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Saturday, February 14th, 2015
I was gonna have them for breakfast...
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Friday, February 13th, 2015
I'm kind of flabbergasted still about how seemingly good, worthwhile music is just about pouring out of me since I started using these picks! It's like it was the crucial next step from the Dunlop Thins that I used when I was recording "The Modesto Kid" -- suddenly I'm actually a musician! Check out this playlist [redacted rant of self-justification] -- "Jim Dunlop" by Jer "The Modesto Kid" Osner, traditional music and beyond.
[redacted footnote of self-justification]
https://soundcloud.com/the-modesto-kid/sets/walk-right-in
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Saturday, February 7th, 2015
Wow! I must say I'm enjoying playing with the new picks I recently acquired! It is opening up a whole new sort of relationship with the guitar for me. Some songs and attempts at songs that I've been recording with these new plectra, are at my Soundcloud stream. Look!:
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Sunday, January 25th, 2015
Went over to a friend's house from the have_moicy mailing list the other day, to see about some used Holy Modal Rounders records; wonder of wonders he turned out to have a whole bunch of Jim Kweskin and the Jug Band as well!
And now look! "Jim Kweskin in the 21st Century" -- featuring a new "Blues in the Bottle", plus guest appearances from David Grisman and John Sebastan, Maria and Geoff Muldaur -- is available on Spotify! and fantastic.
posted afternoon of January 25th, 2015: 1 response
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Streets of Braddock
by The Modesto Kid
everything capo 8
(voicing of initial "walk" is a high F)
You're D walking your Am dog through the D streets of Am Braddock,
a D car door Am slams and she Em growls
and she's Am7 nervous Em now, she's pulling D you to the Am park,
I guess you G got an ap- Am -pointment with C7 me there after Em dark.
Somebody's D headlight Am shines through the D evening Am light
streetlights D mellow the Am cast of the Em evening Em7 shade
and you're Am7 nervous Em now, to think of D what may Am come
after your G lame prevari- Am -cations are C7 done and your plans are Em made.
You're walking D up Flood's Am Hill, the shade's D deeper Am now
the D trees are ragged Am shadows on the Em night's dark Em7 cowl
you hear the Am7 sound of a Em train, east- D -bound, running Am easy,
ci- G -cadas are Am buzzing at C7 twilight, and a distant Em howl.
solo, improvise
You're D walking your Am dog through the D streets of Am Braddock,
she D tugs at the Am leash and she Em7 barks
at the Am7 strange night-time Em shapes all a- D -round in the Am park,
I guess you G got an ap- Am -pointment with C7 (let ring) me here after dark.
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Wednesday, January 14th, 2015
"SARGENTO: (...) ¡Saludad las revoluciones anónimas: ellas son los verdaderos triunfos de la libertad!"
SARGENTO:
No, señors: I am not great, I am not glorious; ...: a toast to the anonymous revolutions, for they are the true triumphs of liberty!
Juan Bautista Alberdi:
el gigante amapolas
y
formidables enemigos:
o sea
fastos dramaticos de una
guerra memorable.
Buenos Aires, Tinglado, 1954
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Sunday, January 11th, 2015
cementerio de San José
The earth there is a deep, raw red, and the olive trees that punctuate it are green and gray and very old. The cemetery wall is high and long, the same color as the earth, and it is crowned with rough clay tiles.
-- Jon Lee Anderson
aquà te fusilaron GarcÃa Lorca
aquà sobre el rojo crudo de la tierra
se ha derramado tu sangre rojo cruda y
caliente
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Thursday, January first, 2015
Yours truly in my father's arms, 1971
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mañana es otro dÃa
por J. Osner
nos unamos los manos:
nos giremos hacia el este
esperando al sol que teñirán
de rosa sus rayos el cielo negro;
nos dejarán saber
que empieza el nuevo dÃa,
ese dÃa hasta que postergábamos
todos los deseos más queridos.
agárrame a mà ahora la mano
y dime nuevamente, muévete:
nos ya estamos quemando
debajo del sol del mediodÃa.
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