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Singing at the Grand Ole Opry in the Mother Church!
The Nashville Music Row sim in Second Life catches the feel of Nashville to the degree that it even has the back stage exit at the Ryman Auditorium that feeds out onto the backdoor entrance to the 2nd floor of Tootsie's Orchid Lounge on Broadway. Nice touch!
Ryman Auditorium - Grand Ole Opry @ Nashville Music Row
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Listen: the wood thrush's tremulous, sugary voice
as he dips in and out of the box elder; the morning
glories who have thin, scarlet tongues, or the wind
that billows and wants to carry off the umbrella.
We sit under swaying elms enraptured by a Hallelujah
chorus of birds while the neighbors 14 year old girl
practices Mendelssohn; she desires everything, I think,
up-tempo and manic. You can hear the tarantella
wanting to crawl out of her. But her teacher calms her:
espressivo, espressivo, he says, the open window
framing them in a perfect still life. I think again
how music emanates from all that's in motion:
those hollyhocks beside the fence singing, the garden's
baseline so steady underneath us, rivers of barometrical
air that rise and fall and hum at a pitch beyond our ears.
Look at this aria of saffron light; seems each molecule
in this heart shaped leaf is a psalm, if I could hear inside
its embossed veins. How I envy what owls must hear.
Or the red squirrel, or the dog whining a block away
or the fox – red flash at meadow’s edge -- or the mole,
like Milton in his blindness.
--Miguel de O
Hello Everyone, it is so close to the weekend and what a crazy week it has been. For me there is nothing better to let the stress of the week go than loving family, adored friends, a couple of Mojitos and beautiful music that carries you to another place and lifts up your spirit. So select what you like, turn it up loud and feel the music in your heart. Always be happy! :)
xoxo
Hildda
"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats".
Albert Schweitzer
Does anyone else see a heart in Momo's fur?
This piece is called The Cat: youtu.be/JSD5lL4kigc
My friend Lucas Harmsen suggests this other wonderful tune: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PaKLB71QE4k
Happy Bokeh Wednesday, everyone!
The earth has music for those who listen.
George Santayana
tones: Bärbel's PS/PSE actions
texture: flypaper
hbw :)
DJing here every Friday at 6pm SLT
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Come check out one of the best metal clubs around in SL
Solid body electric guitar and chrome bridge. Mahogany, rosewood and yellow stained sycamore.
Woodworking project making steady progress. Slowly finishing the electrics.
Many thanks for all views, fav's - and particularly comments - all are greatly appreciated!
Happy Macro Mondays to you all!
Zu Gast bei der Gesellschaft der Musikfreunde am 30. April 2022 im Strawinsky Saal in Donaueschingen
This photo was taken during the dress rehearsal of an operetta choir. The combination of live music and photography made it a great experience for me.
One of the things we all care for, long for, knowing or not, is the feeling of connection, the feeling of being loved and share yourself with someone special. I believe this urge is as fundamental as breathing, food and comfort. It is part of us.. a simple touch, a look, a gesture, and our heart beats faster and we start to dream
Groovy kind of Love - Phil Collins
When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue
When you're close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing near my ear
Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love
Anytime you want to you can turn me onto
Anything you want to, anytime at all
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can't control the quivering inside
Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love, oh
When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue
When I'm in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don't care
Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love, oh
We got a groovy kind of love
Imagine you learn a foreign language so you can visit another country and communicate with the people there. In this case german, since that is one of the languages the internet tells you they speak. And then finally you visit that country and, true enough, all the signs when you land at the airport are in german. So you venture out and listen to the native speak to see how good your language skills are. And you can't understand a single word? Huh? Some words sound familiar, true, but.. it sounds more like dutch in a way? What is going on?
Welcome to my country where german is one of the official languages (next to french and italian) but we only use german for writing. The language we use is a very different dialect, so different that not even german understands us. So it is not you, it is us. And to make matters worse, every region and state uses a slightly different version of that language. I have no clue how our language sounds to foreigners, but we surely love it. And there is a very lively music scene here too. Our songs are full of themes like love, homesickness, tragedy and most songs are always a bit depressed, yet with a hint of irony and acceptance. One of my favorite songs is this one, the title translates to crimson red. It's a love song,just with our own flavor
Die isch ja filmryf
Die szene i dere frytignacht
Dr mond isch es wysses runds loch
& Luegt glych zur wösch uus win I
Hie bin I lang
Viu z lang allei gsi
& Ha fläsche ghöut
Schtunge zeut i däm viu z grosse bett
& Ha gseh
Wie sech d wäut wacker dräit
...nume nid um mi...
& Jitz bisch du cho
Grad jitz
Won I's nümm hätti dänkt
& Luegsch dry
Wie wenn's öppis schön z gwinne gäb
Für di & für mi
Im schlimmschte fall nume e nacht
I boue mir myni tröim uuf rund um di
& Male se scharlachrot a
I brönne mir di name z mitts i mys härz
Chönnt schwöre dass I ewig blybe we üs nüt
Drzwüsche chunnt
& Jitz bisch du cho
Grad jitz
Won I's nümm hätti dänkt
& Luegsch dry
Wie wenn's öppis schön z gwinne gäb
Für di & für mi
Im schlimmschte fall nume e nacht
I boue mir myni tröim uuf rund um di
& Male se scharlachrot a
I brönne mir di name z mitts i mys härz
Chönnt schwöre dass I ewig blybe we üs nüt
Drzwüsche chunnt
I boue mir myni tröim uuf rund um di
& Male se scharlachrot a
I brönne mir di name z mitts i mys härz
Chönnt schwöre dass I ewig blybe we üs nüt
Drzwüsche chunnt