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Verkleurmannetjie Blog en die “Blues”
Posted on Junie 1, 2007 by Taylor
Vandag klink die opskrif vir my soos ‘n ou Afrikaanse fliek. Iets soos “Die Professor en die Prikkelpop”.
Soos julle kan sien, het die blog se ‘look’ verander. Miskien verander ek dit weer, hang af hoe gou ek weer die “blues” kry. Hoop julle hou daarvan.
Gister het ek die blues gehad, sommer erg ook. As ek die blues het, dan doen ek sulke goed. Ek skuif ook my meubels rond en ek luister na die musiek van Van Morrison, Eric Anderson en Jan Blohm. (Ek wonder wie van julle ken ook die eerste twee se musiek). Dis blou musiek, o so blou!
My man noem dit gerookte musiek, want hy sê net iemand wat “iets” gerook het, kan na sulke musiek luister. Maar ek rook niks. Het al sigarette probeer, maar dit smaak te sleg. Het ook lank, laaaank gelede “Iets” probeer rook, maar toe eet ek daarna byna die hele yskas leeg en dit sou nie vir my werk nie. Ek kyk net vir kos, dan spring dit op my boude!
So, nou rook ek niks en ek drink net Tequila. Dis al alkohol wat nie maak dat daar so ‘n swaar man op my skouers kom sit nie. Maar natuurlik kan mens nie elke dag Tequila drink nie. Wat ‘n jammerte.
Hier is die lirieke van een van Eric Anderson se songs. Ek is vandag bietjie minder blou; teen more sal dit weer okay wees.
Words and Music by Eric Andersen
This song is a brief chronicle of frequently separated lovers. It begins on the Spanish Steps of Rome. English poet John Keats died in a small house at the foot of the steps.
Meet me on the Spanish steps oh you will not wait long
Near the place where we first met it was on the streets of Rome
You were young and your eyes were bright your cheeks were flush and fair
We were eye to eye on the Spanish steps I can see you standin there
When I was sailing the Portland coast your face came back to me
It became so real it was never a memory
A friend once asked would I send a word to the one in the long blue skirt
I didn’t want to lose you I didn’t know what one was worth
Later on we met again and we drank by the Oslo docks
The fire of art shot from your hands spillin freely from your heart
More than a smell of a memory and more than a love by choice
The thing that I remember best was the beauty in your voice
So now it’s you and I my love and the two you bore for me
I love you for your strength that you carry so quietly
So let us hold our glasses high and keep our voices hid
And take me down on this summer’s eve beneath the birches now
We were eye to eye on the Spanish steps I can see you smilin there
I still see you smilin there
Lekker naweek almal! Ek gaan vries in Sutherland.
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Jo-Ann Schou, on Junie 1, 2007 at 9:58 vm said:
Geniet Sutherland. Dit is baie mooi en dit het ‘n anderse bekoring. Neem baie foto’s. Die lug is blouer as blou daar!
Die blues sal weg wees – gewaarborg. Wanneer jy weer gevoel in jou vingers en tone sal terugkry, kan ek nie sê nie.
boerinballingskap, on Junie 1, 2007 at 4:48 nm said:
Wie’t gese mens kan nie elke dag Tequila drink nie…?
7roer7, on Junie 2, 2007 at 9:28 vm said:
Gerookte musiek…ha ha. Jy en my man sal goed oor die weg kom. Hy luister ook gerookte musiek. In die begin wou ek my polse sny as ek dit hoor, maar musiek soos Cohen groei nou al so bietjie aan my. Persoonlik help smarties of marsmellows vir my blues. Mooi bly!
narrator, on Junie 11, 2007 at 8:09 nm said:
ek luister baie vir gerookte musiek. geniet dit. pleks van teguila drink ek so ‘n lekker belgiese bier daarby.
Au Pair, on Maart 25, 2008 at 7:09 vm said: