…in this instance, over an urban wetland in Gujarat, western India, a few minutes after sunrise on 16 February this year.
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…in this instance, over an urban wetland in Gujarat, western India, a few minutes after sunrise on 16 February this year.
Comments closedTo an Australian, peacocks are fabulously “exotic”, but this post’s peacocks were in their own land, where they are an “everyday” sight.
Indian peafowl live in most of the Indian subcontinent’s non-alpine regions.
So, many an Indian human pays them little attention.
To most non-Australians, a kangaroo is a fabulously exotic creature, but many Australians are not the least excited by ‘roos.
Comments closedThey were ducks, not geese, they were not “in chevron flight”, and they were almost certainly not beginning a seasonal migration.
Nonetheless, a certain longtime-favourite Joni Mitchell song leapt into my head.
Comments closedPyramid-like peaks are one of the signature features of the mountain ranges that punctuate the Tibetan Plateau.
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This wild wheat is growing in a depression.
However, its “lowland” home is on the Tibetan Plateau, so this grain is nonetheless unusually high grown – over 3,000 metres above sea level.
Comments closedChances are, you know this song via Roberta Flack’s hushed, reverent “1972” version.
(Her 1969 version became a hit in 1972, thanks to Clint Eastwood)
Lovely as hers is, it inhabits an utterly different musical world to that of Ewan MacColl’s Scottish-folksong-ish 1957 original.
In 1973 Bert Jansch recorded his singular, Scottish-folkish version of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.
Comments closedIn the Blue Light is his final new album, Simon says; it offers brand new takes on 10 of his previously-recorded songs.
Some are gently tweaked, others more substantially rewritten and/or rearranged.
One of the new versions is an absolute hoot…and a nice surprise.
One CommentHere are two albums you should hear.
They offer no tediously-roosterish displays of “technique”.
Neither are they lamely “hip”, or tepidly “smooth”.
Both are uncommonly beautiful.
Crucial to their success is something rarely mentioned by reviewers of “jazz” releases: real friendships, sustained over many years.
One Comment…the same song, twice, nearly 44 years apart. Each version is equally acute, but very different. Neither involves an electric guitar!
Comments closed…and Ira.
George Gershwin wrote this song’s music, his brother Ira the words, for a 1932 opera. A flop on debut, it is now a landmark. Its most tender number – Summertime – is probably the best-loved 20th century song. Its sardonic song is less popular; I have heard only several hundred covers of It Ain’t Necessarily So!
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