<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:32:53.448-08:00</updated><category term='Leonard Cohen'/><category term='Jacques Brel'/><category term='Phil Ochs'/><category term='Richard Thompson'/><category term='Hugh Prestwood'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Kate Wolf'/><category term='Hank Williams'/><title type='text'>Musical Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-2979120892422786942</id><published>2011-12-30T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:07:21.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugh Prestwood'/><title type='text'>Bristlecone Pine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42304632@N00/970238698/" title="Methuselah Tree (11000 feet) by musicmuse_ca, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.staticflickr.com/1216/970238698_898a1de80f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Methuselah Tree (11000 feet)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High in the White Mountains of California, above 10,000 feet, grow the oldest living trees on earth. Many of the ancient Bristlecone Pines here have lived more than 40 centuries.  The Bristlecone Pines in this forest started as seedlings when the pyramids of Egypt were being built. They only grow in six states of the Western USA, and the oldest of them are in the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest of the White Mountains of California, where this shot was taken of me when I visited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;a href="http://www.sonic.net/bristlecone/intro.html"&gt;Bristlecone Pines&lt;/a&gt; thrive in the harshest of conditions in the highest altitudes, between 10,000 and 11,000 feet.  These trees live longer than any other living tree in the world. Some of the downed wood, like what you see in this shot I took in the White Mountains of California, date back to the last ice age. The average age of these trees is 1,000 years old. But there are a few still living that have been around for over 4,000 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Patriarch Grove, which is named after the oldest living tree that resides unmarked in this area. The "Methuselah" tree is somewhere in this grove at the White Mountains, and is over 4,767 years old. It is not marked due to fears of vandalism.  The Methuselah Tree is the oldest living organism that is known and documented, with an estimated germination of 2832 BC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't tell you exactly where it is when you visit these trees in the White Mountains. It's identity is a closely-guarded secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/methuselah/long.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recorded a song about the Bristlecones, the live recording of "&lt;b&gt;Bristlecone Pine&lt;/b&gt;" (from 2001). It was written by Hugh Prestwood) and is my only duet with a Raven who wanted to sing along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.box.com/embed/48glhnbkfdjrjpk.swf" width="466" height="400" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-2979120892422786942?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2979120892422786942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-in-white-mountains-of-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/2979120892422786942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/2979120892422786942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-in-white-mountains-of-california.html' title='Bristlecone Pine'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-1766179538301473353</id><published>2011-10-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:27:46.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phil Ochs'/><title type='text'>"There But For Fortune"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3poC5N8M64/TpG8MA4-w5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QCin4gMi90g/s1600/Million%2BMom%2BMarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3poC5N8M64/TpG8MA4-w5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QCin4gMi90g/s320/Million%2BMom%2BMarch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661513121164870546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of organizing local moms and dads from Santa Cruz California for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Million_Mom_March"&gt;Million Mom March&lt;/a&gt; in 2000.  I met many families who had lost their children to gun violence. It was an incredibly moving experience that has stayed with me vividly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot is from the Million Mom March in DC in 2000. It was the largest audience I had ever played for (over 100,00). In this shot of my performance in DC, I have a poster that is leaning against my legs with the faces of some of the local Santa Cruz Ca youths who had died from gun violence in the small Central Coast community where I was living in at the time. I was invited to perform a song that was originally penned by Phil Ochs, with updated lyrics by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they still apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jon took this shot. It was the last time we were all together: my brother, my sister-in-law, my nephew, my mom and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There But For Fortune"  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTjRPugJ8CA"&gt;original words/music by Phil Ochs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated lyrics written by Beth Kotkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Show me a playground, show me a park&lt;br /&gt;Show me the classroom wall where the bullets made their mark&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll show you a young child, with so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;There But For Fortune may go you or I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a woman who leaves on the run&lt;br /&gt;Show me an angry man who is grabbing for his gun&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll show you a young wife with so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;There But For Fortune may go you or I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a veteran who knows no one cares&lt;br /&gt;Show me the trembling hands pull the trigger in despair&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll show you a young man with so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;There But For Fortune may go you or I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a country where guns are in style&lt;br /&gt;Show me the families who have lost their dearest child&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll show you some young lives with so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;There But For Fortune may go you or I"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MP3 posted below is a studio version that was made with the help of many great musicians who donated their time to have this appear on the CD that was put out shortly after this event. Unfortunately, it never made the CD. I was bumped to allow Emmylou Harris contribute a song. That's show business folks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I can share it with you here..... ( I want to thank &lt;a href="http://www.fussell.org/bacds/bios/stumptaildog.htm"&gt;Ray Frank&lt;/a&gt; for all his work on this project: this was his arrangement, and he rounded up all the musicians and the studio all of whom donated their time and creativity, including the wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.tuxedorecords.com/PHnew/PHnew/Welcome.html"&gt;Patrice Haan&lt;/a&gt;, on harmony vocals....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.box.net/embed/of4v490huigshqj.swf" width="466" height="400" wmode="opaque" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-1766179538301473353?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1766179538301473353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-but-for-fortune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/1766179538301473353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/1766179538301473353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-but-for-fortune.html' title='&quot;There But For Fortune&quot;'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3poC5N8M64/TpG8MA4-w5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QCin4gMi90g/s72-c/Million%2BMom%2BMarch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-1193783663879271205</id><published>2011-10-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:56:14.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Cohen'/><title type='text'>"Ain't No Cure for Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/G3l03eAN_UA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/G3l03eAN_UA" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have loved Leonard Cohen since I bought his first LP in 1968. I have been a fan ever since then of his poetry and his music. This song is one of his rare, more "upbeat" tunes, at least for him that is :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-1193783663879271205?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1193783663879271205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/aint-no-cure-for-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/1193783663879271205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/1193783663879271205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/aint-no-cure-for-love.html' title='&quot;Ain&apos;t No Cure for Love&quot;'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-1256876953430670359</id><published>2011-10-04T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T05:17:25.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Thompson'/><title type='text'>"The Diming of the Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/zMuBSAEVzmc" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/zMuBSAEVzmc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I am doing another sad song. This one is written by the talented Richard Thompson. It was originally sung by his then-wife, Linda Thompson. I know it gets covered a lot, and for good reason. It is a wonderful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my take on it. I have the guitar tuned to dropped D tuning, for those who are into this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-1256876953430670359?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1256876953430670359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/diming-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/1256876953430670359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/1256876953430670359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/diming-of-day.html' title='&quot;The Diming of the Day&quot;'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-7827588112574506585</id><published>2011-10-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:34:15.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Wolf'/><title type='text'>"Across the Great Divide"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mO-IOH6N4Q0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Wolf died the year I discovered her music, over 20 years ago now. I never got to see her perform in person, but I listened to her music and learned many of her songs that I later went on to perform myself in concerts. I have been told that I sound like her, which I consider the highest of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting a video of me singing her song "Across The Great Divide" that I recently recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For all you tech nerds and geeks out there: I recorded this in my garage on my Mac desktop. I used IMoveHD, with a Shure8900 microphone plugged into an imic that was plugged into my Mac. Combine this with my isight that has the light attachment, and it worked like a dream!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-7827588112574506585?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7827588112574506585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/across-great-divide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/7827588112574506585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/7827588112574506585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/across-great-divide.html' title='&quot;Across the Great Divide&quot;'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mO-IOH6N4Q0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-6996410624001061935</id><published>2011-10-03T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:59:32.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>"Tomorrow is a Long Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cjvkuSuDfI8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this finger picking arrangement, in dropped D, when I was a teenager. If it ain't broke, then don't fix it I say. When I learned it, Dylan had not put this out on record (remember those?), but it was available on bootleg and cover versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the simplicity of this piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-6996410624001061935?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6996410624001061935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrow-is-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/6996410624001061935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/6996410624001061935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrow-is-long-time.html' title='&quot;Tomorrow is a Long Time&quot;'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cjvkuSuDfI8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-4978045921181482147</id><published>2011-10-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:58:28.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hank Williams'/><title type='text'>"I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1vVrJ0bMFCY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends in High School was into Country music, and I expanded my musical repertoire from Folk Songs (of the Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell variety) and show tunes (because Julie Andrews was one of my musical heroes), to Hank Williams, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, Emmylou Harris, Graham Parsons and the Carter Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is not just history, but my musical life so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-4978045921181482147?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/4978045921181482147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-lonesome-i-could-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/4978045921181482147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/4978045921181482147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-lonesome-i-could-cry.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m So Lonesome I Could Cry&quot;'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1vVrJ0bMFCY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588591212565368716.post-6997776173828089423</id><published>2011-10-03T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:59:11.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacques Brel'/><title type='text'>La Chanson des Vieux Amants (Jacques Brel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rKMHcZAPl_Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned this song in back in the 1960's when I was a teenager, from  a record I had of Jacques Brel. He was very popular in NYC at the time.  There was a musical called "Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living  in Paris" that was a hit on Broadway . Judy Collins also covered this  song on one of her records then too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I played the record over and  over again to get the words (this was way before the internet. It would  have been so much easier now). I performed it for a modern dance show at  my High School. I had only a vague idea then what this song was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I am older, it resonates so much more strongly for me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here are the French lyrics, with my English translation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"La Chanson De Vieux Amants" by Jacques Brel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(The Song of Old Lovers) English translation by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Bien sûr, nous eûmes des orages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Of course, we have had our storms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vingt ans d`amour, c`est l`amour fol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Lovers for 20 years, it is a crazy love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mille fois tu pris ton bagage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(A thousand times you have packed your bags)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mille fois je pris mon envol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(A thousand times, I have taken flight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et chaque meuble se souvient &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(And each piece of furniture remembers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette chambre sans berceau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(in this room without a cradle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des éclats des vieilles tempêtes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (the claps of old thunderstorms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus rien ne ressemblait à rien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Nothing is the same anymore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tu avais perdu le goût de l`eau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(You have even lost the taste for water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et moi celui de la conquête &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(And me only the taste for conquest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais mon amour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(But my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(My sweet, my tender , my marvelous love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De l`aube claire jusqu`à la fin du jour (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;from the clear dawn until the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Je t`aime encore tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; je t`aime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I love you still, you know I love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Moi, je sais tous tes sortilèges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Me, I know all your sorceries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais tous mes envoûtements &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(You know all my magic tricks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu m`as gardé de pièges en pièges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(you have kept me safe from trap to trap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t`ai perdue de temps en temps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I have lost you from time to time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr tu pris quelques amants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Of course, you have taken a few lovers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fallait bien passer le temps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(You surely have to pass the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut bien que le corps exulte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(The body must know rapture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalement finalement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Finally finally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il nous fallut bien du talent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(It took us a lot of talent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour être vieux sans être adultes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(To become old without becoming adults)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;{Refrain}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, mon amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ,m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;on doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour&lt;br /&gt;De l`aube claire jusqu`à la fin du jour&lt;br /&gt;Je t`aime encore, tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, je t`aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Et plus le temps nous fait cortège &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(And the more time marches on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et plus le temps nous fait tourment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(The more time torments us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais n`est-ce pas le pire piège &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(but isn't it the worst trap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vivre en paix pour des amants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;( for lovers to live in peace?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien sûr tu pleures un peu moins tôt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Of course you cry a little less easily) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Je me déchire un peu plus tard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I tear myself apart a little more slowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous protégeons moins nos mystères &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(We protect our secrets less and less )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On laisse moins faire le hasard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(We take fewer chances)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On se méfie du fil de l`eau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(we don't trust the stream of water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c`est toujours la tendre guerre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(but it is always a tender war)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mon amour...&lt;br /&gt;Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour&lt;br /&gt;De l`aube claire jusqu`à la fin du jour&lt;br /&gt;Je t`aime encore tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; je t`aime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588591212565368716-6997776173828089423?l=bethkotkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6997776173828089423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-chanson-des-vieux-amants-jacques.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/6997776173828089423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588591212565368716/posts/default/6997776173828089423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethkotkin.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-chanson-des-vieux-amants-jacques.html' title='La Chanson des Vieux Amants (Jacques Brel)'/><author><name>Beth K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03366595499130112717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8-hP7exm3Y/TokGx9gV87I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XYc4NwvL57U/s220/n524103821_1256658_4746.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rKMHcZAPl_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
