Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?

More than I ever wanted to know. But Things I should know.

Are you crazy! That's incest!! LOL

A good song...but a great video, Thanks Mr George.

What can I say?
They brought me a higher love. Thanks Mr George!

Here they really show me something.

His are the fingers that seem most like a finger dance to me.

During a time of great conflict this song made the peace between my best friend and his father. His Father, a persecutor for the state, wept.



Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older 'n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like criminals,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it's all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the 'lectricity sting.
And it's keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Oh, it's fare thee well
To the deep hollow dungeon,
Farewell to the boardwalk
That takes you to the screen.
And farewell to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
It's many a guard
That stands around smilin',
Holdin' his club
Like he was a king.
Hopin' to get you
Behind a wood pilin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
The night aimed shadows
Through the crossbar windows,
And the wind punched hard
To make the wall-siding sing.
It's many a night I pretended to be a-sleepin',
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
As the rain rattled heavy
On the bunk-house shingles,
And the sounds in the night,
They made my ears ring.
'Til the keys of the guards
Clicked the tune of the morning,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
Oh, some of us'll end up
In St. Cloud Prison,
And some of us'll wind up
To be lawyers and things,
And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

And some of us'll stand up
To meet you on your crossroads,
From inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

This has always sounded like a force of nature to me.

In The Christian mythos there are very few moments more laden with drama than
The advent of his coming.
John the Baptister has been for many years "A voice crying in the Wilderness"

Half mad dressed in rags wandering in the Desert.calling out for a wicked world to repent, A righteous man who has come to find favor with the lord.

This song well cerebrates the eternally recurring moment When John receives his calling. He has been chosen to be a handmaiden of the Lord.

to announce salvation's coming into the world.




Well, get up John, go down to Jordan
Get up John, prepare the way
Man from Galilee is waitin'
You must meet him there today.
Get up John, go tell my people
This will be a Holy day
Tell them of the Jew that's waiting
That the Saviour's on the way.
John you've been chosen
John go unafraid
John I'll go with you
John The Baptist, this is the day.
Well, get up John, go tell Jerusalem
Saviour's waiting on the shore
Baptize Him in the River Jordan
I'll send a dove from Heaven's door.
John you've been chosen
John go unafraid
John I'll go with you
John The Baptist, this is the day.
Well, get up John your work is finished
Daylight breaks, the soldiers come
You will die for me tomorrow
Welcome home, your race is run.
John you've been chosen
John go unafraid
John I'll go with you
John The Baptist, this is the day...

I think for most of us music helps us remember where we've been as well as celebrating who we want to be.

When we use music as a personal Map we are loathe to allow change to enter.
For example:
In the posted version of Redwing, Bob changes the lyric from the original.
and it harms the song.
HE sings
"From inside the grounds the walls of Redwing."

But the wrote and recorded it as
"From inside the walls the walls of Redwing.
And it bugged me.

But hey the man has penned a thousand songs over 50 years.
I'm happy (after due consideration), that he remembers that he wrote it!

You have in your mind an image of Emmylou and her music. Yes?
Your complaining because she no longer fits that image.

Suggestion.

Let your remembrance continue to warm and thrill you.
But open your ears to listen without comparisons.to the poor woman you no longer love.
She's standing right there giving you all she has got to give
But you push her aside, brand her no longer fit to perform

In fact she should just take all her music, I mean the music that still and will always live within her and cut out her tongue and stop trying to be who Mr. George remembers she once was.

Mr. George the only place she is trying to be who she was is in your head!
Just like everyone else she is on a journey. She is trying to be who she is, something I find quite admirable.

Consider the audience, the ones who paid big bucks to see her.
just look at how disappointed and ripped off they seem to feel.

Why they are standing up to leave!
No. my bad, it's a standing ovation.

How kind of them not to tell she's no longer worth the money and time to see and hear her.
Evey-one in music land must bravely face their limitations and work within the gifts they were given.

As time has taught us they don't own their gifts.
They have only the use of them.and not forever.
More over their gifts as well as their inclinations,
as all mutable things do, change.

Where athletes are without exception called off the field as younger men and women surpass them.

Art and Artists gain refinement and clarity as they "Mature"

Mr George had you spoken your thoughts on this aloud at that concert you would have been beaten with a club! LOL

They paid after years and years of devotion to see who she has become.

But that said I'm going to grant you your wish. You never have to listen to a new song sung with the new voice of the ageing Again.

Mt. George this could be a teaching moment properly pursued this could elevate your understanding.

Knowledge takes place in the mind. Understanding takes place in the heart. Miss Emmylou takes place in Music.
To silence her is to kill her spirit.
To value her music over her would be the death of the music within her.
Different is not worse and if Bob wants to say grounds now instead of how he recorded it, Well in the words of Another famous George

"Well I think that's just dandy! ":O}

Rick at his best in that video, I remember that song well.