Monday, October 15, 2007
Shout Sister Shout
This is the fantastic Sister Rosetta Tharpe. I discovered her a while back and since i'm on a constant hunt for recordings or footage. Her guitar playing is ridiculously great, and her vocal style is like none other. She was very dedicated to the church but occasionally played outside the church for which she got a lot of flack. But apparently she had a huge following in her day, she filled a whole stadium for her wedding.
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i forgot to mention how much i love the guitar solo in this tune.
amazing. I feel the joy !
HOLY DINA! There ain't noth'in finer!
she's amazing, what duende!
!!!!!!!
Duende. Absolutely!
(what a great word), sigh, a good word can make my day.
:)
yeah... that's a pretty rippin' guitar solo. the sight of that little old lady in her floral print dress just shredding away on the guitar is something else.
speaking of music that colonizes yr spirit, this is the stuff i grew up on, as a kid, going to church 3-5 times a week. i used to watch people jump the pews to this kind of music.
I like it too, even though I've never been to church. If it was like this, I'd be going all the time!
Duende. When I was in Peru one of our guides on this hike told us a folk story about a Duende or an "hombre pequeño" (small man) who hides in the forest and hypnotizes pretty girls so that he can take them back to his lair and make love to them. Is there another meaning to Duende? Forgive my ignorance if there is.
Damn, that woman can play.
yeah, no doubt. lessee-- electric guitar, crazy awesome voice... ? she reminds me of this one gal that i am ridiculously lucky enough to play music with sometimes.
some of you may know her. :)
Yeah, there was a paper by Lorca that explains the duende, or 'soul'. Somekindo of inner spirit which is full of passion and hutsbah. From deep within...
There are two meanings to duende. I looked it up. Funny because the two meanings don't seem to have any link at all.
I only know that name from Waking Life, who is this one named "Lorca"?
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Timothy Levitch: Monologue from “Waking Life”
On this bridge, Lorca warns: life is not a dream.
Beware, and beware, and beware!
And so many think because then happened, now isn’t.
But didn’t I mention, the on-going WOW is happening, right now!
We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance, where even our inabilities are having a roast! We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel starring clowns!
This entire thing we’re involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be.
Life is a matter of a miracle, that is collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each others’ presence.
The world is an exam, to see if we can rise into the direct experiences. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it, matter is here as a test for our curiosity, doubt is here as an exam for our vitality.
Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write a hundred stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling in to a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized at last, something was happening to him.
An assumption develops that you can not understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely, which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say, that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me. And I can learn to love, and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of Self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.
Before you drift off, don’t forget, which is to say remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Lorca, in that same poem, said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And, as one realizes, that one is a dream-figure in another person’s dream: that is self-awareness!
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