5th & 6th November, 2005
Rod in Concert
Holland, December 2005!
San Sebastian Strings
albums now available on CD! Order
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Photo by Edward McKuen 9/24/2005
A Thought for Today
Never lose faith if all you replace it
with is cynicism.
TO BEGIN WITH
Today after six weeks of editing and mastering I sent off the new double
CD master discs of the Complete Amsterdam concert to Holland. With any
luck it will be released in time for my appearance next month in The
Netherlands.
I say “new” because this is the album released 34 years ago digitally
remastered with 12 tracks missing from the original 2 LP set. About 45
minutes of additional music and a total of 42 selections. It comes out
on BR records.
This coming Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday I’ll be completing the revised
2 CD version of Live in London (from 1970) for immediate release on
England’s Zone Records. Another 40+ tracks with much unpublished
material. And, yes, both sets will be available by mail-order from
Stanyan House.
I’ll print the track lists for both albums next week. Thanks to digital
technology and the extra time CD’s afford It’s a big thrill for me to
finally present both concerts as they were originally recorded.
RM 11/4/2005
FROM the¨BOOKS
TWO POEMS FROM AN OUTSTRETCHED HAND
Earth
Alive, awake
we anguish for the dead
we wail and weep.
But it is for ourselves
that tears
and tearing at the heart
is done.
We do not grieve
because the earth
reclaims its own.
We weep because
we’re suddenly deprived
of good companions
sound judgment
and familiar counsel.
The Green
I’ll survive, I will.
Whatever hill I’m asked
to climb or crawl upon
whatever dry space
I must travel through
to where the green
of this oncoming season
stays to speak to me,
I’ll be there.
Wait for me
whoever you are.
Whatever tunic or bright shirt
you wear,
I’m coming, I’ll be there.
-from “An Outstretched Hand,” 1980
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Saturday 5 November
Bryan Adams o
Mark Breland o
Eugene Debs o
Will Durant o
Myron Floren o
Art Garfunkel o
Walter Gieseking o
Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood (Radiohead) o
Jon-Erik Hexum o
Vivien Leigh o
Javy Lopez o
Mantovani o
Joel McCrea o
Peter Noone o
Tatum O’Neal o
Gram Parsons o
Roy Rogers o
Natalie Schaefer o
Sam Shepard o
Paul Simon o
Elke Sommer o
Ike Turner o
Bill Walton
Sunday
6 November
Ray Conniff o
Brad Davis o
Sally Field o
Glenn Frey o
Juanita Hall o
Ethan Hawke o
Walter Perry Johnson o
James Jones o
Gus Kahn o
Lance Kerwin o
Frances Lederer o
James Naismith o
Mike Nichols o
Ignace Jan Paderewski o
Kelly Rutherford o
Jean Shrimpton o
Maria Shriver o
John Philip Sousa o
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Don't leave charity to angels. Give a little yourself and give a little
of yourself.
Mankind will always suffer from Cain’s crime
and God’s failure to condemn it.
Every sparrow, once he’s learned to
serenade, leaves the nest and ventures on his own to fly.
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War is not
the murderer,
it is peace.
The waiting for war
the restlessness
men of war have
when there is no fight
no false crusade.
Peace,
it might be argued,
is the killer.
Without contentment
to fire war
there would be no battle.
A circle.
Peace is not a promise,
only a time
for reloading.
I do not expect
that this will change
within my lifetime,
or my son’s sons.
I do not expect
miracles or marvels,
but I know
what war is not
and it is not.
Some wonder in the act of war
still lingers for mankind
after all this time.
And could it be defined,
set down as to its reasons,
perhaps it could be bottled up
or filed away
or even willed away by loving.
But while some men
having tasted so much war
and some who’ve never
bitten battle
still walk among us,
there will always be
mysteries to be
found out.
Does the arrow pierce
and does the cannon sting
and can a private madness
dwelling in one man’s head
be stopped by firing over
heads of men he’ll never know,
or better still into their hearts.
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