Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.

  Whiplash: a look at conductor-performer warfare. J K Simmons is overwhelming. The drummer is like lightning. The profane use of words needs to be overlooked. If possible. This guy is monstrous. The final performance, shocking and redemptive, is worth the pain for both men. 

  Singular talent from Brazil.

  Ed Hopwood is "Harmonica Barge"

  Excerpt from the Green Book movie. Excellent saga. Much Oscar material. What is a Green Book? Travel guide “sensitive to delicate Negro needs”. Got to do his beloved Chopin, but then something happened. And ALL WAS WELL. And Christmas 1962 after their eight week musical tour down to the Deep South. Hostile as it then was. Performer. Chauffeur. Less than a year before Kennedy got shot.

In a garage, a basement, a back porch, a workshop, a church, a barn, or a stand of trees. If the desire, inspiration, gifting and time are there... Wimpy’s Hamburgers near Conestoga College, KITCHENER.

He pulled graveyard Shift again Clear autumn night So cold and moon full. On yonder crest One Yankee stood Backlit, like the fool he was. Enfield resting on a rock Steady for the kill. Thoughts of hostilities Still fresh, haunting. But Yank was singing! Rich, clear baritone. And the song was one Momma loved and Mastered. Spoke of soul Salvation... Years later and business booming Christmas holiday respite On a steamboat excursion. Entertainment imminent. Come join in the song And antics. The Reb felt disinclined. Gay lights, wandering river Notwithstanding. Persistent churning waterwheel. Like his anxious heart. Until a song issued  From the parlour. That Voice That recollection. His Momma’s words. The Yank saved. Somehow. Turns out the Yank Now travels with D L Moody Evangelists. Back from great responses In Britain, Scotland. Is God in all of this? Has to be...yup. (Soul saved by a song in the soupy mix of Grace.) *true story about Ira Sankey and one restored sniper.

  He took out the rocks Two months worth Now first winter  Was setting in. Crown land grant Had lured from Derry And a long straining Sea voyage with Agnes and sweet Young Matthew, in arms. New friends Highley Had rooms to Put them up Over the snows. Much obliged Filling in chores Wherever possible. Using anything To get warm. Matthew had a playmate In little Susan Of four years. Old Clem was hitched In the Barn. He had helped  With the stones. Would help with The ground breaking When thawed. Clem was a Champion. Worth three men. Never complaining As men do. Strange contentment With the reins. And Hector had slept With sweet visions. Of turnips, easily. Of bountiful barley Grasses Swaying, dancing In Canadian breezes. Peterborough neighbours. Good folk. New chances. New purpose. So very thankful. Ten years younger Seemingly. But now the real story behind the song. I went in a different direction with "hero". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hector_the_Hero O, wail for the mi...