This is our default song – the verses are made up new as you sing. This song plays with 2 chords in any key good for your singing voice. …try them.
You are cordially invited to explore this music adventure for non-musicians. It is possible to create a palpable field as a group – even without being physically present with each other. IF someday, in this reality, we actually want to sing anything together …we got to know some songs, no?
There really are other considerations – please see below 🙂 – This is not the first attempt at this, this doing music, only the first one in this reality. ..and why again? Come to think of it – I don’t actually have an answer – only an intuitive hunch that music is important…
So then, this coming Tuesday, August 12 at 10am PT – we’ll start with this folk song Waltzing Mathilda” – which a lot of you are already familiar with. You work with that song the way you work with it in your home and with or without instruments and a time it works for you.
In researching you will find there are various versions or the song – and you may practice with any or all of them. Have some fun.
It is said that if one door closes, another one opens.
Maybe rather than vicariously watching a woman or 2 past their youthful prime to try get some cords out of a guitar 🙂 – what if you are called to participate – without even watching? Just knowing we are all working with the same song on the same day might create a field in which connection is learned to be sensed. What if you will share your experience after?
Today, August 10, 2013 in Gorby’s cafe there was a little discussion and at some point someone said: this self initiation thing – it is not easy ….
So how – if at all possible, can one form a habit of making music when it is not replacing any other habit? How to have enough will when there is no real necessity to help out with it? What if there is not really the desire or drive to keep at it. What if the only reason is to follow the guidance of a teacher and the vague wish one could do music in a band together…preferably without having to practice anything?
What does it take and is it worth it?
I will create an event on Dokgoth. Weekly folksongs will be posted on this page: click here!!! If we transmit live, we will let you know.
Pencil Magic Art Classes moved to gorebaggtv on livestream on August 6, 2014. You can do art with us there Fridays at 1030 am. Bring a sharp soft pencil and paper.
In 2006, a group of students at Xavier High School in New York City were given an assignment by their English teacher, Ms. Lockwood, that was to test their persuasive writing skills: the task was: write to your favorite author and ask him or her to visit the school. Some of the students chose
Kurt Vonnegut (he died April 11, 2007, only a few months later). He was the only one to reply – with this inspiring letter.
With much gratitude to all involved, there is the text of the letter:
November 5, 2006
Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Now do some art !