Showing posts with label Pete Seeger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pete Seeger. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

His life flows on in endless song ....

PETE SEEGER TELLS US
HOW TO MOVE FORWARD

A great hero of mine died yesterday at age 94.

Pete Seeger
(May 3, 1919 – January 27, 2014)
 
I’ve cited him numerous times in print and in my electronic ramblings and undoubtedly will continue to do so.

He was, and his legacy remains, a national treasure.

He felt and thought deeply, lived a caring and principled life, spoke his heart and considerable mind, and acted when he perceived injustice. 
  

  •  If you do not know much about Pete, I urge you to discover more. The process will make you better for it.
  • If you appreciated him at any level, you’ll follow his wisdom and join in a sing along of the songs he created and promoted, many of which you know although folks at large may not link them to Pete.
As for me: Two Pete tunes in particular will be going ‘round in my head today.
 
I think that they, as much as anything Pete wrote or popularized, embody the legacy he would have us pursue to honor and commemorate him.
 
The first one’s typical Pete who, recognizing its popular 19th Century Russian roots, turned the “Ode to Joy” melody from Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony back into a banjo tune, worked out some short lyrics, partnered with another activist/song writer Don West, and created –

RUSSIAN SONG/ODE TO JOY
Build the road of peace before us,
Build it wide and deep and long
Speed the slow, remind the eager,
Help the weak and guide the strong.

None shall push aside another
None shall let another fall
Work beside me, sisters and brothers
All for one and one for all.

Joy, Joy sisters and brothers
All for one and one for all.
 
You can listen and sing along at 1:20 here:

The other song I would have you know today Pete explained originated this way:

“In 1958 I sang at the funeral of John McManus, co-editor of the radical newsweekly, The Guardian, and regretted that I had no song worthy of the occasion. So this got written.” 

TO MY OLD BROWN EARTH
To my old brown earth
And to my old blue sky
I'll now give these last few molecules of "I." 

And you who sing,
Pete's Banjo
And you who stand nearby,
I do charge you not to cry.

Guard well our human chain,
Watch well you keep it strong,
As long as sun will shine.

And this our home,
Keep pure and sweet and green,
For now I'm yours
And you are also
Mine.

Listen and sing along here:
 
Surround hate
Force it to surrender
 

Monday, December 30, 2013

Thank Goodness It's Monday #441

“TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW …”


This penultimate day of 2013, it sure seems as if “Time flies like an arrow.” 

The one, the only Groucho (Marx) made the observation that I’ve repurposed as a perhaps painfully appropriate day-before-New Year’s Eve TGIM headline.

And, being Groucho, after a pause he added:

“… Fruit flies like a banana.”

 
I’ve always liked that quip. I particularly like the wordplay. It catches you off guard.

·         The first line sets a contemplative tone then, just when you figure the funny guy’s about to wax philosophic –
·         It flips the whole thing on its head and gives you a split-second “What???” moment until you process the changed-up meaning of the words.
·         And then it makes you (or at least me) smile.

TGIM ACTION IDEA: I like to repeat it and close with it after saying a few perhaps serious, heartfelt words at someone’s birthday or anniversary celebration or such. 

TGIM END-OF-2013 ACTION IDEA: And I think it’s a useful wrap up when it comes to year-end reminiscences.

How about you? Will you be among the midnight revelers tomorrow evening who mark the passage to 2014 with a raised glass, a rendition of Auld Lang Synge, an affectionate hug and possibly kiss, and perhaps a few appropriate words?

What will you be thinking?
What will you say?

Here are some additional seasonably suitable quotable quotes – a few thoughtfully witty in the spirit of Groucho’s -- that might prove useful as idea starters or for “borrowing” as your big finish tomorrow evening:

“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in.
A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.”
Folksy columnist Bill Vaughan (1915-1977) came to that conclusion.

“New Year's Day - Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.”
The ever-quotable Samuel Clemens aka Mark Twain (1835-1910) added his cynical twist to resolution setting.

“Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account."
Irish writer and poet Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) quipped that.

“I think in terms of the day's resolutions, not the year's.”
Sculptor Henry Moore (1898-1986) shaped that not-so-abstract idea.

 “I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.
Diarist and free spirit Anaïs Nin (1903-1977) shared that personal truth, similar to Henry Moore’s.
 
“But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.”
Nobel Prize winner Andre Gide (1869-1951) set forth this query and observation.

“New Year's Day is every man's birthday.”
English critic, poet and essayist, Charles Lamb (1775-1834) gave this reason to celebrate the passage of the old year.

“It wouldn't be New Year's if I didn't have regrets.”
Former pro football player William Thomas is supposed to have made that glum seasonal observation.

"We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential."
Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and columnist Ellen Goodman suggested this.

"Time has no divisions to mark its passage; there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols."
Nobel laureate Thomas Mann (1875-1955) noted this phenomenon. 

“New Year's Eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.”
Collector and re-teller of children’s stories and fairy tales, Hamilton Wright Mabie, (1846–1916) said this.

 “Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning, but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.”
Journalist and appreciative author about the outdoors, Hal Borland (1900-1978) said that. 

“Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.”
That’s courtesy of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, (1809–1892) in 1850.

“The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows.”
Speaking of snow at about the same time as Tennyson, social reformer, author and editor, George William Curtis (1824-1892) held this view.

“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.”
Poet and pacifist Edith Lovejoy Pierce (1904-1983) added that thought to one of her blank pages.

“Be at War with your Vices,
at Peace with your Neighbours,
and let every New-Year find you a better Man.”
This was the counsel in Benjamin Franklin's December 1755 Poor Richard's Almanac.

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
Poet T.S. Eliot, (1888-1965) made that clear in "Little Gidding,” the fourth and final poem of his Four Quartets.

Wishing you a peaceful finish to 2013 and thoughtful beginning to 2014.

Geoff Steck
Chief Catalyst
Alexander Publishing & Marketing
8 Depot Square
Englewood, NJ 07631
201-569-5373

P.S.  As I noted here last year about this time (TGIM#389) on New Year’s Eve I’m not so much a fan of Auld Lang Syne as I am of the Pete Seeger’s music and 1959 adaptation of the words from Ecclesiastes.

Here’s one version of the lyrics.

TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON
(TURN, TURN, TURN)

Chorus:
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together.

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing.

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of peace
 
… I swear it's not too late.
 
And one of my favorite versions of Pete singing, HERE.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Thank Goodness It's Monday #389

Isabella Bannerman -- Six Chix for 29 December 2012
WHAT’S ON YOUR MIDNIGHT PLAYLIST?

Auld Lang Syne?

Wow! Then do you remember the Guy Lombardo Orchestra? (Just being a little snarky there.)
 
True enough, Auld  Lang Syne is probably still the Midnight Ball Drop classic and will be for who knows how long. 

But every New Year’s Eve I invariably wonder why. 

My problem: Sung more out of nostalgic habit than conviction, I find it expresses a largely backward looking sentiment. The Scottish phrase “auld lang syne” translates literally as “old long since” and is understood as “times gone by.” But, whether we know that or not, the whole singing of this “holiday classic” seems to me to concentrate our personal focus in the wrong direction. 

Certainly there have been highlights and some very low spots that we can easily recall in the year past. But the days ahead are a blank canvas (as they always are) and the future is optimistic for those who can hold that spirit in their hearts.

So, less than 24 hours from now, many of us will lift a glass and offer up a thought or two appropriate to the spirit of January’s namesake from Roman mythology, Janus, the god of gates, doorways, beginnings, and endings.

Janus was also the patron of concrete and abstract beginnings of the world such as religion and the gods themselves, of human life, new historical ages, and economic enterprises.

Janus is traditionally depicted as having two heads, facing opposite directions. And in his case, being two-faced is a good thing.

The New Year connection: Because he could see into the past with one face and into the future with the other, he was also the figure representing time. 

One head looks back at the last year while the other simultaneously looks forward to the new and so Janus was frequently used to symbolize change and transitions such as the progression of past to future … of one condition to another … of one vision to another … the growing up of young people … and of one universe to another. 

TGIM ACTION IDEA: At midnight on December 31, don’t let Bacchus (the Roman god of wine) or Somnus (the Roman god of sleep) muddle your thinking if you’re inclined to acknowledge the changing year with a toast and a song.

TGIM IDEA IN ACTION: Be Janus-like when you give voice to your sentiments.
 
Here are a few well-said words, origin unknown, that you might appropriate:

Here's a toast to the future …
A toast to the past …
And a toast to our friends, far and near.
May the future be pleasant …
The past a bright dream …
May our friends remain faithful and dear. 

And if you’re going to sing, I suggest –

Turn! Turn! Turn!

It’s Pete Seeger’s music and 1959 adaptation of the words from Ecclesiastes that come to mind for me every New Year’s Eve when Auld Lang Syne plays.

I hope you know it. Maybe you know it as To Everything There Is A Season. Maybe, if you connected immediately to the Guy Lombardo reference at the start you know the popularized-by-The-Byrds Folk Rock hit version of 1965.
If you don’t know it --there are limitless options to investigate. You might start HERE with a YouTube version of the recording I first came to love. The video portion is a bit less than spectacular but Pete’s voice is young (he’s now 93+) and clear and enthusiastic. 

To every thing there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
 
And, of course, that’s just the opening line.

There’s more. Much more. Sing it (at least to yourself at midnight). 

And I will offer a toast and wish you –

Happiness and Success in 2013

I swear it’s not too late.

Geoff Steck
Chief Catalyst
Alexander Publishing & Marketing
8 Depot Square
Englewood, NJ 07631
201-569-5373
tgimguy@gmail.com

P.S. Speaking of “turning” … Another midnight playlist possibility is Simple Gifts, a Shaker song written and composed in 1848 by Elder Joseph Brackett (1797–1882). These are the lyrics to his one-verse Dancing Song:

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.