Sunday, October 12, 2008
I was listening to Thom Hartmann's radio program on Friday, and amid discussions about the economy and the presidential election he read this poem:
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, — act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I recorded these tunes at East2West Studios, where I currently teach guitar and piano two evenings a week. While they were recorded to include on the studio website, I've dedicated them to Erica on the occasion of her graduation from NCNM.
Couple of notes about the recording -- the mix is 50% audio signal through my guitar pickup and 50% microphone signal. The raw signal was compressed, and a little reverb was added to fill out the sound. There was no overdubbing; the only edits were a couple of cuts.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Lazy Saturday. We awoke (late) with no agenda, except maybe probably to head down to OMSI (didn’t happen – we’ll try again tomorrow). Over the course of the day I cleaned up dog shit from the yard, filed a stack of papers, practiced keyboard for a good hour or so (the three B’s – Brahms’ “Hungarian Dance”, Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” and some Bach minuets), wandered around Powell’s for two and a half hours without buying anything (although I almost brought home a book on macramé).
Recent audio highlights:
Saturday, January 15, 2005