right during last song.
tif
> > > Dylan just went on...Times They Are A-Changin
>
> > Bob can't decide whether he wants to play guitar or not.
>
> That's IT?? Wow, that was weird.
It was. The longer it went on, the sadder I became.
Maybe it's just me, I thought.
Was it?
rwalker
rwalker
Was he? Good. I missed him.
tif
A point of clarification : when I write "the longer *it* went on, the
sadder I became," I was not addressing myself to Bob Dylan's play or
presence on stage, i was basically attempting to describe my reaction
to the overall "show". The spirit seems to have gone the same way the
flowers went, wherever that may be.
tif
And again, maybe it was just me. I thirst for spirit ( I don't mean
whiskey or vodka or such) and when I don't sense its presence in the
world i witness, l get to feel lovesick at times... in a different
kind of way.
That's the best I'll be able to describe my reaction tonight.
Given the prevailing mood, I felt Bob did good. And so did many of the
other performers. It was something else that I reacted to. I can't
exactly put my finger on it.
Maybe the snow ?
Maybe.
O Well!
M. Rick
You have to forgive poisoned rose -- his parents put a "color block"
on his TV and computer. He's only allowed to watch white guys.
really real
> A point of clarification : when I write "the longer *it* went on, the
> sadder I became," I was not addressing myself to Bob Dylan's play or
> presence on stage, i was basically attempting to describe my reaction
> to the overall "show". The spirit seems to have gone the same way the
> flowers went, wherever that may be.
Aside from Smokey, whom I consider a problem these days, I had an
overall very positive reaction to the show. I thought Morgan Freeman's
introductions, especially for Bob, were brilliant.
gemjack
wrote:
>Aside from Smokey, whom I consider a problem these days,
This makes switching from reading this group and the group for the tv
show 'Lost' even more confusing.
-gj
tif
> > A point of clarification : when I write "the longer *it* went on, the
> > sadder I became," I was not addressing myself to Bob Dylan's play or
> > presence on stage, i was basically attempting to describe my reaction
> > to the overall "show". The spirit seems to have gone the same way the
> > flowers went, wherever that may be.
>
> I had an
> overall very positive reaction to the show. I thought Morgan Freeman's
> introductions, especially for Bob, were brilliant.
Really real, thanks for bringing needed balance to my previous
comments, I was in a general state of funk yesterday, already before
the show started, for reasons of my own, and that did influence how I
looked, No Doubt. It made me forgot what had been accomplished, the
real victories of the last decades. I was focusing on what still
needs to happen, to be done, forgetting that sometimes one needs to
take a break, and be very patient, gentle with oneself for the journey
calls for discriminating attentiveness, while the unpredictable Verb
wilds itself free in lands where Breath expands borders and pulse of
Heart returns us into balance. Really, I am glad you were in a more
upbeat and receptive mood than I was. I stumbled yesterday... this
even while I know _by now quite well actually.... most of the time_
that it is good, even imperative at this point, to seize
opportunities to just celebrate.... everything... because that will
raise up the everything that must be celebrated, YES, celebrate,
against all odds celebrate. Rage against the machine if we must, but
rage and raise by celebrating. Celebrate Love, Celebrate Uncertainty,
Celebrate Chaos, Celebrate Harmony, Celebrate the Reshuffling of
Reality, Celebrate Life's adventures, Celebrate Hope, Simply,
Celebrate What Is. Celebrate Life that We may Live.
That's the principle that I keep in mind, as often as I am able to.
Even though I cannot always align 100 % my humanlity to that great
principle for positive change, particularly whenever I think too long
of the pain that some people experience as they go through these
historical times whose bones are sorely out of joint, historical times
whose strengths are sadly parched and whose tongue is tied to clenched
jaws, in short, these times of unnatural breath. Ours is a time
brought down to its knees in the very dust of the valley of the
shadow, a time with hands and feet pierced (Psalm 22 ). Really real,
psychological truth is that yesterday I was losing part of my hope,
my spirit was leaving me, so everything looked bleak and stormy, even
the very thing(s) I could have been rejoicing over. I was falling and
I will get up again. If not me, somebody else, because for each wave
that dies, another one rises and breathes itself to the shore.
Really real, again my thanks must go to you, for helping me regain a
wider and more balanced perspective on the reality on the ground. Next
time I go drumming with the unknown comrades at the entrance of the
subway station, I'll be able to do what I could have done yesterday,
would have liked to be able to do, raise it all up, enter the spirit
of celebration, nurture the spirit inside me, let its transforming
shefa come through, this even as the storm outside is raging.
Speaking of storm, I wonder : where have all the homeless gone? Maybe
someone opened the doors of the banks to let them in? Nah, probably
not, that's just me and my crazy ideas... Never mind...this storm too
shall pass... eventually... and maybe I'll even be one of those who
get to see the flowers bloom on that indestructible tree of life after
all... Particularly if I don't let myself forget the wonderful saying
of Rebbe Nachman of Bratzlav : " A difficult time has come upon us,
our joy must fill the air."
I know, I know really real, it's not always easy, but with or without
the tooth fairy to bring to us the coveted dollar, it is a mitzvah
worthy of this time of immense change, when reality is getting utterly
reshuffled, a time druing which "above all is not to fear, not to fear
at all; all the world is just a narrow bridge" ( another saying of the
Bratzlaver, whose lyrics were put to music)
Got to get up and go to work now.
See ya all, gals and guys, later down the line.
tif.