GLENN GOULD and BEETHOVEN

For no particular reason other than Beauty can - for some minutes - shadow the ugliness of  what's going on in the world.
And that Glenn Gould was so much loved by Sole
We miss Her.

THE PROUD REDHEAD

June 26th, 2012
Never forgotten

8TH OF APRIL - JACQUES BREL

On this day,  year 1929, a legend was born.
He's still in our hearts, in our minds, in our souls and will never be forgotten.
The strength in his voice, in his words, in his songs is unique.
If songs could be (as they should) be compared to other artworks, I'd say he was no lesser than Rodin, Monet, Titian and so many other Masters.

Here is his most acclaimed song..but not the lesser

...and the one I love most

and one that is not often recognized as one of his masterpieces but I think it is

and the most powerful, descriptive and poetic about that wonderful town of Amsterdam

and the funniest and most ferocious against the 'Bourgeois', the people who think they have reached a status...but we know better, don't we?

and the lightest and amusing reminder of old Brussels' times. 

With my deepest feelings and sadness for all those who were recently  killed and injured through Islamic Terrorists who were welcomed in this small country of liberty and made a terrorists' nest of it.

It's also noteworthy to remember that Brel was not only a great chansonnier but also a fine actor/director. Some of the movies he directed or played in were amongst the finest of cinematography's history, although not the best-known or best-rated. But, then, so is the life of many geniuses.
And
Sole loved him.

KEITH EMERSON

I found a post from the old Sole's website in which Keith Emerson and Oscar Peterson play together.

I think it's a nice way to remember both of them ...What a tempo !
And Canario, a very old recording of Keith when he still was one of three (Emerson, Lake and Palmer)

I'M THE DAUGHTER, GRAND-DAUGHTER AND GREAT-GRANDDAUGHTER

of immigrants who were obliged for political or economic reasons to go and live in their place of choice.
They gave their reasons: freedom, legality, peace.
They were accepted and for that acceptance, they, we, shall be forever grateful.
We wanted to be part of their community
and finally we were: by respecting their views and their way of living
We, children, became friends with their children
Our parents were friends with other citizens.
We felt we were a part of that community.
We were careful to abide by local laws and rules.
Sometimes, we were treated as 'different'
We never complained
We certainely never thought about harming anyone
Our gratitude always overcame any tiny hostile gesture from others.
I still feel grateful to the country - Belgium - who gave me so much
and I'm so angry at those who received so much
and are trying to destroy it.
People who are only willing to grab and who give nothing in return but pain

MEMORIES - GLENN FREY

Magic fingers and great voice.

                                         

A SMALL TOWN BUT SO IMPORTANT...

...since it was Sole's place. The first snow of this 2015 Winter. How she would have loved it.

BREL - UN AMOUR DE SOLE

ST. PATRICK'S DAY...

...was never forgotten by Sole. And I guess it'a also a special day for Her Captain Zaphod
Another little thing that brings her back in memory

ECHOES

Echoes from beyond.
Schubert in these desolate lands
Death and the Maiden
Sole's voice in my memory
Always

PS.
Worth to be mentioned : Roman Polanski's movie with superlative performances by Sigourney Weaver and Ben Kingsley with Schubert soundtrack.Polanski's Death and the Maiden

A REDHEAD BOUQUET !

REDHEADS RULE (OR SHOULD)

REDHEADS FOREVER

Ann-Margret (Still a beautiful lady!)

When the redhead girl goes by 
The course of time stands still 
When the redhead girl goes by 
Goes by 
Goes by 

When the redhead girl goes by 
It's a dream with a blue knife 
When the redhead girl goes by 
Goes by ( X4 )

Thanks to the original Uploader for this lovely video

REDHEADS FOREVER

A wonderful photo of Christina Hendricks

Early one morning the sun was shining

I was laying in bed

Wond'ring if she'd changed it all

If her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough

They never did like Mama's homemade dress

Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough

And I was standing on the side of the road

Rain falling on my shoes

Heading out for the East Coast

Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through

Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first meet

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out West

Split it up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walking away

I heard her say over my shoulder

"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"

Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Working for a while on a fishing boat

Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind and I just grew

Tangled up in blue.

She was working in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer

I just kept looking at her side of her face

In the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out

I's just about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair

Said to me "Don't I know your name ?"

I muttered something underneath my breath

She studied the lines on my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe

"I thought you'd never say hello" she said

"You look like the silent type"

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burning coal

Pouring off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs

There was music in the cafes at night

And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going back again

I got to get her somehow

All the people we used to know

They're an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenter's wives

Don't know how it all got started

I don't what they're doing with their lives

But me I'm still on the road

Heading for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled up in Blue.

REDHEADS FOREVER

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
Theres nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you dont know what he means to me, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
Hes the only one for me, jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please dont take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please dont take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene.

REDHEADS FOREVER

Red Headed Woman – Bruce Spingsteen

Well, brunettes are fine, man
Blondes are fun
But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done,
I’ll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Well, listen up, stud,
Your life’s been wasted
’til you’ve got’ down on your knees and tasted
A red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Tight skirt, strawberry hair
Tell me what you’ve got, baby, waiting under there.
Big green eyes that look like, son,
They can see every cheap thing that you ever done.

Well, I don’t know how many girls you dated, man
You ain’t lived ’til you’ve had your tires rotated
By a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.
It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

REDHEADS: QUOTES

"Red hair is caused by sugar and lust"

Tom Robbins - Still Life with Woodpecker

REDHEADS: QUOTES

Les rousses ont sur les hommes le même attrait que la mer exerce sur le marin: elles sont toutes les deux extrêmement séduisantes parce qu'extrêmement dangereuses.(Anonyme)

REDHEADS: QUOTES

"Of course, part of the problem with redheads is that there aren't enough of them. They make up just two percent of the population. So they're pretty extraordinary. Redheads are too numerous to be ignored, too rare to be accepted."
(Grant McCracken, author, lecturer, anthropologist)

REDHEADS: QUOTES

"Gentlemen may prefer blondes, but it takes a real man to handle a redhead."
(Anonymous)