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The Road Less Traveled
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost
Friendship ~ Love
Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust
Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.
Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.
Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.
Friendship is being close even when you are far apart.
Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near.
Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best.
Love is when you bring them the very best.
Friendship occupies your mind.
Love occupies your soul.
Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need.
Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side.
Friendship is a warm smile in the winter.
Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.
Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:
A tender laugh, which opens your heart,
A single touch that melts away your fears,
A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,
A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.
In honor of Labor Day I thought it would be nice to hear Come Monday by Jimmy Buffet. This song was first released in 1974 and was written for his girlfriend at the time, who later became his wife.
He will be apperaring in Mountain View, California on October 16, 2010 at the Shoreline Amphitheatre and will be appearing in Irvine, California at Irvine Meadows on October 21, 2010.
Title: San Diego’s North Park Music Thing Link out: Click here Description: The North Park Music Thing – San Diego’s Music & Media Conference and Festival is a two day music event. Start Date: 2010-08-13 End Date: 2010-08-14
North Park Music Thing is an annual festival for up and coming bands to showcase their talents to industry officials, P.R. publicists and all of the thousands that come out to attend the event and witness this wide array of talent. This year’s event will include over 100 bands performing on 14 stages during this two day festival and all conference registrants will have the opportunity to learn about the music business during panel discussions and workshops.
All proceeds of this two day festival will be donated to the San Diego Music Foundation ~ a nonprofit organization who’s main goal is to advance artistic growth, understanding, appreciation, enjoyment and interest in music and it’s ability to enhance annd enrich the city of San Diego.
On Friday, I was fotunate enough to be able to attend two of the workshops and the open forum with the widely respected keynote speaker, Kim Fowley. The workshops were held at the Lafayette Hotel, one of the most historic hotels in San Diego and I was pleasantly surprised that the entrance fees were very reasonable ~ only $20 online and $25 at the door for this opportunity to learn so much about the music industry.
To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment; to laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind, to spend freely when one has mone, and to hope gaily when one has none. To fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art ~ this is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in his outward and visible aspect.
It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment, this exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion; and if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices and lovable faults, for in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save that of Hypocrisy. …
His faults are more commonly those of self-indulgence, thoughtlessness, vanity and procrastination, and these usually go hand-in-hand with generosity, love and charity; for it is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well. …
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique, and what is the charm of its mental fairyland? It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia!
One must choose and find one’s own path, be one’s own self, live one’s own life.
A Bohemian is someone who practices an unconventional lifestyle.
According to Wikipedia, the term ‘Bohemian’ has come to be very commonly accepted in our day as the description of a certain kind of literary gypsy, no matter in what language he speaks, or what city he inhabits ….
A Bohemian is simply an artist or littrateur who, consciously or unconsciously, secedes from conventionality in life and in art.
What this world needs is more likeminded individuals who are unafraid to be themselves.
I am a very big fan of the locally independently owned radio station KPRI in San Diego, California. I am also what is referred to as a FREEQ, a frequent listener.
By being a frequent listener you are able to sign up for free concerts that are being held in the San Diego area. It amazes me that there is so much local talent and so many local free events available.
Below is the newest upcoming event sponsored by KPRI.
DELTA SPIRIT
La Costa Bluefire Grill
Wednesday, August 18th
Doors open at 6:00pm, Show begins at 7:00pm
Theres a scene in Murray Lerner’s film (Festival), about the 1963 Newport Music Festival, where Peter, Paul and Mary are shown obliging a resounding call for an encore with the protest song, If I Had A Hamme. Peter and Paul face each other from the sides and Mary faces the audience of tens of thousands, shaking her blonde hair and bearing down on a song about making change. She would, they would hammer out danger and a warning all over the land.
Delta Spirit have five hammers and they swing them the way Mary bobbled her head back in ’63 for her close-ups, the way Mary sang as if her knees were on fire and her mouth was brimming with more ire laced with optimism than she knew what to do with.
These Californians have more in common with the dirty haired, dirty fingernailed folk groups of the nascent years than they do any of their contemporaries. They’re suited for reminiscent hopefulness and the gracefully youthful fusion of hostility and all-encompassing passion for all things that can set a smile ablaze or turn the hairs on arms and backs of necks into little beds of nails at the flick of a switch. They make lists of things they like, including all of the people they love, their home, pretty girls, desserts, bodies of water, justice and America.
They make you understand that, when it’s all boiled down, what we all ultimately live for is catharsis and a fulfillment of body meeting land, air and sea harmoniously. They’re about bodies meeting bodies, pressing skins to skins. They’re about reminding you to listen more than you talk. They’re about urging you to put stock in the happiness of others, not just your own. They make it obvious that we have to go somewhere to be somewhere. We have to feel something to really live. They sing of the soul searchers. They sing for the soul searchers. They are the soul searchers.
~ Sean Moeller
This Private Listener Concert is by RSVP only through KPRI.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.