Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.

  Alzen Family rich men bombast and buy; poor men fight and die. https://issuu.com/dewane/docs/looking_for_norm Looking for Norm, an Ebook

  She came along the sidewalk Fatigue all over her face And a shopping bag that  Had seen much wear And a captive's sort of pace. A young couple passed With the laughs of Love But she almost ran them down. While the countenance remained As if in a mold of Duty, pressure and frown. I was at my chair With an A chord harp And some bluesy tune of note As she brushed right by To the pharmacy with A scrip the Doctor wrote. With her child at Home From a flu caught bad And her job stalled in the mix. She could ill afford This diversion sad. Did I think my tunes might fix? Then she stopped abrupt And turned round to hear Of a sweet and heartfelt riff And a slight smile came As her Dragon tamed And the music said, What if, what if. https://puffnchord7.blogspot.com/2022/03/march-and-busking.html http://histocall.blogspot.com/2019/12/known-before-it-all.html

 

 

 

Personal taste in music

 

  With Bill Murray

 

 

  Faith is Grace Or nothing at all Striving in self Will not meet the Call A Call to His holiness Cannot be learned Cannot be mustered Or strivingly earned. He sets the template He brings the stuff. Gifted, imparted. Yes, more than enough. Jesus has prayed for you. Father has heard. Now you just step into This glorious Word.. Yours is the thanksgiving. Yours just to praise. Then comes a lifelong walk  Raised up bright days . 25  “‘I will make a covenant   of peace   with them and rid the land of savage beasts   so that they may live in the wilderness and sleep in the forests in safety.   26  I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing. [ a ]  I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.  27  The trees will yield their fruit and the ground will yield its crops; the people will be secure in their land. They will know that I am the  Lord , when I break the bars of their yoke and rescue them from the hands of those who enslaved them.  (from Ezek

  Perhaps better knowing The travelling Man Who tastes each response From crowds most unplanned.  He watches approval. He hurts from some blame. He wonders most times What fame’s in a Name. The Master felt all Round Galilee’s shores. Truth in a nutshell And health He restores. While priests plan Him setback And death surely sought A Hilltop’s strange Victory. Applauds what Christ wrought. Jerusalem our Home Jerusalem’s Peace Redemption just waiting Each lost Soul’s release.

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  Looking for chances to Be good and bless People are looking today. Sun has come out And the Spring is brand new Robins trot round Mate and play. This is the season When all comes alive Easter re-birth clearly shown. Music a measure For smiles and new ears Youngsters, or Oldsters Full grown. How the Town's Family Seeks reasons to Laugh At those things Quaint or of Peace They sense some new chance For gathering round Masks off, as COVID released. I come out oft With harmonicas gay Simple tunes touching some hearts Folks pass rejoicing I'm not in their way We learn how Symphony starts.

 

  Directed with love by Dustin Hoffman Old hurts are forgotten in the warm shimmer of music, together. Boychoir Dustin is an exacting choir master

 

 

  https://justhappeneduponthis.wordpress.com/2022/02/28/enoch-arden-tennyson/ Dead Poets Society

  Harry Chapin sang about Bananas; Tom sang about spuds.

  Larry Adler with his Hohner Chromatic Harmonica He brought harmonica playing out of the sandbox. A Lady made the offer And I gladly took the gift An Adler by M Hohner Gives the ears and heart a lift. Her Mother used to play them. Sadly, too old now it seems And rather than lay up such tools She shared for strangers’ dreams.

  for baby Elizabeth (thanks Stephanie and Jordan) http://shootdempix.blogspot.com/ Sunday has a parking lot of horse buggies Balcony's Eastern View

  Master Player, Buddy Greene Oh, to get anywhere close to this ease, variety and proficiency...

Port Dover River Cruise I sit down And I settle The harps are duly packed And folks pass by Receiving Joy Afore-times lacked. There's balm in The agreement As music leads the way The sun comes out The place warms up They part with Better Day. And such is in A sweet tune It need not be complex. They hum accord Birthed in the Lord Where once they Had been vexed. Uncloudy Day

Collaboration Movie with colossal undertones. The Mission (Irons and DeNiro)

  https://justhappeneduponthis.wordpress.com/2022/03/22/man-with-an-oil-can/  site of training in Watercolours     https://hil4dab.blogspot.com/ pour in the oil. the place brightens.

 

 

  David was a Psalmist On harp he played out Life And calmed the King’s discomfort And took him far from strife.  The classroom was a meadow With sheep who took his care. Whate’er the weather, hazard  He knew his duties there. Sometimes exultant, happy He made a tune to please And music brought him gladly To times upon his knees. Yet other days of darkness The lightning or wolf’s game He met each one expecting That God still knew his Name. The music was God’s transport And breath given over to praise And who could tell the outcome Of David’s singing days. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2034&version=KJV

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  See our photography site http://shootdempix.blogspot.com/ I thought I couldn’t do it And I put the thing away Turning from delightful habit And the tunes He helped me play. They had often brought me comfort Of some history in a verse Or a tune that grabbed the heart-strings If I only would rehearse. But rehearsal proved an effort As the Tempter urged, Why try? And no longer satisfaction Or Sounds rising to the Sky. Could I bolster self-assurance? Could I step by step prevail? What had started out a frolic Now seemed much more like a Jail. Years went by and Little Shiny* Rested silent in my drawer Sad neglected happy melody Not rejoicing as before. But then day of Revelation For the Organ of mixed sound. I had just to dance the main theme Other notes would gather round. Some to hide my slip of tongue blows Some to add a Glorious blend. Yes the outcome seemed like magic  Planned by Heaven’s Greatest Friend. So I went back to Harmonica In my later years of life And I let the tunes in h

  Appalachia Maritimes Shoes have some clickers Feet have some spring Sad disagreements? Dance solves everything. Hearts wild and pumping Arms swing with zest Dance of our forebears Joins us the best

 

    It’s a holiday time And I scrambled for sand In a place where Atlantic she rolls And I tripped down the street To a place where times meet One of those seamen’s watering holes. It was all dark inside Where the spent went to hide And to think of the fishing afore. To the Banks they would sail And would risk fearsome gale Just to haul in the codfish once more. I got used to the dark And took seat next his mark Buying him yet another “for health”. And his sticky eyes glazed At the treasured salt days When he sported in freer man’s wealth. There were ports of glad call And the shipmates were all For adventure and let’s shake this Town. And some slept in the clink And the cause was just drink Thought to make the hard pills go down. He had missed the Wife’s death And the kids both had left Knowing Dad had no Land-farer’s boots. Seeking grand city lights Hectic days, liquid nights Just like orphans without any roots. It was four o’clock now And I couldn’t see how My queer questionin

  through the Valley of Baca (tears)...maketh it a well...Psalm 84

 

Man, what are you doing here? You’re the Piano Man. Sing us a song... Vienna Waits My Angel

 

  Met her Dad and Mentor, Buddy in Baddeck, Cape Breton. Didn't know then who he was. He played a Friday evening in the Town Hall. People danced. Wonderful time down East. Buddy...Scots Roots Thanks for coming out tonight

  Time Slips Away

  In a layback discussion with Hilary this Saturday morning, things turned to ethnic hostilities and racism in the Ukraine. (Let us pray...). She asked, What do you think might be the cure for this plague? In so many places and so many styles? I blurted out an answer, almost without thinking: Music joined with smiles, pausing for that moment together. For the past three years COVID 19 has stifled most of that. The masks. The tensions. The sense of mysterious warfare and strain. The absence of casual conversation and involvement. The separation and loneliness. The disappearance of special community events and sports. But now the restraints are coming off. The signs of spring and freshness are everywhere. Robins and crows let out with their respective choruses. And the crimson cardinals beautify the treetops. I see all of such happy change when I am out on the sidewalk busking and singing with my harmonicas. I encourage these positive vibes. People appear to enjoy it.   The challenge of

Nicely done, Sir More like his usual...

 

Caught the Creator’s gist and joy. Infectious Joy and Wonder to the senses and to the heart. Did She Mention My Name

 

 

 

 

 

  Harp or guitar buskers get a crowd of four or five...oh well. Live strings: pulsing, vulnerable, whimsical, romantic and real. Wow! From The Mission: (monestary in South America.)

 

 

 

 

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  Sort of a white B B King with a Harp... First line of verse times two, always.

  Gugachugachugachugachugatweechugatwee-wee-ya! Right on Blues with sweet Vibrato.

  Jessy Dixon and Gaither Bunch Look at that crowd...Buddy Greene, Janet Paschal, Larnelle Harris, Wintley Phipps, Russ Taff, David Phelps. Trumpets, keyboard, harmonica. All in agreement, sweetly tuned. A Passing   I heard late  about her husband's passing wrote a letter best as I could.  spoke of happy times in summer campfires, chapel bell midst wood. she sang well, and he would preach the Gospel. kids could catch the gist of what he meant. (Matthew 25) Toastmaster, as I knew him through the seasons helped me much and to my journey lent. But he died, his  passage surely skyward. and with Joyful End. Grand Reunion comes of that he taught so clearly. and the widow kept my simple letter shown to friends. (Evelyn and John Halcrow...London YMCA) I

 

 

  Lee Sankey

 

 

  Thank you Woodie Guthrie... This Land is Your Land Woody Guthrie This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway Saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts All around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust cloud