Season 600 - Seasons And Seasonings

[Flatbaroque]

This is perhaps the most captivating footage that I have ever caught on camera. It was of a leaf suspended by a single strand of a spiders web, and it danced in the breeze unable to break free. Life is like that sometimes... hanging on by a thread.

Remember the plastic bag scene from American Beauty?

There is a wonderful short story by O.Henry. called The Last Leaf. Set in an apartment building in New York in the early 1900's during a very severe winter. The building is peopled by Bohemian types..artists ect. One of occupants a youngish women artist catches severe pneumonia..consumption as it was known. From her bed she can see a large tree that is gradually losing it's leaves. She confides in her friend that she has no doubt she will die when the last leaf falls. The leaves continue falling and falling...but for some reason the last leaf never falls..for days in the wildest of storms. Eventually her fever breaks and she recovers.
It turns out that an old artist in the apartment below her had learnt of her fear of dying when the last leaf fell. So he snuck out at night in the storm and painted a leaf on the wall adjacent the tree - to give the illusion of the never falling leaf. Days later he was found in the courtyard dead with the paintbrush in his hand having succumbed to the elements...but not before painting the leaf. Years since I read it...so paraphrasing.

 

[ukukeguy]

This is perhaps the most captivating footage that I have ever caught on camera. It was of a leaf suspended by a single strand of a spiders web, and it danced in the breeze unable to break free. Life is like that sometimes... hanging on by a thread.

Remember the plastic bag scene from American Beauty?

This reminds me of a lovely,

There is a wonderful short story by O.Henry. called The Last Leaf. Set in an apartment building in New York in the early 1900's during a very severe winter. The building is peopled by Bohemian types..artists ect. One of occupants a youngish women artist catches severe pneumonia..consumption as it was known. From her bed she can see a large tree that is gradually losing it's leaves. She confides in her friend that she has no doubt she will die when the last leaf falls. The leaves continue falling and falling...but for some reason the last leaf never falls..for days in the wildest of storms. Eventually her fever breaks and she recovers.
It turns out that an old artist in the apartment below her had learnt of her fear of dying when the last leaf fell. So he snuck out at night in the storm and painted a leaf on the wall adjacent the tree - to give the illusion of the never falling leaf. Days later he was found in the courtyard dead with the paintbrush in his hand having succumbed to the elements...but not before painting the leaf. Years since I read it...so paraphrasing.

There is a beautiful, but quite melancholic, song called A Leaf Must Fall by Clive Palmer for his band the Famous Jug Band and their album Sunshine Possibilities, with an absolutely captivating vocal by a lady called Jill Johnson, also of the band, but Mary Hopkin has also recorded a version very faithful to the original.

 

[wee_ginga_yin]

This reminds me of a lovely,
There is a beautiful, but quite melancholic, song called A Leaf Must Fall by Clive Palmer for his band the Famous Jug Band and their album Sunshine Possibilities, with an absolutely captivating vocal by a lady called Jill Johnson, also of the band, but Mary Hopkin has also recorded a version very faithful to the original.

I believe Clive Palmer was an original member of the Incredible String Band, but left after their first album.

 

[wee_ginga_yin]

There is a wonderful short story by O.Henry. called The Last Leaf. Set in an apartment building in New York in the early 1900's during a very severe winter. The building is peopled by Bohemian types..artists ect. One of occupants a youngish women artist catches severe pneumonia..consumption as it was known. From her bed she can see a large tree that is gradually losing it's leaves. She confides in her friend that she has no doubt she will die when the last leaf falls. The leaves continue falling and falling...but for some reason the last leaf never falls..for days in the wildest of storms. Eventually her fever breaks and she recovers.
It turns out that an old artist in the apartment below her had learnt of her fear of dying when the last leaf fell. So he snuck out at night in the storm and painted a leaf on the wall adjacent the tree - to give the illusion of the never falling leaf. Days later he was found in the courtyard dead with the paintbrush in his hand having succumbed to the elements...but not before painting the leaf. Years since I read it...so paraphrasing.

Seems like, to save a life a life must be given is the message.

 

[joo]

Seems like, to save a life a life must be given is the message.

I vaguely remember having read this story.

Hope was what she needed at that time. Even if it was only a painted illusion.
He gave her hope, but succumbed to the elements.

It seems like a noble way to help someone by painting that leaf, but no one can negotiate with Nature.

Such a tragic story.

 

[UkeCan1]

One of occupants a youngish women artist catches severe pneumonia..consumption as it was known.

Consumption is tuberculosis.

 

[Flatbaroque]

Consumption is tuberculosis.

my mistake..

 

[CeeJay]

I'll just leave this here for Joo ....

which is phonetic for Jus.....

another cooking ingredient !!!

Well, who knew !!??

 

[joo]

Summertime by George Gershwin , done my way, slightly bluesy , the turnaround is flattened to suit the didge ...oh ,yes ,there's a didge and a frog !! Bari Tribal tuned down one half step/semitone to suit the didge which drones in C sharp....and currently won't toot !

I'll just leave this here for Joo ....

which is phonetic for Jus.....

another cooking ingredient !!!

Well, who knew !!??

I thought your Summertime jam was very tasty! Coolest version ever. That didge is so good there.

And the cooking video you linked- whatstheshire sauce again?

 

[CeeJay]

I thought your Summertime jam was very tasty! Coolest version ever. That didge is so good there.

And the cooking video you linked- whatstheshire sauce again?

I think Keith Floyd was somewhat extracting the michael with his deliberate mispronounciation of Woostershire sauce ,as it is properly pronounced.

I have made that sauce myself and added a few zingers in chilli form , it is great with a steak or chicken.

 

[wee_ginga_yin]

I think Keith Floyd was somewhat extracting the michael with his deliberate mispronounciation of Woostershire sauce ,as it is properly pronounced.

I have made that sauce myself and added a few zingers in chilli form , it is great with a steak or chicken.

when it came to drinking Jilly and Ozzy could not hold a candle to Keith.

 

[LimousinLil]

when it came to drinking Jilly and Ozzy could not hold a candle to Keith.

Ah, yes ... I remember, Jilly! And Keith Floyd was great fun ... I've still got a lot of his cookery books!

 

[Canada Jim]

I believe Clive Palmer was an original member of the Incredible String Band, but left after their first album.

You are right Rob. This is my favourite incarnation of the Incredible String Band. My copy is still in great shape after 40 years and I still play Clive's Empty Pocket Blues.

 

[Wiggy]

...
A really silly song I made up about worscestershire sauce. Mainly I recorded it just to practice saying it right. This is shockingly 2 minutes long.

You are exactly correct, Joo. The town of Worchester, Massachusetts is pronounced something between "wuh"-ster and "woo" -ster.

pronounce worcester massachusetts - Google Search

www.google.com

 

[hands_on_lanzon]

A bit outa the norm this week, as my wife, Wendy, officially joins fun for the first time.

Turns out she prefers singing with headphones where she can hear her own voice and try to sing in unison rather than singing along with a live uke. Here, she listened to and sang along with the original track first. Then I did the same, then added a uke track and took out the original. It's not what I'm used to... it's a bit raw and there are some flaws that get highlighted in the process. But that's what it is... a process!! And a fun one at that, but pretty unforgiving (you can hears bits of the original that were loud enough in the headphones to get picked up by the mic and a few other flubs). I can't wait to continue learning and improving!!

Also gotta get some video editing software to make a proper video with the recordings. For now, just used a free service to get the job done.

Anyways... here it is. Green Day's 'Wake Me Up When September Ends'

 

[dr_mitch]

Time for some classic jazz. This time seasoning, not seasons.

 

[UkeCan1]

Rosemary would be a little more legit as a seasoning if the verbs were reversed and the song title were "Love Goes (Where My Rosemary Grows)". I thought about doing a parody version with that title about an herb garden, but I just have time for a quickie today.

Verandah 2 Jam day 32.

 

[TCK]

Finally got one done- this goin back to work thing is pretty taxing
Here’s a Little Blüe Öyster Cült for ya!

 

[LimousinLil]

There is a wonderful short story by O.Henry. called The Last Leaf. Set in an apartment building in New York in the early 1900's during a very severe winter. The building is peopled by Bohemian types..artists ect. One of occupants a youngish women artist catches severe pneumonia..consumption as it was known. From her bed she can see a large tree that is gradually losing it's leaves. She confides in her friend that she has no doubt she will die when the last leaf falls. The leaves continue falling and falling...but for some reason the last leaf never falls..for days in the wildest of storms. Eventually her fever breaks and she recovers.
It turns out that an old artist in the apartment below her had learnt of her fear of dying when the last leaf fell. So he snuck out at night in the storm and painted a leaf on the wall adjacent the tree - to give the illusion of the never falling leaf. Days later he was found in the courtyard dead with the paintbrush in his hand having succumbed to the elements...but not before painting the leaf. Years since I read it...so paraphrasing.

What a wonderful story ... I don't think I've ever read any O. Henry; but consumption is, indeed TB! There used to be a TB clinic in the nearest town to where I live ... the air here is supposed to be very pure. Yes ... I need to read some O. Henry

 

[mountain goat]

Finally got one done- this goin back to work thing is pretty taxing
Here’s a Little Blüe Öyster Cült for ya!

was waiting. you did it Lefty.