Without this song the bluebirds would be homeless.

****Palaces Of Montezuma**** ( Nick Cave Cover)

This track was made with Kontakt 7 & Spatk 2 (Perc/Toms/Congas,FX)

Over the Mountain

Life is like a crooked snowball: it will surely melt, fall apart.. but then reassemble into a bizarre shape

Little Crooked Sketch

Don't Be Afraid Of It

Come Back Home!

Tune from the album Tunes from a Distant Shore:

https://open.spotify.com/album/09CSSmVG5ecOmNiz3AVRRY?si=sSymJCXpSK2837QzqrlDLw

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nq9K0ATwShICb0q9N8dASl0BsUcSQ4T-g

https://music.apple.com/dk/album/tunes-from-a-distant-shore/1687312161

Wind in the wild

Under The Strobe Lights

Tascam cassette archive find. Morry and I were asked to perform this early 70s  song at a friend's mother's wedding in 1991. We had never heard the song before but our friend's mom liked the original Paul Stookey/Peter, Paul and Mary version of it I think - and she was nice enough to risk asking us... two not so responsibility young guys to perform it. We had both just graduated college in May of '90 and had returned to Louisville. We practiced the song for the week or two leading up to the ceremony and recorded this live take on our Tascam in our apartment as part of prepping. I think we may have sent the tape to the bride as sort of a proof of life gesture - that we actually took learning it seriously enough to be trusted at the wedding. When the time came, we packed up Morry's round-back Ovation acoustic guitar and drove to the wedding in Chicago. Stayed with the friend and his family for the weekend. One of the most fun weddings, from what I can remember of it lol  I really like Morry's guitar playing on this. Hope our FB friends enjoy.

Her is some hx on the song: 
Stookey had first performed the song at the wedding of Peter Yarrow—Stookey's co-member of Peter Paul & Mary—to Mary Beth McCarthy at Saint Mary's Catholic Church in Willmar, Minnesota. Stookey was best man at the ceremony, which took place in the evening of October 18, 1969.

Stookey recorded "Wedding Song (There Is Love)" for his solo album Paul and, which was released on July 23, 1971. On this track he accompanied himself on a 12-string guitar tuned a tone and a half down. On June 28, 1971, "Wedding Song" was issued as an advance single from the Paul and album. It reached No. 24 on the Hot 100 in Billboard and reached No. 3 on the Easy Listening chart.[2] Internationally, Stookey reached No. 31 in Canada and No. 55 in Australia with "Wedding Song".

1991 Renn Cherokee Recordings

Marriage Song (There is love)

Questions

Sax ensemble, sax solo and mastering, Mario Sboarina https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia 
Sonopoetry (stream of consciousness technique) and mixing, Ilaria Boffa
pic, Euganean Hills, June 2023, IB

Elegy
The river is no longer that river
the landscape not that landscape
you used to skirt and redraw.

I see you crossing soybean fields 
dauntless and determined like an African woman 
balancing a basket on her head.

I wish I could plunge my fingers
into your fur dense and wavier 
and pretend I hadn’t counted your vertebrae. 

Cracks smash the meadow, unsteady 
the narrow access to the bight, boots tag along 
tearing off lianas behind you.

The damp of splashes in the swoosh and chirp
of countless plants and flights
over four thousand four hundred eighty-six days.

Pervasive your gaze on things
the way you located yourself in space
never arbitrary.

Head held down to meet mine
wilderness and wild thistles’ scent
bora.

When dismay floods in, sudden
a pang of loneliness sucks up the void
crushing it in the throat tightened 

as if by rope.
Thus you unveiled surrender and
what has been will not be.

Elegia
Il fiume non è più quel fiume 
il paesaggio non più quel paesaggio
che eri solita costeggiare e ridisegnare. 

Ti vedo attraversare i campi di soia
impavida e determinata come una donna africana
la cesta sul capo.

Vorrei poter affondare le mie dita
nel tuo pelo spesso e ondulato
e fingere di non aver contato le vertebre.

Crepe spaccano il terreno, instabile 
lo stretto accesso all’ansa, gli stivali inseguono 
strappano liane dietro di voi.

Umido di schizzi nel fruscio e cinguettio
di innumerevoli piante e voli
in quattromilaquattrocentoottantasei giorni.

Pervasivo il tuo sguardo sulle cose 
il modo di posizionarti nello spazio
mai casuale.

La testa abbassata a incontrare la mia 
odore di landa e cardi selvatici
bora.

Quando assale improvviso lo sgomento 
una fitta di solitudine risucchia il vuoto
e lo preme nella gola costretta 

come da corda.
Così hai rivelato la resa e
ciò che è stato non sarà.

Elegy/Elegia (Mario Sboarina & Ilaria Boffa)

Classe Tango

Verano - Astor Piazzolla

Artist from Sweden with Icelandic roots,
now living in Copenhagen

Wind in the wild

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