This morning my iPhone/iPod served up two tunes that include actual hands clapping. Refreshing, got me walking a bit faster to the salt mines. Even with all of Beck's flourishes, it still sounded fresh, compared to some of the current over-processed musical offerings. Clap your hands...
An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium.
I saw Beck at the Patriot Center when he was promoting that album - was that as much as ten years ago? Yikes. During intermission a woman in our group and I bought t-shirts which featured a cool, minimal graphic of two turntables and a microphone. I didn't realize until I got home how artfully placed those two turntables were...
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The post made me think of Yeats:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
But that is my favorite Beck song!
Sounds like that old man could use some Stevie!
I saw Beck at the Patriot Center when he was promoting that album - was that as much as ten years ago? Yikes. During intermission a woman in our group and I bought t-shirts which featured a cool, minimal graphic of two turntables and a microphone. I didn't realize until I got home how artfully placed those two turntables were...
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