Deb Lacativa's thread….what Pleasure to stitch with, how alive it makes things…just as i see things in my mind, the Cloth receives and holds
working with the dreams…i wake last night to remembering Country Joe and the Fish, Porpoise Mouth….UTube. me, 72 or 73 yrs, 3:00 something AM listening, remembering. He's still alive, living in Berkley. Maybe i can go find him.
I have been having a recurring dream lately. I spend the whole night looking for my car. One night it was at a university, another night it was at a gigantic shopping mall on two sides of the road. The road changes as I go looking. Parking garages become never ending. I stress about where I am because I don’t know where I am. The the other night last week I had the dream. And I found the car. The reason I couldn’t find it in any of the places I thought I had left it was because I realized I was driving it. I woke up truly amused with myself. No more missing cars.
My Japanese Indigo seeds arrived in the mail yesterday. I wish I was there.
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How great was that…you were where you were looking for!!!!! Dreams…what ARE they????
My indigo seeds are probably at the Post Office. I’ll get there in the next few days. I am SO beyond hoping that this will be the year i actually DO GROW them…i have gotten them year after year, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen, but just in case
but this time, it Might.
it might.
maybe.
i am so so looking Forward
and i like that there’s no more missing cars. That somethng has been resolved. I continue with my Dream Issues, not resolved but Just Going
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Nice addition. Meanwhile I looked up that Country Joe (famous to me for another song-“Well it’s one two three what are we fighting for…who knows I don’t give a damn…next stop is Vietnam…whoopie we’re all gonna die!”) This beautiful dream song is so touching…A commenter at the video said “I know. It’s only rock ‘n’ roll. But imagine, if you will, being a 15-year-old boy – wide open to the world – 500 miles north of San Francisco, not far from Kesey’s farm East of Eugene, a college & logger’s town, at the height of the civil rights movement and just as the nation’s sentiment began to turn against the war in Vietnam. Along with the Rev. Dr. King’s and Oregon U.S. Senator Morse’s indictments regarding race and Vietnam, the fundamental legitimacy of the established order had never in our history been questioned on such a scale – and that questioning seems to be reflected in songs like “Porpoise Mouth” which dropped like a pebble into our pool of collective consciousness, songs, it seems, in stark contrast to the flat, starch-white dominated and heavily utilitarian, disenchanted society against which some sixties youth seem to rebel. Like Lennon’s “Strawberry Fields Forever,” Hendrix’s “The Wind Cries Mary” and Dylan’s “Ballad of a Thin Man,” Country Joe and the Fish’s “Porpoise Mouth,” not so much its lyrics but its melancholy melody, stands in stark contrast to the inauthenticities and hypocrisies of American society. Such songs evoke a search among (some) sixties youth for a society worth living in and working for, or so it seems. Like poetry, music at its best tells memorable stories and it’s only through listening to those stories that listeners learn important facts about themselves, about who and what they are, about what it is to win and what it is to be defeated (Robert Johnson’s “Love in Vain”); what it is to be at home in the world and what it is to find oneself a stranger (e.g., Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone”); what the ties of friendship (e.g., Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here”) are and what it is to be condemned to friendlessness (e.g., Lennon’s “How Do You Sleep?”); and about what we owe to the living and to the dead.”
https://youtu.be/g8u_3Wx4N0c
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the power of music and love
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so Good…these words….THANK you!!!!
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yes…how music, the songs, are so entwined
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