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Starry Starry Night – Vincent and Don McLean

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Starry Starry Night – Meteor Showers in Mexico.

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)   Sung by Don McLean

Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and grey

Look out on a summer’s day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds and violet haze

Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue

Colours changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left inside

On that starry, starry night

You took your life as lovers often do

But I could have told you Vincent

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you’ve met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They’re not listening still

Perhaps they never will…

Starry Starry Night – Meteor Showers in Mexico.

These are from May 6, not the 24th, but I liked them. The second one reminds me of Van Gogh. Do you think there was a meteor shower when he painted Starry Starry Night?

A meteor lights up the night sky over the Mexican volcano Popocatepetl near the village San Nicolas de los Ranchos in the early hours of December 14, 2004. The shower, named Geminid because it appears to originate from the constellation Gemini, lit up the sky with dozens of shooting stars per hour.






This meteor shower was recorded in the northern Mexican state Sonora in the early morning hours on Nov. 18, 1999.


Composers and musicians born on June 24th. Milton Katims – violist and conductor

Milton Katims. Have you heard of him? He was a world-renowned violist (Played the viola, not the violin.) and played with other such artists as Isaac Stern and Pablo Casals. He was responsible for editing and transcribing many pieces of music originally written for violin and even cello to the viola. The viola repertoire would not be the same without his efforts. (I could not find a photo anywhere.)

He taught at Juilliard School of Music (1947-54), was the music director of the Seattle Symphony Orchestra (1954-7) and later he served as artistic director of the University of Houston School of Music (1976-84) and helped sign up promising young players like Yo-Yo Ma (who was just 15 at the time) and Itzhak Perlman as soloists early on. Eleven years found him as a protégé of Arturo Toscanini.

Other positions included: Assistant conductor and first violist for the NBC Symphony Orchestra, assistant conductor and solo violist for radio station WOR, as well as the Mutual Broadcasting System (1935-43), and guest-conductor of the New York Philharmonic, Philadelphia Orchestra, Boston Symphony and London Philharmonic.

But the reason I picked him today is because he was a violist. I play viola, amateur status. (See My Music page) Milton was at the University of Houston while I lived in Houston. I met his wife once, the red-haired Virginia, who, at the time, organized a group of classical musical lovers to get together for concerts and dinner, etc. Virginia Katims’ “Meet a fellow classical music lover” group, I guess you could call it. I never studied with Milton though. I don’t know why I didn’t try to take advantage of that opportunity. What an opportunity lost.

Brahms: Sextet No. 1 in B-flat major, Op. 18 – 2. Andante ma moderato    (That’s a picture or Brahms, not Katims :-]  )

Isaac Stern, Alexander Schneider, Milton Katims, Milton Thomas, Pablo Casals, Madeline Foley

See more at http://www.accuracyproject.org/cbe-Katims,Milton.html



Jillian Michaels shows how to lose lower gut flab. :-]

Here’s the exercise I need most, not that I don’t need all of them.  I wonder if it works on the flab after weight loss? Won’t work if you don’t exercise ,though. Darn, there’s always a catch.

Just go get it cut off.  No, that takes money. Sigh.

From LOSING IT! With Jillian Michaels
Thursday, June 24, 2010

Lose That Lower Gut Flab


Ugh, the lower gut — it’s often the last thing to go, right? Lower-abdominal flab can be downright persistent, but it can be reduced with the right diet and exercise regimen. If your gut instincts are telling you to start crunching, you’re on the right track. Although crunches by themselves won’t burn belly fat, they will strengthen your core, burn intramuscular fat, and help you build lean, calorie-burning muscle. If you want an exercise that specifically targets the lower and transverse abs, try the Reverse Crunch.

Reverse Crunch

  • Lie on your back with your feet off the floor, knees bent, and ankles together. Bring the tops of your quads inward and onto your stomach so that you don’t swing your legs to gain momentum during the movement. (This also helps you isolate your lower abs during the crunch instead of engaging the hip flexors.) Relax your head, neck, and shoulders, resting them on the floor. Rest your arms at your sides, palms facedown on the floor.
  • Lift your pelvis off the floor, and curl it toward your rib cage. Make sure to exhale fully while you’re crunching in order to maximize the contraction.

If you really want a challenge, hold your arms out at your sides and several inches off the floor. This helps to further isolate your abs, prohibiting your arms from assisting in the crunch by pressing off the floor with your hands.

John Lennon Imagine. Live.

John Lennon  Imagine.  Live.

My only problem with this is I always wonder what happened to Cynthia?