When this wind blows
Things sound different
After the leaves have dropped
To mosaic the floor.
~
This wind bends through the bared boughs
Divides to draughts between the trunks
Blows low notes from the wood
Makes this place an instrument
For mournful tunes
~
When we hear this hollow overture
Howling from beeches and birches
We can be certain winter approaches
~
CLP 27/10/2020
Every now and then
I find an album that I can’t
Stop playing. Repeat.
~
n.b. One in an occasional and sporadic series of posts about great music. I offer you Tame Impala, ‘The Slow Rush’. Fabulous!
CLP 13/10/2020
Australian with
guitar, adapting Dylan
to a-changing times
~
n.b. You can find Mike Chrome playing in Norwich and you can tip him for his quality tunes through https://ko-fi.com/mikecrome
~
CLP 02/10/2020
A note
Here
And a
Note
There
A not
Her
And
Not
The
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He
A
N
H
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Other phrases
.
.
Glide
Chime
Ring
Come in
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D
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t
Fade
.
Die
n.b. www.naporwrimo.net Day 15 prompt: A favourite piece of music. Brian Eno’s “Ambient 1: Music for Airports”
Christopher Perry
15th April 2020
Up my old ladder
I’ll clamber onto roof-tops
To belt out love songs
.
CLP 10/03/2020
A tune filtered through
Happy chatter, chink and drink
“…holy ground once more”
.
n.b. The other night a song played by the Irish folk band in a bar in Southsea, from an album we listened to as children, before we had the wherewithal to buy our own, caught my brother’s attention. The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem album, bought by my father, featured a great love song, “Holy Ground“.
Hearing it being played through the talk of the bar, my brother said, “We know this one!” We did, from childhoods more than 50 years previous.
The magic of music. I could see the record player; the cabinet it sat in; the room it sat in; the view from the window; the house; the memory of singing along.
CLP 16/02/2020
