Enjoy this delightful light display that was recorded by a photographer whose blog I follow here on WordPress. This remarkable light show on the face of the Melbourne Town Hall is sure to make you smile and put you in the Christmas spirit!
Leeanne Cole is not only a wonderful photographer but she shares much insight into her work through her blog and, as well, is generous about sharing the work of her fellow photographers.
I had the pleasure of attending a Judy Collins concert in Bath, Maine last Friday night. At age 74, Judy is stunningly beautiful – looking very much like the photo shown in this post, though her hair is now pure white. Her voice is still true and angelic – and by that I don’t mean sweet so much as powerful, clear and majestic. She (as well as her audience) was grateful for the astounding sound system at the Chocolate Church Arts Center where she performed.
I’ve heard that scent is the front-running human sense when it comes to evoking strong memory and emotion. But scent has never moved me to tears – as the sound of Andres Segovia playing guitar did when I saw him in concert nearly forty years ago and as Judy Collins’ voice did Friday night.
By her sound, I was transported to the ’70s – on a veritable magic carpet ride even though she did not sing many songs from that era.
Judy talked about the influences that set her on her course as a musician – her parents, the folk scene in New York City, her Irish heritage. I think that this talk/walk through her personal music history is her gift to her audiences. At her age, I’m sure she knows that she needs to impart on us as much as she can before she stops performing – though that day does not seem soon in coming, as she now performs 80 – 100 times per year.
Judy was close to her parents. This song, “In the Twilight,” which she wrote about her mother resonated with me as I thought of my own mother who died in 2011. (Judy’s mother died in 2010.) The quality of Collins voice in this recording is just as it sounded Friday in concert.
I hope that John Newton somehow heard in his mind Judy Collins singing Amazing Grace, which he wrote. I cannot imagine anyone singing that song more beautifully. Friday night she invited us to join her after she sang a good deal of the song alone. Her voice was as true as it is in this 1970 recording.
For the first half of her show, Judy played a 12 string guitar. For the second half, she mostly played piano and her classical training was immediately apparent. She is so at ease at the piano.
If Judy is performing in your area, whatever your age or musical interests, please try to see her. She’s an American icon.
If you’d like to read more about Judy Collins now-a-days, here’s an article that reflects what I saw and heard Friday night.
I always say that the only reason I eat toast is so that I can enjoy some butter and fruit jam!
For a long time I’ve been single focused on the Trappist line of jams, the blueberry being my favorite.
But in my endless quest for all things “organic” and now also Non-GMO, I came across Whole Foods “365″ brand of “conserve,” which as far as my taste buds and toast are concerned is a jam or a preserve. (I’ve googled the difference between a preserve and a conserve and after three quick reads of three different sources, I don’t think the difference is enough to bother with here. I really can’t tease it out. But if you’re curious, here you go!)
I’m happy to say that this product is both organic and Non-GMO verified.
So, my new favorite fruit spread for my morning toast is in the photo above – 365 Organic Mixed Berry Conserve. It is so full of flavor! And I think the sugar content is a tad less than most commercial jams. It has 10 grams of sugar in one tablespoon. I had tried a Trader Joe’s mixed fruit organic spread that had 8 grams of sugar and it was kind of dull. The perky fruit flavor of the 365 brand just didn’t come through.
At a generous 17 ounces, this jar lasts me about three weeks, maybe four.
Give it a try and share your tastebud’s thoughts in a comment!
I’m sitting here at the kitchen table waiting for the knocks on the door or the buzz of the decades-old bell. It’s a rainy night but still the squeal of young voices comes in waves as children course through the neighborhood on their quest for candy and the thrill of the spooky night. I haven’t seen the Batman or Spiderman or any other recognizable character. These are the children of several generations behind me changing the Halloween landscape of my hometown.
To while away the time between Halloween visitors, I’m at my computer checking email and facebook. In my inbox is the latest update from a musical group of sisters, the Parkington Sisters, who I had the distinct (they are unique) pleasure of seeing in concert as they led in for Chris Smither at a show in Arlington, Mass. last year. The four sisters are well-trained musically and they present a unique visual style onstage – each interestingly attractive and talented in her own way.
Their music, much of which they’ve written, is described on their home page: “…combined with their individual talents – each of the sisters is a songwriter and a multi-instrumentalist – lays the foundation for their multifaceted sound. With soaring melodies, tumbling from optimistic heights to eerie lows, vibrant harmonies and intricate arrangements, their songwriting incorporates the eclectic songwriting of Joni Mitchell and Aimee Mann, the energy of June Carter and the hit potential of Mumford and Sons.”
They were present at Fenway Park last night, guests of the Red Sox and the Dropkick Murphys, who sang the National Anthem for that historical game.
To celebrate Halloween, the Parkington Sisters, in their email tonight, shared their eerie version of the American folk song, In the Pines.
Here are two songs of theirs that are favorites of mine:
Happy Halloween from the Parkington Sisters and me!