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January 24, 2016 at 9:24 am
john zande
“I figured everyone else was faking it, too.”
Exactly! I think I thought this way, as well.
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January 24, 2016 at 9:26 am
john zande
Arb, you ever seen this, John Cale doing “Do not go gentle into that good night…”? I like.
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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January 24, 2016 at 9:26 am
The Arbourist
@JZ
And imagine your surprise when a good portion of the people actually were not faking it.
Yeah, so that talking snake stuff, totally legit…
*boggle*
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January 24, 2016 at 9:28 am
john zande
Of course, poem by Dylan Thomas.
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January 24, 2016 at 9:34 am
The Arbourist
@JZ
Added the poem to the video. Hope that’s okay.
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January 24, 2016 at 9:36 am
john zande
Absolutely! Had you seen this arrangement before? I hadn’t, but had to wonder, why?
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January 24, 2016 at 9:46 am
The Arbourist
@JZ
I had not. It seems a little… upbeat considering the tone of the poem.
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January 24, 2016 at 10:07 am
john zande
You think? I’d probably read it the way Cale has, but I can certainly see where you’re coming from. Could certainly be darker. Maybe this could be your 2016 project? I’d fly north just to see that performed live ;)
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January 24, 2016 at 10:08 am
The Arbourist
@JZ
Well I know a few composers, I can make a discrete inquiry or two. :>
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January 24, 2016 at 5:32 pm
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