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I grew up in far Northern Minnesota. I also grew up with some good music- Operas, Classical, some Folk and Religious Music. My family ascribed to some sort of religious beliefs that included no make-up, no jewlrey, and certainly no dancing or Rock and Roll. I used to press my ear to my radio, secretly at night, trying to catch what was happening in the larger world. If the weather conditions were just right-one might pull in WLS-Chicago (rock back then), or something even more interesting for a blessed few minutes. (if one turned the radio just right, and used coat hangers to help the reception) When I graduated from High School, I headed for the big city (Ha-Ha), and Bemidji State College. I had maybe twenty dollars, and headed right on down to the Pamida Store and bought a Dylan LP, rather than buying a meal ticket. I played it on my flip-top record player until the grooves turned white. At the time, the lyrics and music felt like freedom.
Over the years, Dylans Music-Lyrics have provided so many pictures in my imagination and gave voice to my human condition. As my life changed, so did the pictures. I am not a Dylanologist-don't claim to know what the man really meant by any of his creations. He just layed them out there and they were present with me all these years in my confusion, sadness, joy, love, loss, wandering and exploration, or what ever crossed my journey. Is that which flows through Bob Dylan a spiritual thing? All I know is that it fed my spirit and has changed with me and stuck by me, like a dog is a friend. I can't say that about many things in life.
Only in the last 15 years, have I ever seen Dylan live. At concerts, people sometimes complain that the music never sounds "the same".I am always excited, waiting to hear what new creations will be awaiting me at each performance,. I have always known that his music is never the same twice, whether he is playing it live or I am playing it in my mind. He is a vessel for a reason, but some of his music/lyrics, have been out there in some form as long as time itself. It lives, and awaited the one who could hear it, and embrace it in his own way.. The old ones and CREATOR express themselves as they will at any given time.and happily flow through this creature void of form. Living things should never stay the same.That's the point.
Because others tried to choose my music when I was young, I was very careful not to lay anything on my children. I used to play Dylans music around the house all the time, and at one point-my children bought me headphones so they would not have to hear it. Now that they are grown-they have their own collections of Dylan. They found him on their own, and the richness is theirs.
Sometimes when I read things about Bob Dylan, I think WOW, we humans are strange. Why would we presume we know him, or have the understanding to critique him, or the right to own him.He is Bob Dylan-there is no need to analyze further-just enjoy the journey. Still, he has left the masses a hell of a lot of gifts, and I hope they keep on coming, and that new audiances continue to find him, Those who don't resonate with what he does-please go on to find the music that moves you, There is no need for disrespect among us. When it comes to Dylans music in my life-I feel like every "Grain of Sand", and I am so very grateful,
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Hi Rez,
Just came back from spending a few days with an old friend in another state. Took my computer but couldn't get a connection. She cooked corned beef and cabbage for St. Patrick's Day and I showed her how to set up a website. We saw a great movie that I would highly recommend. It's called "The Dress Code (Bruno)" and it's kind of hard to describe what it's about, but I guess I could sum it up by saying it's about the pressure society and parents put on children and people in general to conform and how they get treated when they don't. Shirley Maclaine directed it and has a supporting role. Also in it are Kathy Bates who plays a cigarette smoking wacky nun/school principle; Gary Sinese, a cop and father of a little boy named Bruno (Alex D. Lintz), an 8 yr old spelling prodigy who the movie actually revolves around; and Bruno's overweight, dressmaking mother (Tracy Halprin). It's funny and poignant at the same time and it's one of those movies the whole family can watch. We also went to a local Harrah's casino where she won 200 bucks and I only lost 25.00. We were only there for an hour. My friend is an experienced gambler, I am too much of a tight-wad to gamble effectively, so I rarely go to the casino and I'm never a big winner when someone is able to talk me into going. I did enjoy myself though, and if we had stayed longer, I might have broke even. LOL
Only two more weeks before we take off for Florida. We're driving; I think it's about a 1,300 mile drive and I don't drive so we usually stop and spend the night somewhere at mid-point. Hope everything is good with you and yours.
Coz
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People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.
Soren Kierkegaard
Hey Coz
Are you sure you are out there? Miss you! rez
Just a quick hello back to you!
Now Bob is going to finish Japan and hit Eastern Europe into July. I'm really jones-ing to have something for which to look forward. I don't blame him and he belongs to the world, but its hard for a Minnesota girl to hit a Dylan performance these days. I thought of a few other people I might save my pennies for and travel-Kris Kristofferson maybe, but he doesn't do many concerts anymore. Niel Young perhaps-but he does not do many either. I might travel for John Mellencamp??? But no, I don't get much vacation and traveling is expensive, so I'll just wait for what I really want. I hope he does another baseball tour. If he does, I wonder what interesting opener he will choose this time. You never know with Dylan. Maybe he'll never play in the states again. I would be so depressed. Rez
Hi Rez
Just a quick hello. Hope all is well. Will respond more in depth later.
Nice to hear from you!
Response: The weather is nice here too, believe it or not. It's raining in Minnesota in March-maybe the world is about to end? (My youngest son beieves the Myan calander and thinks next year is the end ? ) Yes, indeed, the whole family is a bit eccentric. We are born that way. My maternal influence probably contributed I guess. A co-worker over the weekend told me I was not wierd, I was whimsical. Personally, I don't think the word fits but I'm on the inside looking out so I could be wrong.
The Florida Keys heh? That sounds absolutely wonderful. Fishing is a part of the culture for Native Minnesotans, but it sure is not like fishing in the Keys! It is still a way of life on the rez,but state-wide more of a tourist thing in the past many years. People come here to fish and we go to Canada to fish. Our water has been too poluted by the American culture. The waters are still cleaner in Canada and the fishing better. We have not taken care of our lakes and have overfished everywhere.
My 80 year old father told me that the sap is running because the days have been warm-the nights cold. This means that next week he will be doing sugar bush.(Collecting Maple syrup).I always look forward to my new supply. When these old guys pass on, I wonder if the tradition will hold up. I don't know very many young ones who know about the sugar bush camp. My 80 year old mother still cans the syrup for him. It is so good. Gathering and preparing natural wild rice from Leech Lake, and gathering maple sugar are rights of the season, and yield unsurpassed gifts of the Creator I think, and keep us close to the Earth.
The days are getting longer and I think I am less depressed. I'M not sure in-total why, but this was a difficult winter for me. I would have been better off hybrenating like a bear. (By the way, one of our local mamma bears slept in a culvert all winter, and just came out last week.) That is a good sign for spring. Humans have lost a lot of their natural instinct, but one can still forcast by watching our animal relatives.
I was thinking that I was not a very good friend, sending depressing lyrics when you were a bit down-hearted. I tend to share things that catch my ear as truthful to the experience with little sensativity to thought of being useful or comforting in the moment. When I was down- I recall you sent me The Water Boys with visuals and lyrics that were very up-lifting. Please forgive me!
(By the way, I am interested in the vibe about this site.) My E-mail address is dianesaar@hotmail.com
Happy SPRING and take care my friend!
I was thinking of the way we have treated our more than 10,000 Minnesota Lakes and rememberd this song. The woman reminds me of my mentor/friend/adopted mother ANN, (Annies' mom)
License To Kill
Man thinks ’cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don’t change soon, he will.
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon.
Now, there’s a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he’s bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.
Now, there’s a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin’ the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, he’s hell-bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.
But there’s a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, backbreaker,
Leave no stone unturned.
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
’Til your error you clearly learn.
Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he’s fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.
Now, there’s a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Hey Rez
I'm fine. Thanks. And how about you? It's supposed to be a nice day here, about 48-50 degrees and sunny. Birds are singing like crazy. Don't really have any plans for the day yet. Hope to put it to good use though. What have you been up to? How is life treating you? Funny you should ask where I am. I'm here everyday and always check your blog to see if you're here. It's a strange world, Rez. Out there and here at BD as well. I'm getting weird vibrations about this site. I'll leave it at that for the moment.
In April we go to the Florida Keys for a month. My husband has a nephew who rents us his place. I don't know if I mentioned this, but my husband (and his entire clan) are fishermen. He would fish everyday if he could, and in the Keys he can do that very easily. From the ocean or from the canals. Always good eating fresh fish. Mostly snapper. We keep a little Carolina skiff down there and it's fine as long as the sea is not too rough.
People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.
Soren Kierkegaard
Hey Coz
Where are you? Hope you are alright. Rez
Oh Yeah,
Change keeps the air movin', that's for sure. Things seem brighter, better today. "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows" comes to mind. Everything passes, right? And then we are different but the same, a wiser, stronger version of what we were yesterday.
Coz
Good Morning!
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
No one on earth would ever know
They say prayer has the power to help
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I'm trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
They'll be no mercy for you once you've lost
Now I'm all worn down by weepin'
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin'
I'll just slaughter them where they lie
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walking through the cities of the plague
The whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Eatin' hog eyed grease in hog eyed town
Heart burnin' – still yearnin'
Someday you'll be glad to have me around
They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll avenge my father's death then I'll step back
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Got to get you out of my miserable brain
All my loyal and much loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Thinkin' ‘bout that gal I left behind
It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire's gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Carrying a dead man's shield
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' with a toothache in my heel
The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has it's tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Walkin' ever since the other night
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sight
As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Up the road around the bend
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
In the last outback, at the world's end
"Its all good"
I really appreciate your friendship. Maybe we can meet someday.As far as our lives go-"The Times They Are A Changing" and that can be a good thing.Sometimes gifts come disguised as temporary misery.I've grown the most during hard times. beneath my tears lies a strong woman resiliance.Change is a mysterious wind, but it keeps the air moving heh? REZ
Yes, please lay out the tobacco.
So glad to see that you are okay. Hanging in there, at least. I'm really not doing too bad, have been feeling pretty good both physically and mentally. Worried about you though. Keep checking everyday to see if you've added anything.
Today was a very bad day for me. I hate to see family members saying hurtful things to each other, especially when we all live in the same house together. My getting involved in it only tends to make it worse and I have to be careful that I don't say or do something to make them think I am taking sides. It's very sad and it produces a lot of anxiety in me.
I'll send you a pm because this is too public a place and I can only try to describe what went on in a coded and generic way.
Just to add
TheWater Boys song, lyrics and music, and the visuals of the sea are very healing. It was a wonderful gift you sent for my Birthday-Thank You! Rez
Hey Coz
You sound sad.I have had a low energy time as well. Depressed would be an adequate word, but not entirely descriptive in the intimacy of it all. I hope you are all right. I viewed some of your recent postings.Love and family seems a predominate theme.I hope you and yours are alright. I have been just preserving enough energy to work and otherwise have pulled the covers over my head and shut the world out. This i am sure seems like a very healthy response to life given my work in Mental Health. Damn though-we are all just people. There is not more than a hairs width difference between those locked up and those caring for them.I listened to your offering "Just Like a Woman. Great song. I also caught Dylans performance at the White House-"The Times They Are a Changing" This is one of his frequently radio played songs so I tend to let it go through one ear and out the other (Like saying Grace before every meal) -but WOW-what a timeless and profound song in its simplisitic truth. If the current generation can't feel that one in the gut-they are not really of this world.I have a worried instinct about you right now. Please respond. The best to you. With your permission-I'll lay out tobbacco. Love Rez
Hi Rez
Just wanted to say Happy Birthday and wish you "A place where it's always safe and warm." I'll write more later. Low on energy right now and have thick brain fog.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USTpIEkl0S4
Ms Cos
Good Morning Ms Coz
It is my birthday-which I shared with my fiddle playing grandfather. I miss him. I hope that you are doing well, and thriving in the long winter. The lyrics from the Water Boys that you offered up were beautiful. They took several reads to vibrate in all the right places for me. I am not too familiar with them and am now intrigued.Thank You! I've been preoccupied in the belly of life. Sociology, Psychology, Theology, Mythology, etc,unless fully integrated into our day to day living, are luxuries in the heirarchy of needs-yes. Balance is also a fleeting luxury it seems and we are challenged to seize the moment! This reminds me of the frenzy of catching fireflies or the calm uncertainty of glimpsing a falling star from the corner of ones eye.
Here is a favorite. I long for this person to cross my journey:'
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Calling Back Your Spirit
This is the sea : by The Waterboys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pU00jvfCUJk
These things you keep
you better throw them away
you want to turn your back
on your souless days
once you were tethered
now you are free
once you were tethered
now you are free
that was the river
this is the sea
now if you are feeling weary
if you've been alone too long
or maybe you been suffering from
a few too many plans that have gone wrong
and you're tryin' to remember
how fine your life used to be
running around banging your drum
like it's nineteen seventy three
well that was the river
this is the sea
now you say you got trouble
you say you got pain
you say you got nothin' left to believe in
nothin' to hold on to
nothin' to trust
nothin' but chains
you've been scouring your conscience
raking through your memory
scouring your conscience
raking through your memory
that was the river
this is the sea
now i can see you're waverin'
as you try to decide
you've got a war in your head
and it's tearing you up inside
you're tryin' to make sense
of something that you just don't see
tryin' to make sense now
and you know that you once held the key
but that was the river
and this is the sea
now here is a train
it's comin' on down the line
you realize if you hurry
you got still enough time
and you don't need no tiket
and you don't pay no fee
and you don't need no ticket
and you don't pay no fee
because that was the river
and this is the sea
that was the river
this is the sea
that was the river
this is the sea
the river, the river, the river, the river
the river, the river, the river
and this is the sea
The Waterboys: Calling Back my Spirit
Something has been sleeping in me, weeping in me,
creeping in me. Something has been crying in me,
sighing in me, dying in me. In the righting of this
wrong, I may have to fight a long awaited duel. I'm
calling back my spirit from you, I’m calling back
what is my own.
Something has been burning in me, churning in me,
turning in me. Something has been weeping in me,
creeping in me, awaking in me. And in the execution
of this task, I may come to see my enemy's mask
slip and fall
I'm calling back my spirit from you, I'm calling
back what is my own. I'm calling back, I'm calling
back, I'm calling back my spirit from you, I'm
calling back what is my own
The storm of your outrage seethes and whips around
my brittle bones. Anger and violence erupt from
your lips and your cover is blown! I seek the
sound of your name. I stand in my own footsteps and
I claim my power
I'm calling back my spirit from you, I'm calling
back what is my own. I'm calling back, I'm calling
back, I'm calling back, I’m calling back, I'm
calling back my spirit from you now!, I'm calling
back what is my own
Hey Ms Coz
Your Blog continues to evolve and is a work of art. Thanks for the dedication. It is magnificent, and inspirational. I caught some of the chatter.Would probably feel better if I did some creating of my own. I'm feeling old and tired. In youth, I had no problem viewing the world through the prism of Rose, idealism was natural, everything was possible. Fearless boundless energy lead the dance.A small voice whispers in my mind "your best years are behind you". I silence the voice quickly, as if acknowledging it would make it a declaration of truth rather than a question. There is a gentle grace in accepting all of the things one will never do well again, or never do again. I haven't found that grace within. I need to regain my center, in the moment -no future-no past. What might we create in this moment? ah heck. I'll just listen to Dylan instead.Take care sister!
"Beautiful heh?" Yes,
"Beautiful heh?"
Yes, beautiful. And it has so many levels and layers of meaning. What did Dylan have in mind when he wrote it? I don't have a clue. Died? Reborn? Mysteriously saved? My thoughts (the way these lyrics hit me) are all over the page. I think I think it's a feminist hymn. But how could that be? Only if Bob was accepting the feminine part of his psyche, and I do see that as a possibility. He is not your average white boy with an extra helping of macho. I think he has a good amount but not too much of the feminine in his stage presence. I could be projecting all this, I know, but I have a strong suspicion that I'm right. This would explain his appeal to both sexes. I'm not in anyway suggesting that he's bi-sexual; I think he's naturally straight and with no doubts about it and this confidence adds to his charisma. He doesn't have to prove anything to anyone, especially not to himself. That's admirable in a man, don't you think? It's admirable in women too, of course.
" Oh., not to repeat myself, but did your daughter like the CD? and......how did the two of you weather the emotions of the season? REZ."
She hasn't told me what she thinks of it yet. If I asked her, she wouldn't tell me the truth anyway. I mean, if she didn't like it, she would say she did, just so as not to hurt my feelings. On the other hand, if she does like it, or loves it as much as I did, she will tell me eventually. I haven't spoken to her since Christmas. She might be afraid to listen to it because of the emotions that it would stir up. We'll see.
"PS-I always get worried when the Math question is in the double digits. (joke)"
Me too. Not kidding. Ah, looks like I got an easy one. 18 + 2
Thanks sis
I really did miss reading your thoughts. I knew you would offer up something interesting to think about. You are one of those gifted people that paint pictures with your words. I love it. Also , we have become somewhat depersonalized and sadly I am good at isolating myself at times. Any person out there, who gives a damn whether i might have gotten a pencil in my eye, is truly a gift to me. Thinking of you as a sister in this world reminded me of another favorite.This song has often redirected my attitude along the way.
Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
You should not treat me like a stranger.
Our Father would not like the way that you act
And you must realize the danger.
Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth,
To love and follow his direction?
We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then mysteriously saved.
Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow
Beautiful heh? Oh., not to repeat myself, but did your daughter like the CD? and......how did the two of you weather the emotions of the season? REZ.
PS-I always get worried when the Math question is in the double digits. (joke)
Glad you're back
No need to apologize or explain, but I really did worry about you do to the nature of your work (pencil in the eye or worse) and being so far north with all the cold, but I guess the cold is something you have learned to live with by now, having lived all your life in the North country. Brrrrrrrr. Next time you decide to take a powder, send me a quick pm so I won't think that not hearing from you means something bad has happened. Please.
Everything's Broken - Powerful words and beautiful words, so simple yet so profound. I think that's what I like most about Dylan's lyrics, they say so much so simply, no pretense, no beating the chest, no vulgarity. Yeah, some anger maybe once in a while, but well directed and justified, and no hate. Even his sexy songs are politely sexy, or gentlemanly sexy, never brutish or sexist or condescending. I wouldn't go so far as to call him a knight in shining armor, but he's a knight all right. A knight in something comparable to armor. I don't see him throwing down his gee-tar and running off to rescue a damsel in distress. But he doesn't have to. He's probably rescued a lot of maidens, more than Sir Lancelot, in his own way, through his music. And, speaking of broken things, he may have broken a few hearts, unintentionally. It would have to be unintentionally wouldn't it?, only a monster would intentionally break a heart. And then again, he probably healed more hearts than he broke. I'm sure, at least, that he helped to console the brokenhearted, soothing their minds with his beautiful words while their hearts were on the mend. I think that's the definition of a troubadour.
How is it going Ms Coz??
I apologize for the disappearing act. Don't have the inclination to explain at this time but missed the communication.
Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.
Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken. By the real BOB DYLAN
There really is a Dylan song for every occasion! This one is often overlooked, but is really important in the rainbow of experience. I often take my emotional temperature and breeze through the Dylan Song List to see what covers the situation.I don't believe I've ever come up empty with this cheap and very non-invasive method of therapy. Don't tell Mr. Dylan. I seriously doubt that he cares to be my therapist!! (smiley face).
Did your daughter like the CD? How were the Holidays for you? I am not feeling particularily inspired at this time, so will feed off the inspiration of others. Please respond with something worthwhile to think about! I always love to know what your thoughts are. Hope you are well. REZ
???????
Still no sign of you. Concerned. Imagining the worst. Your page always says that you're IN.
Where are you Sister?
Hey Rez, what's going on? Hope everything's okay. I'm a little worried since you never responded after asking me how to upload a picture.
Hopefuly accurate and helpful tutorial
To put up a picture for your avatar instead of Bob:
1) From your personal page click on "Edit Account".
2)Scroll down to where it says "picture". Put a check in the box that says "delete picture" to delete Bob's picture.
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I was only joking when I said I would get arrested for putting up a picture of my husband. It was sort of a running joke around here, but I'm not entirely sure why or how it got started. I began to say it whenever I was concerned about whether or not my content was acceptable or compatible for this site. Like, did I have to relate every post to Bob, Bob's work, etc., or could I put up anything I wanted (within reason) and have it be acceptable to others here and Bobdylan.com or "the authorities"?
ps Check out my blog. I put up a picture of my husband and also a picture of the two of us with our son when he was about 10 yrs. old.
Protocol
Thanks for the response. It is a good thing you have done for the children of Pine Ridge. They struggle.The children are just along for the ride. A little joy is a wonderful thing. Question?? How did you get your little picture instead of the Dylan picture. I tried to figure it out,but became totally lost and confused.(Not unusual for me) Also, I noticed that you wrote you could not put up a picture of your beautiful husband because it was illegal. No personal pictures allowed even on our personal sites??I see that you could put up pictures of Paul, and paintings etc.HELP PLEASE.
No such thing as coincidence
No, I don't know anybody on Pine Ridge, but I have been reading about Leonard Peltier's raw deal and found out about the annual Christmas drive for the children on Pine Ridge and wanted to be a part of it. I also sent for Peltier's book, should be coming any day. It made me realize how ignorant I am about American Indian history and the resulting trials and tribulations they are suffering through today. So now I am hungry for facts instead of fiction and action instead of apathy. Great lyrics you provided and so true. Also, I am going to look for your mother's books to give to my grandkids. And I will definitely check out Annie's songs on Yahoo. Give the meth heads a little love from me too. "There, but for the grace of God, go I." Oh, and I would be very interested to hear about how you came to be adopted, and I agree, it should probably be private, unless the story can do good by being told publicly, but that would be your call. I probably have said way too much about myself publicly, but then, I don't have an adequate filter, censor, editor. Well, I have one somewhere, but she's out to lunch a lot. **** It's 4:35 pm right now, my favorite time of the day and I'm watching the sun go down from my bedroom window.
Catch ya later.
You respnded while I was writing to you
Initially missed your comment.Do you know people at Pine Ridge? I know a few. Maybe we're connected. Do you know any Yellowbirds? Your experience with "the spirit" was actually quite extraordinary. Sometimes when I can't hear the softer voices speaking to me, similar things happen. My children think it is coincidence, but I know better.I often fall into thinking, or talking, but not acting also. Your experience was perhaps meant for me also. I can become very self-centered and am not happy or at peace that way. Sometimes I get into feeling sorry for myself. The quickest cure for that is to think about someone else Heh? Ah, the beauty and disaster of humanity.When I go to work tonight, I am going to bring a heart full of love for our "Crazy little Meth Heads"
Bob Dylan
"The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
Bob Dylan
Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm,
You got your rabbit's foot, you got your good-luck charm.
But they can't help you none when there's trouble.
Trouble in the water, trouble in the air,
Go all the way to the other side of the world, you'll find trouble there.
Revolution even ain't no solution for trouble.
Drought and starvation, packaging of the soul,
Persecution, execution, governments out of control.
You can see the writing on the wall inviting trouble.
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,
You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?
Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble..
Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the damned,
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin' but trouble.
Meant to stop
I meant to stop with my Sound of Ribbons comment-but will add. If you are enjoying "Sound of Ribbons" go to Yahoo Music-Annie Humphrey-25 free plays. My favorites 1.Falling Down and Falling Apart-(so Annie), 2. DNA-about John Trudell-some think the government killed his family as he was involved in AIM-Alcatraz at the time.3.Heron Smiled-just a nice, uplifting true story, 4.Justic Hunters-for her youngest son Justice Hunter Humphrey. 5. Another Horse -refering to Crazy Horse and others that came after 6&7 Father in a Bottle,and Mothers Rain -very autobiographical as well as the story of many. 7. Precious Moon Daughter love the visual and the rhythm. If I keep on, I will list them all. Anyway Yahoo has a complete song list and free plays. Then-if you want to revisit a song that I always think of as Annie's mother's song, listen to Dylans "Liscense to Kill". Anne is an Ojibway traditional story teller and she has written some books of stories. I have the original art work from "Grandmothes Gift" hanging on my wall. It is a painting that Annie did. (Her education is in painting and schulpting, and she is also a very good beading artist and Birch Artist.)"When Beaver was Very Great" is GREAT also. Someday I will have to tell you the story of how Anne took me in, but I'm not sure it should go on the internet.
Bob Dylan
(I love this song)
Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will.
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon.
Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars.
Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin' the hill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him lies.
But there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, backbreaker,
Leave no stone unturned.
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learn.
Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his way.
Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still.
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
Oops
Double post.
Taking a Stand
I have to go back and listen to "500 Years" again before I can offer an intelligent or thoughtful reply to your question. About my previous comment, I have thought about it some more and come to some conclusions about why the stand for the CD player went flying to the floor with such velocity, power, making a loud noise. It was saying,
"Take a stand! Take a stand for what you believe in. Take action. Get up off your ass and do something instead of just sitting there thinking about all the injustice in the world." Talk to you later. Got to go to the post office. I'm sending a Christmas package to the Pine Ridge people. Talk to you later.
Sound of Ribbons
Hey friend. Actually- Sound of Ribbons really sounds so melencholy to me. It is not necessarily the songs or lyrics, but Annies voice. If you listen to her "Heron Smiles" album, you hear fire, and passion. "Edge of America", holds some middle ground-and for some reason is my favorite. She sings whatever is real to her at the time. Annie's husband is in prison for an altercation he had with another man when he and Annie were both in the Marines. They were friends back then. He really is a great guy in spite of the circumstances.(She talks of this in her other video on "My Space".The song "They Found Her" is about trickster spirits that hang in a place south of Motley Mn., and many of us have had experiences there. Some avoid the place-which is what they want. "Some" Ojibway" peoples believe that their hair is their journey-and for some women, hair holds "woman power". If something very bad happens we sometimes cut our hair and start over. There are many other things about hair that I would not share in a public venue such as this. Anyway, I am an old lady with tacky long hair. Annie's is strong, thick, black and beautiful.We all ascribe to different belief systems- I hope I do not put you off. The story in the Heron Smiles song is also true. What did you think of 500 years? It did bring up the subject of being offended by things like Eskimo Pies and Redneck Tobbacco, that we talked about before. I have experienced no ill intent and I have experienced ridicule over these things. Beyond that-there is still much healing to be done. Native peoples have been much injured with little acknowledgement. What has happened to some minorities is well acknowledged, but the masses have not yet been truly open to the truth about Native attrocities. People prefer to remember the things we played as children "Cowboys and Indians". The Native reality has nothing to do with "Romantic American Stories" There is a misconception that Indians, with the onset of Casinos, are rich. The understated poverty, alcoholism, drug addiction, and racism expressed on many reservations is a sin."Who cares if one more Native dies?" Casinos on poor reservations just add to the misery. Yet, there are beautiful things here too. The traditions of protecting the earth, the beautiful language and traditions-art and beauty are trying to survive. Reverse racism exists also, and while I can't say I enjoy the experience, I can understand its etiology. I beleive that acknowledging the truth is necessary before the things that devide us will vanish. The things that devide us are complicated heh?( I don't mean devide us personally-but humans in general) Love may or may not be enough? Anyway- I will pass on your appreciation when I see Annie. I have not been with her often lately. I really enjoy interacting with you! I'm still searching for that "larger world". I am sure to die still searching. I would welcome comments on "500 years" even if they are negative or maybe especially if they are. I need to think through someone elses prospective at times. Sometimes Dylan's "Everything is Broken" rings so true!
The Holy Spirit
Annie's CD's came today. I was sitting in my kitchen listening and deep into the music when I heard a loud crash that scared the hell out of me and brought me back to my senses. I knew immediately it was the Holy Spirit. I've had similar experiences when the Spirit wanted to make itself known to me. I looked around trying to find what it was that had made the crash and found that something had fallen off the CD player that hangs on the kitchen wall. It was a piece of lightweight plastic about 5 inches wide and 10 inches long, a stand that the player fits on if you want to put it on a table instead of hanging it on the wall. I thought "How could something this light weight make such a loud crash?" The spirit of the music was powerful enough to hurl that thing onto the floor with such a force that it was able to make that tremendously loud crashing sound. If I threw that piece of plastic onto the floor it wouldn't make a noise like that. It would be like the difference between throwing a bullet and shooting a bullet. Velocity. I was really shaken up. My daughter is going to love that CD. Tell Annie "Thank You" for me and not to stop singing.
Re:SOJA True Love
Did you catch this link on your web? It could have been a response to "Hungry women who really make a mess out of you". Note reference to the preacher who respects Sunday morning but not Saturday night. "TRUE LOVE" "RESPECT"
I really like the song she put up.
Ms Coz
I have no daughters. It must be wonderful. It sounds like a fantastic relationship and she sounds like an extraordinary person. I wish her strength at this time. Rez
Good Idea
Just emailed my daughter parts of our conversation and sent her links to Annie's videos. Who knows. She has a traveling spirit like me, but she's way more adventurous. Last Spring she climbed a mountain in Colorado for an organization called Big City Mountaineers in a program called "Summit For Someone". Here's a little excerpt from an email she sent to all of her supporters when she returned from the climb:
Dear Friends,
It's official. I love alpine mountaineering. It scares me, but I
love it. I will definitely go back to the San Juans and Ouray and
climb again. The same level. I want to take this slow, really learn
the foundations and become a solid climber.
First, I want to express my gratitude to everyone who contributed
money to my climb. Thank you so very much! Because of you, five kids who got a raw deal in life will be headed into the mountains this summer for the very first time, pitching their tents, learning mountaineering and hopefully, learning that it's ok to dream big beautiful dreams.
Big City Mountaineers, www.bigcitymountaineers.org,
is a truly beautiful endeavor and I am proud to have been a part of
this program.
In response I sent her this:
Leenie Beanie,
Thank you for sharing your very interesting and enjoyable story and those amazing pictures with us. I will say it once more, I love you immensely and I am so proud of you!
Mommy
She replied:
Thanks Mom. It was a great experience and I think I'm going to climb Mount Baker later this year (with a good guide). I got you some coffee with the wife of the Indian Chief Ouray on the package. Her name is Chipeta and it is the Ute tribe. I will bring it over when Zara gets back from her Youth Retreat.
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She could use some good medicine herself right now. She's going through a divorce. Not an ugly one though, because in spite of their differences, he is a good and generous man. Still, it's a big emotional drain and she seems very conflicted.
Plant Medicine
Ms Coz-You write one, I write two. You must admit, that is a bit overwhelming. I was just thinking-We should hook your daughter up with Annie. She works with traditional Ojibway medicines (plant medicines mostly) The two are Medicine Women no doubt. Maybe they could share some knowledge? Not many people are keeping the plant medicines alive. The world of Woman Healing must not be lost. Therapeutic touch, natural remedies, ceremony, plants, pressure points, reflexology, massage, and prayers, all are very powerful. Some woman are natural healers-It is their gift.Healing the spirit seems to heal the body more often than healing the body heals the spirit. I think your daughter is doing the greater good. Just think-had she become a "stamped and certified" nurse, she may not be working with plant medicine. One does not need to be "stamped and certified" to be a healer. Even though I work in the world of "Western Medicine" I often choose a Medicine Woman or Medicine Man over Western options. The body/spirit is a mysterious and complex organism. Western Medicine is so full of itself. "When he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled" "Man has invented his doom-The first step was TOUCHING the MOON. We think that with technology, we progress. Perhaps we are also destroying everything that really matters. Faith, hope cherity, love, and magic are not lost, but dim in the shadow of progress, proffit and instant gratification.
"Working Mans Blues"
Being a patients advocate is complicated, but it must have some rewarding moments intrinsically.Education Secretary for A Nurses Ed Department sounds like hell on earth, and 20 hours a week? You've got to be kidding. Don't you love it when it takes two people or twice the time to replace you? Why don't they just treat current employees with kindness and respect in the first place-Problem Solved.I always love it when supervisors ask one to accomplish things they couldn't remotely accomplish themselves. I applaud your spit and pounding fists.Go girl! I probably have 10 years left, and yes, nurses get hurt at my work place. One guy poked a pencil into a nurses eye, so she retired half blind, but with a good settlement. (GREAT). I have 10 years left,because I never saved for retirement. I was always into living in the moment. The moments added up-and now I fear being a homeless old lady, more that I fear my work. The worst part for me, is that nursing has always been satisfying to me, because I could look in the mirror and know I was making small contributions. Unfortunately, this job leaves me burned out. It's akin to treading water to exhaustion."I used to care-but things have changed"! (I still care,but???) I have always believed that one should not spend their precious time on earth, doing work one doesn't find worthwhile. I was naive.(like Annies John Lennon song-"I was mistaken, Love Isn't Enough) Life is more about survival, for the masses. Then again-who would take care of these people if no one wanted to try? If given a do-over, they perhaps would not end up in this place. I kind of like crazy-(I can relate) but violence is difficult to enjoy. "Something is happening here, but you don't know what it is"
Do you want to hear someting wierd? I live with my dog JACK. I got him from Golden Retriever Rescue. He was very abused as a pup.In spite of human cruelty, he retained a loving and gentle spirit. Because he lives with me, he was raised on Dylan music. He listens to it. When he wants it on-he lays in front of the stereo. When he sees I am going to work at night, he lays down in front of the stereo-asking for me to turn it on. He listens all night while I am gone. Talk about universal appeal !!!! He obviously likes the sound. Wonder what he thinks of the lyrics???
B.S.? TMI? No, no, no.
B.S.? TMI? No, no, no. And not overwhelmed. Oh God. I hate what drugs have done, are doing, to our children. I don't know where you get the strength to do the work you do. I could never do anything like that. Aren't you afraid for you safety, your life? My third daughter almost got her RN but she failed her psychiatric practicum in the State Hospital Psychiatric Ward because her instructor thought she wasn't interacting well enough with the patients. She couldn't stand being in a locked ward. Rather than take it over she dropped out. Still the nursing education she got served her well, and now she is the one we call when we get sick. She's is into plant medicine and other types of healing. She is also a certified wilderness and avalanche first responder. A very brave and unique woman, also plays the violin and the piano - self taught.
How much longer do you have to work before you can retire? What will you do with your time when you no longer have to work?
I retired in 2007 from the hospital where I worked for about ten years as a patient advocate and secretary-rep for Physician and Community Services. My main problem there was always taking the side of the patient over the side of the hospital, and getting emotionally involved in their complaints. I also was the Education Secretary for the Nurse's Ed department for 3 years. I held both jobs at the same time, 20 hours a week in each department. The Nurse's Ed job was interesting and exhausting at the same time. I had to keep a data base of education records, for about 300 nurses, plus CPR and ACLS certification and record keeping for support staff as well. That recording keeping was enough to consume twenty hours a week, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. I had to put new employee manuals together for nurses coming in, and I had to send out books and department specific education packages that I also had to compile with constantly changing and updated materials. I had 3 nurse educators as my main bosses, plus doing secretarial work for Wound Care, Infection Control and Geriatrics. Six different bosses, all women. It was hell at times. The only thing that saved me was having my own beautiful and private office. But the price I had to pay for having my own office became too high and I had a meltdown during my yearly evaluation when they said they were going to put me on probation for not getting enough work done and in a timely manner and I quit. Let me tell you I gave them a piece of my mind. Fists pounding on the table and spit flying out of my mouth. It took them about 5 months to replace me, and only after they made it a full time job. Nobody could do the work they expected me to do in 20 hours a week. Before the hospital I worked on production lines in various factories: hamburger factory, window factory, fan factory, bra factory. Also did a lot of waitress work.
Night shift at the Mental Hospital
I've done just about every kind of Nursing over 35 years-Labor/Delivery, Surgical, Nursing Director of a Clinic for 12 years, 1:1 Homecare with critically ill children, 8 years on the Rez as a Certified Diabetes Educator in the villages,etc, I never thought much about retirement, because I was never old. I awakened one day and it came to me. I had gotten old somewhere along the way.I decided to work for the State of Minnesota (Mental Health)-for all the reasons I had promised myself I would never consider. (good pay, great benefits a Nurses Union and a RETIREMENT FUND).Now I find myself, at the end of my career in the strangest of places. I spend a lot of nights having chairs thrown at me, and being called F-ing Bit--, Whor-, Cun-, and worse by a bunch of crazy Meth Heads. Once in a while, I can put my nursing talents to good use, and occasionally someone gets better. Then one thinks-I do have a purpose here. On the whole, however, it's pretty much a war zone every night.My main goal is to keep the clients from killing each other. I admitted a homeless lady the other night-a sweet, vulnerable, child-like woman. I put her in the shower-she stepped out, and got punched square in the nose by a little Methed up little street fighter. She broke her nose, had two black eyes and a laceration. Brain damage from Meth is a horrible thing- very few ever recover. The general public does not really want to know about these things.No-one wants these people-they are so paranoid and violent and unpredictable. Prevention seems to be the only cure. Our children are out there on the street, with their whole lives ahead of them. Imagine losing ones child to this violent, mysterious brain injured world in which they find themselves.Once in a while, one can see a shadow of the person they once were, or were meant to be. I duck and weave pretty well though for an old lady! I was trying to think of a Dylan song that covered this one. Maybe "Things Have Changed"? "People are crazy and times are strange-I'm locked in tight-I'm out of range" Just a thought? Too much information.? I notice most of your responses are quite brief. I must be overwhelming you with B.S.?
:-)
Night shift at the Mental Hospital. Now there's a catchy tune.
Holy Tpledo
I was looking at the archive Dylan Concerts and tried to find the ones I've been to over the years. I got back to 1998 and have found 24. I didn't even know I had seen him that often. It's like a new experience every time-like magic.No matter how shitty life gets, I save my money in a little jar and wait for the next time I can catch a show somewhere within range. Sometimes it seems like he does more concerts out of "The States" which is wonderful for them, but frustrating when a Dylan Concert is just what I need to keep my spirits up. He does not come to Minnesota much anymore. I like seeing him in Texas. It has a different flavor, and it's warm! I went to Texas for two concerts in August. TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO warm. It was like 106 degrees.He played with Willie Nelson and John Mellencamp. Too cool for words.I met some friends of Willies and they had him throw his bandana to me, but a big old guy behind me grabbed it. He waved at me though. I had center stage on the post both concerts. I could see his Bobs eyes. I waited in line in the heat for hours to get that spot. What a fool heh? Hope your day is good. Going to the dreaded night shift at the Mental Hop[ital now. Catch you later! REZ
Ms Coz
You will find that "Sound of Ribbons" is a softer, more pensive, possibly less feisty Annie. Post Brandon-everything changed and then she kind of quit doing music. If you compare this to "The Heron Smiled"-it is very different.Life changes us-and pain can really change us. We are not left the same, but perhaps more sensative to others, if we are lucky.It will be interesting to see how this unfolds?
Hi
Sent away for two CDs, Sound of Ribbons, one for my daughter and one for me.
Ms Cos my new friend
I am so glad I wasn't seeming intrusive with introducing Annie. She is my sis-and I love her and am so proud of her, so I kind of spill over sometimes.My accomplishments are so meager-I am more of a helper, so don't want to seem ?whatever? I am sorry that you and your daughter have experienced such a sorrow as losing a child. I have three sons and can't imagine. Annie wrote this song for our sister when her son Brandon was murdered on the Rez. Brandon and my son Andrew were "buds" and Anne (mom) Brandon Andrew and me always used to go camping together. He was a beautiful, gentle, young man with a baby on the way.The whole family was devastated and will never truly recover. Ann, who was always so full of hope, healing and love, has never recovered her optimism.I don't think her eyes ever have sparkeled since.
If you want a good representation of Annie, watch the video "Edge of America". That portrays her natural self. On the Trudell website there is a biography that mentions Bob Dylan saying that AKA Graffiti Man was the best album of that year. "5oo Years" is the only listed song that I helped to write on Annie's site. She has 3 albums, but hasn't done much lately. Her children are growing up- 2 teens, 1 little one, and she had to make more of a living so she is teaching at the Tribal College-to support her children in a more consistrant manner. When she was just singing-she really couldn't survive with children. They would often come over when they had no food. She did more benefits than paying gigs.I am very lucky to have them in my life. The song that touched you, is "Good Medicine". I'm touched to know that it reached you at this time.
Okay, now I'm listening to
Okay, now I'm listening to Beautiful Son and having trouble keeping it together.
"Would you want him anyway, even if you knew he couldn't stay, this beautiful one, this beautiful son, called away, taken away so young,"
"This gentle one, this golden sun"
"He's closer now, he's everywhere, in a song, in our tears, he's all around."
Absolutely brilliant, and when the male voice slips in, it's like a ghost entering the music. I'm right now having something very akin to a religious experience from this music. I have to give this song to my daughter for Christmas. She lost her 21 year old son almost three years ago and this song seems like it was written especially for her.
You see, for the last two days I have been writing about the loss of my own baby son and also my grandson. It almost seems like I was meant to hear this song at this time of my life. I'll cut it short, I've said enough. My emotions are drained with joy and sorrow pulling me in two directions, I feel split in half and need to rest.
Rez, you are full of
Rez, you are full of surprises, my friend. You so casually pull this wonderful thing out of your pocket and show it to me like it's no big deal, and really, it is a big deal To me. Thank you so much for introducing me to John and Annie. I can't wait to explore their poetry and music. I watched one video so far of Annie singing (great voice) while John speaks the same words in the back ground and with beautiful horses running wild. Can't remember the name off hand, hence the description. Great imagery. Great video. It's in my favorites now on Youtube. I am hungry for more, more music,more poetry, more history. I am getting a terrific education here, about music, about life, from people all over the world. So glad I found this site.
Oh in addition Ms Coz
Also, if you want to meet Annie, click videos for Edge of America and Spirit Horses with John Trudell (Annie Humphrey Jimenez on My Space.)May be your not interested-which is fine. Just thought I would throw it out there??
Hey Ms Coz!
Check out Annie Humphrey Jimenez web page. I helped write the "500 Years" song. Check it out and let me know what you think. To some, the lyrics are a bit controversial, but needed to be expressed I think.?????? REZ
Good Afternoon Ms Coz
I was thinking-about the Souix and Ojibway people. There is an Island where I live, called Star Island. It is in the stories that there was a bloody Souix/Ojibway battle there in the old times. Many of the elder Native peoples won't set foot on the Island due to the "Bad Medicine" that remains there.My sister in my adopted family, is Annie Humphrey. She is a musician, and has won the best album a few years ago,at the NAMI's(Native American Music Inductions) I often served as her Nanny when her children were young and we were on the road. I sometimes wrote some lyrics with her. Her friend is John Trudell, who interestingly enough, is a friend to Bob Dylan. Bob once named him in an interview as his favorite performer at that time.Johnny Cash and Kris Kirsitofferson both wrote songs about John. Once, when we were in Bismark North Dakota, Annie was recording an album called "The Heron Smiles", and John flew in to sing on the album with her. One of the songs were about him too. David Crosby once gave Annie a white piano. I've been with Annie when Jackson Brown calls her on the phone. The music world is so strange. I guess they are all just people, but it sometimes blows me away-the strange relationships. Annie usually can't even pay her bills. She doesn't own a CD player.We are no-bodys from no-where, yet the music finds a way to bring musicians together.Annie is just Annie to me, and so when she associates with people who are almost fictional to me, I get wide eyed and wierd. She doesn't seem impressed.She just does her thing. To me- Dylan's "Lisence to Kill" has always been a song about Anne, Annie's mom, and my mentor. She is the wise lady sitting on the hill asking the question. I have always asked Annie to cover that song-but she hasn't yet.
If the blood of the land is in Dylan's voice, then the wind is in Annies voice I think.
Thank you for the tutoring in the "blog thing". I might play with it one day when I get the urge. I am easily overwhelmed by computor tasks , so have to be in the mood to try something new.Your page expresses a lot and the graphics and entries are really great! It does add so much.
Hi Rez
I'm still thinking about "The Voice" and voices in general.
Miigwetch (gracious thanks)
MsCos: Pennsylvania-yes it was one of the states that I biked across. As I recall-the people were wonderful, the country side was beautiful, and the biking was challenging and seemed to be always up hill. I should have perhaps started from the other side of the state.I have peddled in Mountains that weren't so grueling. I love the way you blended images from your past with Dylan lyrics.Isn't it interesting that no matter who we are, or what we have done, we are drawn together by the sounds and words that vibrate within our very nature as humans.Every Grain of Sand always gives me the feeling of being so small and insignificant, and yet so powerfully a part of the whole. I found the inner part of your blog. It is magnificent and beautiful . I loved it! I tried to leave a message there but I don't know what I'm doing. I am so "not with it" in so many ways. I loved your comments on political correctness. I've always felt the same way. The flaw I have always found with the Womans movement, is that I don't like other women telling me how I should think or feel, anymore that I like to be pigeon-holed by men. I choose what offends me, and don't feel disrespected by someone who opens a door for me.Kindness is always welcome in my world.If an elderly gentleman calls me dear in a respectful and loving manner-I am grateful for being thought of with fondness. Intent is every thing.Some people who speak with political correctness can be quite offensive in intent. I am 1/4 Cree. My biological grandmother was a full blood. I live on the Leech Lake Reservation in Northern Minnesota, adopted by a traditional Ojibway family in early adulthood. My family of origin, is torn within itself by racism, which is still alive and well here, but the subject is very complicated. I am by heritage such a mix, that all I can do is be myself, because for some individuals, I am always too white, or too Native to be ligit-if you get my drift.The message I wanted to send you was-Check out U-tube.There is a video of Bob Dylan at the AFI Lifetime Achievement for Michael Douglas-A wonderful performance of Things Have Changed. Check it out. Also, please comment on the entry I sent you before this last one. I would love to hear your take on "the voice". Sorry if I am being a pain. Thank you so much for your response. REZ