Don’t know you, but I hadn’t seen dancing flamenco like this before:
And I am really impressed.
They come for your money, your body, and your mind
Don’t know you, but I hadn’t seen dancing flamenco like this before:
And I am really impressed.
Deride no-end their looks, their ingenuousness, their very simplistic worldview, their communal ethos, whatever.
But have you ever heard any hippy telling you how to live or not to live, what to think or not to think, what to say or not to say, or metooing and de-platforming you?
No. Above all, they valued freedom and agency, theirs and the other ones’.
Same as, above all, the woke value submission and control, theirs and the other ones’ —especially the other ones’.
You choose.
I left home rather precariously and not with my parents’ approval, so I was surprised and grateful at my father’s giving me a modest quantity of money to let me have a start —a money he certainly wasn’t at all in excess of.
In fact, I must say I’m more grateful now than I was at the time. But I’ve been stupid for a long time in my youth and later, so that’s self-explaining.
Those were (from June 1989 to February 1991) hard times for us, in regard to money. And some time after, as well.
… gonna lie for you, gonna die for you
Ain’t no fish in the sea,
gonna sigh for you, gonna try for you
Then, many years later the person who made those words actual was born.
Debussy, Clair de lune.
These are the songs that have made it into my collection. Note that they may be a different version than the ones shown here. I’ll be posting them every Sunday, five by five, alphabetically ordered by track’s name.
And maybe is this a good accompaniment?
Quite an extraordinary cover, this one.