Post any peaceful or comforting songs you'd like to share.
LET'S SHARE PEACEFUL SONGS. - Anxiety and Depre...
LET'S SHARE PEACEFUL SONGS.
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"Moonlight Becomes You" - Bing Crosby
Homebound- Nora En Pure
I find it so relaxing. Its the perfect driving song too.
"The Last Snowfall" by Vienna Teng
Is the recording damaged... it sounds like an old, scratched LP with clicks and hisses? Or should it sound that way?
I found another copy from Universal Music, and it still pops and hisses. I guess I'm too old to get it. It's a beautiful tune. What's with the effects? (rhetorical) Makes old lady thoughts go through my head: "Why do you kids ruin perfectly good music with those darn sound effects?"
Yeah, like I said, it was deliberate. I can't account for the production decision, but she uses a similar effect in live performance, as well:
And here is a "behind the song" video with Vienna Teng and her producer/collaborator, Alex Wong:
I like this one a lot. Thanks for finding it!
"Where the River Shannon Flows" - John McCormack
"Sea Fog" by Keane
"Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac
"Imagine" by John Lennon
I don't have the right words to tell you how beautiful it is. Tears in my eyes.
Your last addition takes me back. John Lennon's second solo record. I was a teenager; I played it constantly. I remember the moron radio DJs in my home town talking about how ugly Yoko was. I took it very personally: how easy it is for a man with a big mouth and no brain to judge if a woman is good enough.
Did I ever get to share with you Frankie's lip-sync of "Imagine?"
I know I had trouble sharing it on YouTube because of copyright nonsense.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy!!! I wanna see! Oh please!
Oh no... Can you share it?
I'm not sure if it will work, but let's give it a try:
I can't get to your video, only a weird YouTube page with lots of links. Is it one of those? I can't find it.
Darn, it probably isn't one of those links. And I can't figure out why it doesn't work, but if I think of an alternative way to share the video, I'll let you know.
No success? 😥
I thought maybe I could send the video itself by email, but the file size is too large. There are other ways to share large files, services like Dropbox, but I'm not particularly comfortable with such "cloud"-based file sharing services. Barring some eureka moment, I'm afraid Frankie's miming of "Imagine" may be lost to the world. 😿
I don't know what the heck I'm talking about, so please don't laugh. When you mentioned email, but the file size was too large, I thought maybe you could "zip" it? Is that the right word? Huh? Whadda you think?
I would not laugh. Though zipping wouldn't reduce the file enough to email it, I found a way to compress it to below the size limit. I will send it by email shortly. 😺
I'm not surprised you figured it out, just pleased. You're good at this stuff!
Tell me when you send it please. I rarely look at my email. 😊🦜
It's already been sent.
I'm sorry I didn't respond yesterday. I fell asleep very early and didn't get to listen until this afternoon.
Your work is amazing! I think there may be even more detailed movement this time than in the last song. More expression in Frankie's face. Thank you so much!
Is there a way to... um... uh... I want to put Frankie's song in my music folder on my desktop. Do you know a way for me to do it?
You're welcome! Frankie and I appreciate the (facial 🐱) recognition! 😺
When you click on the attachment in the email, there should be an option to download the video. If so, it will probably put it in your Windows "Download" folder by default. From there, you would just need to cut and paste it into your desktop music folder.
Life progress I wanted to share: I finally finished getting almost all the poetry (and related) books arranged where I want them on the twenty (sizes ranging from two to five shelf including one in the closet!) bookcases in my room and I'm excitedly ready to resume writing poems. There's some cherished artwork on the walls, my workbooks (where I draft poems) and e-reader readily accessible on a long bedside table, surrounded by all the friends I've never even met (and some I have!) -- I've never felt so more at home! Tara said my room looks like a library with a bed in it 😹 (tears of joy and content).
A part of me feels bad to share this update with you because I know you are going through an incredibly rough time right now. I know it's not much, but I leave with you another peaceful song:
Did you ever consider getting one of those library jobs where you help old ladies learn how to use a computer, or -- gasp -- a smart phone?
You're a terrific teacher. No eye rolling or sighs. I did it! Thank you!
You're freaking kidding me! Nineteen -- count 'em -- nineteen! bookcases! I'm green with envy. Oh congratulations! Well done! All in one room? Your room must be huge.
Oh, I'm happy and sad that you'll resume writing poems. I anticipate you going away for a long spell again, 😢 but getting lots done!
I can relate to the "library with a bed in it". It sounds like heaven.
Explain "friends (you've) never even met", please? Do you mean new books?
Please don't feel bad to share good news with me. If folks wait for me to be doing well, they'd wait an awfully long time. It warms my heart to hear your good news.
I haven't listened to the song yet. (Thank you.) Let you know later, when I have a moment to relax. The picture's beautiful.
I had to edit my comment...it's actually twenty bookcases...there's one in the closet! 😸 But, keep in mind, most of them are small and narrow...there's not wall to wall books or anything (I had to get creative with placement because of the baseboard heaters). I don't know what would be considered a huge room, but I don't think it's very large. The slanted floors throughout the apartment are most pronounced in my room, but the mid-room three-shelf bookcases at the foot of the bed seem to be maintaining their equilibrium.
There are still piles of fiction and non-fiction (and some poetry) that Tara is going to keep in her room. I have to assemble however many bookcases for those after the holidays.
Oh yeah, I found some short story collections by Nathaniel Hawthorne (I think one is called Twice-Told Tales). I think I may have read one of his short stories in college, but I don't remember. Have you read his fiction? If so, any impressions?
Well, I literally haven't met most of the poets on my shelves (though, I have met some at poetry readings and befriended a few), but in a figurative sense I haven't met the majority of them yet because I haven't read the entirety of their poetry. Yet. 😼
After I finish and publish my first proper book of poetry, I do want to find a job working in a library again...ideally for the Internet Archive at the Boston Public Library...though I think I would be the one needing help using a smartphone! 😸
Twenty bookshelves? Now that's just showing off! 🤣
Yes, I've read Twice-Told Tales a couple times, but not recently. I did read The Scarlet Letter when I was a kid. Impression is a good word for Hawthorne. He isn't literal, as I recall. Not a lot of explanation either, more feeling, and images. You'll do fine if you decide to give him a try. Beautiful words. Me, on the other hand, I struggle when things aren't made plain. See, I try to figure things out, à la Sherlock Holmes. In a lot of cases, it's a bad approach. (Think South American writers. Huh??? 🤷)
It'd be so nice for me if you shared what you're reading from time to time. Do you think you might?
When I read poetry with my husband, he often says he can't understand it. Then when he shares one of his favorite musicians, I race out of the room covering my ears. (Ornette Coleman for example.) He idea is, I don't get the music, because it's not what I do. Further, that's why I enjoy poetry that leaves him blank -- it's not what he does.
YET? Wow! I believe you. I wish I could still do it. That'll be a special journey.
First proper book? Don't you include the book you've shared online?
I remember your interest in Internet Archive; I think of you every time I go there. I visit when I'm in too much pain to go to my local library. Almost as good as wandering up and down the aisles; what'll I find today?
So, for you, they would be Twice-Read Tales, then? (Hehe...sorry, dumb joke.) Maybe, sometime, I'll try one of Hawthorne's shorter stories as a palate cleanser. I'll let you know if I do.
Oh, that reminds me! I also noticed I kept a bunch of Ellery Queen and Alfred Hitchcock mystery magazines. I used to eat them up. You see, as a youth, I was also a budding mystery story writer when I wasn't making poems. Looking back, my attempts at fiction were pretty abysmal. But when you're young, you feel like you can do most anything because you're not aware of just how much you don't know. Reminds me of that poem "Wires" by Philip Larkin (I don't know why the poem is repeated twice in the following video):
Speaking of Larkin, when you mentioned Ornette Coleman, my ears perked up -- not because I've ever listened to a single note of Coleman's music -- but because I remembered reading Larkin's writings about the musician, as Larkin was something of a jazz aficionado, even collecting his Daily Telegraph reviews of jazz artists and their recordings in a book called All What Jazz, a copy of which sits on the shelf to my right, mostly unread (I am decidedly not a jazz aficionado).
Nor am I fan of "magical realism," which I think is what you may be referring to with the South American writers. Like you, I struggle when things aren't made plain; unlike you, I hate having to figure things out -- it's all about feeling and emotion for me.
Oh no, XX Poems is a chapbook and a slapdash one at that -- I'll be folding most of its contents into a full-length book hopefully by the middle of next year. Still, the book won't be too much longer than the chapbook because I most enjoy individual poetry books I can read in a single sitting.
I really loved how you related searching the Internet Archive to being in the stacks at a library -- that's strangely similar to how it feels to me. 📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚
I'm stuck. I only read a few sentences, but... do you still have those mystery stories you wrote? I'd love to I read them!
I think I have a couple, but I hope they never see the light of day -- even posthumously -- they're embarrassingly bad.
I can hide behind the smoke and mirrors of poetry, but prose lays bare just how lousy a writer I am.
I've missed discussing our mutual love of the printed word. I learn a lot about what I think and feel by considering what you share. Fer instance, I don't mind when things aren't made plain. No, I mind when I can't get anywhere with them. I feel inadequate.
Henry James "The Figure in the Carpet" is one of my favorites. Noting is clear. Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House is another example of what I mean. They did a good job with the film, if you've seen it. I'm perfectly okay with James losing me in the carpet, Eleanor beginning her terrifying journey. Remember "The Emperor of Ice Cream"? Nothing is clear, but you get there. The deal table sticks in my mind, and gives me a chill.
You had it exactly, it's when I go somewhere with no anchor that I'm out of my depth. I think I mentioned I never made it to college. I'm ashamed when words are beyond me.
If you find anything on Archive you think I might enjoy, I'd love a recommendation. I've got (Harvard Classics) The Thousand and One Night out now.
P.S. I don't mind if your mystery stories seem "abysmal" to you. Me, I'd love a glimpse at the budding writer.
Thank you for "Wires". It was kind of nice the poem repeats, the visual changes and takes you along.
Had you submitted any for publication? EQ or AH?
I don't think I ever did, but that was most definitely the intention.
Too bad. I'd love to dig through back issues and find you in there.
I'm obsessing about "You can do most anything because you're not aware of just how much you don't know.". Ya, kids are immortal. But you're not anything like old enough to know how short life really is. There never will be enough time. Segue: "The Bells", tolling, tolling...
And another: "The Masque of the Red Death".
I don't think I ever had that storied youth, one not obsessed with death.
I think it's time for a chocolate bar.
I want to clarify: when I wrote about not being "aware of just how much you don't know," I was referring specifically to blind spots in youth when it comes to one's abilities and the world's expectations.
When you write "kids are immortal. But you're not anything like old enough to know how short life really is," does the "you're" refer to the kids or me?
Although I've always been an inveterate know-nothing, I can relate to having always been death obsessed. In fact, I've long thought that this obsession is at the core of my mental illness.
My dear friend, it's always time for a chocolate bar.
Hi mrmonk. It's a happy surprise to hear from you.
Communication breakdowns on a text board are so frustrating.
I think I followed you the first time. I think so. About the "blind spots in youth."
I'm getting lost in your second paragraph, so I'll try to answer as clearly as I can what I think you're asking.
You are kind of a kid to me. I'm LOTS older than you are. I get to be crockety and say things like "You kids blah, blah, blah..." It's in the handbook.
Specifically, "kids are immortal" refers to teenagers and younger.
For the rest of my rant, we'll time travel to our mrmonk of today. There's all the difference in the world between the open horizon your -- I'll say it -- youth grants, and the limitations of approaching seventy.
The rest of it was me, acting up.
A bit later I edited my post to share a real time intention to fetch (my favorite) 90% Lindt, and to politely encourage my brain toward a more pleasant path.
I'm sorry I took you on my dark, death obsessed ride. Something bad took the steering wheel, and off I went.
I like this so much: "My dear friend." I hope I didn't hurt our friendship last night, bringing crazy along to a sweet conversation.
Did any of yesterday's second paragraph make sense?
The peace we derive, sharing our lives with non-human friends:
"Ben" - Michael Jackson
I usually listen to peaceful classical music rather than songs- my fave being the second movement of Rachmaninov's piano concerto no 2 . Enjoy 🤗youtu.be/oalz1PLd1yI
Easy feeling by the Eagles. Summer Breeze by Seals and Croft
It’s All Right….Aaron Neville. Johnny Mathis, Nat King Cole.
I can't find "It’s All Right" by either Johnny Mathis OR Nat King Cole. Did I misunderstand?
You raise me up - Josh GrobanThe Prayer - Andrea Bocelli and Celene Dion Love the YouTube video recorded during the pandemic too.
It's a wonderful World - Louis Armstrong
I am your child - Barry Manilow
Hallelujah
Love the music from the piano.
Harvest Moon by Neil Young
Song called "Nothing's gonna hurt you baby." A song called "Sometimes" by My bloody Valentine.
Elliot Smith "Needle in the hay."
Nick Cave "Stranger than kindness."
I could think of SO many more, but there's some for ya 🎶 😊 Good post!
Bridge over troubled water………Simon and Garfunkel
You’ve got a friend……James Taylor
The first time ever I saw your face…….Roberta Flack
So do I 🤗
Ahh Fur Elise, I remember it well although I never did a recital.
How proud you must be of your daughter accomplishing such a feat. xx
Life may be tough but years down the road, we look back and see how
blessed we were during these hectic years of working and raising a family.
You did it and I'm proud of you as well xx
I adore this one, used to be able to play it on my son’s keyboard a long time ago…
Me too - what?