It's Been a Long Time, Been a Long Time, Been a Long Lonely, Lonely, Lonely, Lonely, Lonely Time!
Led Zeppelin
912 days to be precise, but seems like a lifetime!
Unlike the previous pages there is no intent to make this a ‘daily’,
but more of a ‘when time allows’ which is usually daily. Success will be
reliant on those stalwart few who still persist in clicking The Bagsy Blog,
transmitting the link to all addressees, along with the few printed fliers that
will be distributed by myself. It should be noted that my foreign travelling
days have been over for a long time now but continue to plod the hallowed turf
of my ‘wildlife patch’ in East Dorset. Additionally, there are the odd forays
across the Highways and Byways of sunny Dorset (Sir Frederick Treves - the doctor
who nursed Joseph Carey (John) Merrick the Elephant Man) and less frequently the
odd dalliance beyond like last weekend’s pop up to Norfolk. It is also hoped that the format will include, from time to
time, highlights of past sojourns around the world (as shown below) certainly
more music here and there, past highlights at home and away and 'Finest Hours' while not venturing into the less fine ones!
It will be good to have you all back - Bagsy
So, why not kick off with the afore mentioned Norfolk Gig of last weekend, but please do not ask for locations various birding sites will deal with that. In a nutshell, Dave had formulated a Plan of Attack and of the 50 to 60 species included we failed see but one - Common (but not showing) Crane.
Dave Foot
(mentor and friend)
Eastern Yellow Wagtail
Some of the most accomplished and poignant sculptures ever stumbled across while visiting
Omaha City, Nebraska in 2010
I sure as hell ain't going to teach my mother to suck eggs
particularly accessing this link on YouTube
particularly accessing this link on YouTube
When the wagons leave the city for the forest and
further on
Painted wagons of the morning dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelling through the darkness met the summer coming home
Fallen faces by the wayside looked as if they might have known
Painted wagons of the morning dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelling through the darkness met the summer coming home
Fallen faces by the wayside looked as if they might have known
Oh the sun was in their eyes and the desert was
dry
In the country town where the laughter sounds
In the country town where the laughter sounds
Oh the dancing and the singing, oh the music when
they played
Oh the fires that they started, oh the girls with no regret
Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way, fought each other to possess it
Often died in sight of day
Oh the fires that they started, oh the girls with no regret
Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way, fought each other to possess it
Often died in sight of day
Oh the sun was in their eyes and the desert was
dry
In the country town where the laughter sounds
In the country town where the laughter sounds
Oh the sun was in their eyes
And the desert was dry
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds
And the desert was dry
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds
Mountain was an American hard-rock band that formed on Long Island, New York in 1969. Originally comprising Leslie West (lead guitar / vocals), Felix Pappalardi (bass guitar / vox), Steve Knight (keyboards) and N.D. Smart (drums).
Songwriters: Jack Bruce / Peter Constantine Brown (ex Piblokto)
Trivia:- Bruce has played in combos bearing the names of
such luminaries as Alexis Corner, Graham Bond and as a short lived Bluesbreaker
with one of my personal heroes John Mayall. However, this itinerant musician is most famed for his part
with the relatively short lived British Blues outfit ‘Cream’ alongside Eric Clapton - guitar and Peter Edward (Ginger) Baker - drums. No surprises then
when he joined up with in house axe-man and new recruit on drums to form the ‘power
trio’ Bruce, West and Laing! Piblokto is a culture-specific hysterical reaction mainly found in the female gender of the Inuit people.
Further, Pappalardi didn’t hang around long enough to enjoy
the fruits of his labours and success
as his wife shot him to death with a
revolver - guess he must have upset her?
Pete Brown, apart from this magical compositions was the
front man with the band Piblokto
Piblokto is a culture-specific
hysterical reaction in the Inuit people, especially women, who may perform irrational or
dangerous acts, followed by amnesia for the event. Piblokto may be linked to repression of the personality of Inuit
women, with the condition appearing most commonly in winter.
Ah, that fits Pete's missus must have been an Inuit!
Ah, that fits Pete's missus must have been an Inuit!
Adios Amigo see you Manana!
When the wagons leave the city
ReplyDeleteFor the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes traveling through the darkness
Met the summer coming home
Fallen faces by the wayside...
(And there's more)...🎶🎶
Whey~Hey! Capt..Seeing yer name down my sidebar
was enough..God Bless Ya Sir...! :).
A bit of an accident it would seem but no more pleased than to have you back in the fold. Best Wishes Matey
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