Day 6 - 59 -- Genes

Between meetings today, I attended a lecture on nutritional genetics -- how food and nutrients can affect gene expression -- positively or negatively. It brought many questions about the degree of evidence available as it is still in its infancy as science goes. Other hot topics included the lack of regulation of companies offering genetic testing with advice and interpretation that isn't always accurate and can be totally false. When dealing with health advice, this becomes a major concern. One of my questions came from the ethics of handling personal genetic material. Will the company involved dispose of it as requested or does it sit somewhere in a repository to be shared with who knows who? Without regulations, this becomes a major ethical dilemma. Some solid understandings of food and genes do exist, with the caffeine metabolism rate the best known of these. If we remove caffeine more slowly from our systems -- based on our genetic makeup -- it can increase our risk of heart attack. If we reduce intake to equivalent of two cups of coffee daily instead of the general recommendation or four cups per day, this will reduce that heart disease risk. So -- the testing process isn't without its benefits. It depends on who is providing the information and what degree of raining they have in the science and do they keep up with the newer research findings.

We chatted about genealogy and genetic testing to tell you where your ancestors came from on this planet. I've often been flummoxed by the advertisement noting that the family with an Italian family history actually tests as Scottish -- something that seemed surprising to the family involved. Yet, humans have migrated around the world often. Scottish soldiers and sailors would have traveled to Europe and other continents intermingling along the way. Knowing where our genes originate is in its infancy, too. When new technology like this comes along, commercialization occurs almost instantly. This can lead to overstating what little is currently understood.

While washing my hair tonight, I was working through some of this topic.  The song chosen to share arrived when I asked myself a question. <smile> Enjoy!

Who are You? -- The Who 

Day 6 - 58 -- Early Mash-ups

The day brought two meetings and a night class. I walked to the office, out to meetings and home from class. The wind was wicked with gust that impeded one's progress against it. I expect many people felt like mimes walking against the wind today. Temperatures were very cold and the wind made things bitter. By evening, the winds were more manageable -- cold, but not pushing me off my  intended path. I shoveled snow -- again -- when I got home. It was light to move. I dressed for the outdoor weather and still have a couple further layers that I'd wear when living on the prairies. In fact, there is a coat that I have never worn in the maritimes.

In class this evening we began discussing progressive (prog) rock, which treated rock as art rather than commerce -- hence the term art rock. One concept that intrigued me was the use of classical music played as rock music -- as done by Emerson Lake and Palmer -- or the use of classical styles within rock -- like heard in Bohemian Rhapsody. Other forms of prog rock used jazz, ethnic or traditional folk music as major influences on song writing. Songs became longer than the usual 3-4 minute radio play length. Yet, many of these longer formats received extensive radio play despite the length. Many bands ventured into this genre while others 'dabbled' in it. Experimentation and use of different instruments than drums, keyboards and guitars led to some interesting sounds and some that were more difficult for listeners. It wasn't everyone's cup of tea <smile>. Which bands walked this road? Pink Floyd, Yes, Genesis (the early days), King Crimson and Rush are just a few band that focused on prog rock. The genre hit a zenith in the 1970s, but can still be found.

Tonight I share a song from an early group in the prog rock scene -- in the 1960s as groups. This song falls into the symphonic rock sub-genre. Use of the mellotron, an electro-mechanical keyboard that was used for other prog rock stylings, including the Beatles and Genesis. In this selection, the instrument was used to produce a synthesized orchestral sound. I've enjoyed the classical style of this song. Now I can deconstruct that a bit more and understand why I found it so appealing. <smile> Enjoy!

Knights in White Satin -- The Moody Blues

Day 6 - 57 -- Wild Visitor

Winds continued to blow with major gust throughout the night and all day long. The sun shone for much of the day, so I took time to shovel the show from overnight -- about 2 inches, but it drifted to 6 or 7 inches in some areas. Due to the colder temperatures, it was fairly light to move. Difficulties arose when the slush I shoveled yesterday had frozen under the fresh snow -- no shovel will move that. I walked out to two short errands in the sun, as well. there was a need to be dressed for the cold and the wind. Doing so made the walks rather pleasant.

While shoveling, I noted tracks in the snow that made me smile. We have a resident crow who comes from parts unknown. Yet, each day he walks into the yard from the town sidewalk. He strides -- no hopping around for this fellow. He does an interesting crisscross pattern through the yard. I've watched  him from the window a few times, but see his tracks most days. There is nothing in the fresh snow for him to find. After a deeper snow fall last week, I headed out to shovel and didn't see his foot prints. When back inside I happened to glance outside and there he was walking down the freshly shoveled walkway with snow as tall as him on either side. He looked very grand and important. He has a mission that remains a mystery to me. He is always alone. I wonder what he tells his pals about these treks through my yard when the local crows congregate at sunset. His escapades bring me a smile maybe others find humour in his explorations, too.

I share the title song from a Grammy winning album -- the artist's first. This instrumental reminds me of the dude in the front yard -- lively, bright and upbeat. The version chosen to share has several other artists accompanying the musician-songwriter on Letterman a few years ago. Enjoy!

The Crow -- Steve Martin ft. Bela Fleck & Tony Trishka (banjos) & Brittany Hass (fiddle) 

Day 6 - 56 -- Following Your Passion

I've encountered similar stories from two people lately. During the Oscars, Lady Gaga noted that winning wasn't the goal. Instead she presented not giving up as the goal noting that developing a and working with a passion shouldn't be stopped by rejection. On the morning show today, author Angie Thomas (The Hate U Give & On the Come UP) told viewers that her first book had been rejected 150 times. She kept writing and just released her second novel after an award winning first novel. The theme to these messages struck me as 'follow your joy' and 'commit to your passion'. Each stated that one should not give up. Love what you do and you will find a place in the world. Just be you without changing to meet someone else's vision -- work to your own goal.

It seemed odd that I'd hear the same message from two different artistic women. Their messages struck a chord by noting that rejection does not equal failure -- not if you are working on something you love. The need to keep moving forward while being yourself was an amazing message, especially when articulated by different speakers. I have tried to follow by passion throughout my career. This was easier in some settings than others, but that showed me that the negative responses to my ideas did not mean they weren't worth working towards -- just might need to hold onto them for another day or place. The research ideas I've had are now being developed with the help of my research partners. There is a time and place, we just need to persevere to find it.

The Oscar winning song from last evening is shared today. The lyrics fit with the messages of these two young women -- be brave and jump into the deep end. Enjoy!

Shallow -- Lady Gaga ft. Bradley Cooper

Day 6 - 55 -- Encountering seering pain

Frustration followed by pain -- pain that made me cry. That was my shopping experience today. In a planned trip to the grocery store, I was frustrated with the clerk who put heavy things on squishable things -- but that was a fleeting emotion. Walking back to the car with the sun in my eyes, I navigated the sidewalk ramp to return to the parking lot. The cart came to a dead stop and then tipped forward depositing my packed bags all over the pavement. I swore - silently -- though anyone with lip-reading abilities would know the utterance. I picked up the bags and put a couple of items back in bags. As I began walking to the car, I became aware of a searing pain on both shins. The pain made breathing difficult. I got the bags in the car and then paused to look. I expected blood, but no skin breaks were present. There were two decided lumps, though. The right was the size of a pea and the left was similar to a robin's egg. I put the cart back in the corral and drove home. There were tears along the way. I got the bags into the house and found ice packs. I sat with one pack alternating on left and right legs. Several hours have passed and things don't throb as badly, but there will be ugly marks there tomorrow -- beyond the bluish marks that were there instantly. My right arm and shoulder are showing some signs of strain now -- must be from the recoil of the abrupt stopping of the cart. <sigh>

Needless to say the plans for the day changed. I'd hoped to get some work done around the house, but found myself sitting with my legs elevated for most of the afternoon. Interesting that this showed again, how life can change in an instant. While my experience was jarring and painful, it wasn't life changing -- just day changing. We can be merrily going along minding our own business and encounter something akin to an attack -- something we have no control over. No matter how careful we try to be accidents will happen. I probably should have gone back into the store to report the incident, but I hurt so much I just needed to hide and cry. I may chat with them later, so they can fill the hole in the pavement right by the sidewalk so this won't happen to anyone else.

The song that came to mind made me laugh -- something I needed while icing the lumps. I hope it does the same for you. Enjoy!

Legs -- ZZ Top

Day 6 - 54 -- Listening to the Blues

The day was sunny but cold. I was inside doing those weekly household chores -- far from my favourite activity <smile>. This evening I attended a fund raising event for the summer theatre festival. The Whiskey Smoke Blues Band treated us to an evening of Motown and other blues. This group comprises five talented members -- three professors (lead guitar, keyboards, and a multi-instrumentalist) along with a bassist and drummer. Three of these men provide vocals, however this night one had a throat infection, so two carried the load well. A jazz saxophonist and two backup singers completed the performers. The show was sold out -- as was the one a year ago by this same group. The marvelous guitar, keyboard and harmonica solos met with major applause. All faces left smiling. Four of us headed to a friend's place for wine and conversation. I got home at 1 AM! I don't recall the last time that happened <grin>.  (so this is late being posted)

I'd been feeling sad most of the day, and hearing the blues songs seemed to help so much. Perhaps this music acted as a celebration of the life of the acquaintance lost this week. He ended his career as a blues artist. Thinking of that made the show much more personal for me. Again, this showed me the power of music -- to relax, to soothe and to heal.

Based on my thoughts about the wonderful music from the show, I chose to share with you the opening number for the evening event. The lyrics sound very personal -- which may have helped lead me down that pathway of pondering. This was used in the blog 46 days ago, but it fit so well today, that I will use it again. Enjoy!

Celebration -- Kool and the Gang

Day 6 - 53 -- Keeping True to Oneself

While shoveling snow and doing paperwork today I found myself thinking of the need to be true to oneself. There is a need to understand your ideals -- in fancy phrasing, your personal epistomology and ontology. Being true to your beliefs and values will leave you with fewer regrets in life. Go against them, and you may find yourself in a hole deeper than you can climb to escape.

I've asked people to articulate their personal stances for themselves and to be able to explain the viewpoints for research and counseling projects. Do the two points of view match well? How far are we willing to go outside our own value system before it is too much? Recognizing why some approaches to work or life don't feel right means that we understand ourselves and know that something on our task list just won't fit. If our stance is different from the majority, we shouldn't be pressured to conform. Being non-conformist isn't always a bad thing.<smile>  Stand up for personal values, but be sure to understand where these originate and the implications of 'rocking the boat'. The world around us need not change who we are unless we want or need that change.

A song that speaks somewhat to these rambling thoughts came to mind while listening to music and shoveling. It was a personal philosophy of the songwriter (and singer in the version shared). Enjoy!

Can You Dig It? -- The Monkees (Peter Tork)

Day 6 - 52 -- Loss of a Stellar Musician

Where to begin? I was occupied until just after supper when I checked in to social media. It took me several moments to make sense of the first post I saw -- from a dear friend noting she'd lost a friend today. The shock of it all led to tears. While I didn't know this man well, I had met him in passing twice and seen him in person five times. Peter Tork died today. I first encountered him as a pre-teen through the television. Every week our family would gather to watch the sitcom The Monkees. I fell in love with them and the music -- after all this band was 'made' to cater to the younger group when the Beatles were moving into a more sophisticated sound that appealed more to those a few years older. It wasn't until into my late 30s that I saw them perform live (well three of them) on the 30 year reunion tour. I saw a different threesome in 2012. Peter was part of all of those concerts. Without the phenomonon that was The Monkees, I would not have met a large part of my support 'family'. We've been in touch daily for 24 years and have seen each other through life's ups and downs. 

Peter was an amazing musician and songwriter. He played bass guitar for the band as well as keyboards and he played a mean banjo. When I saw him in concert in 2012, despite the backup band, he chose to do what would have been on three separate tracks on a recording. He sang  harmony while playing the keyboard -- the right hand playing the melody and the left playing the bass notes that he'd usually do by guitar. That was brilliant. His brain embraced music on multiple levels.

I expect some of the sadness has to do with losing someone that I've 'known' for decades and especially from my childhood. Some of that feeling also comes from knowing that many others knew him well and are grieving their loss today. I know he will be missed by many people. He touched so many lives with his music, intellect and sense of humour. It wasn't difficult to see his joy for living.

I chose to share two songs here today, both written by Peter. The first comes from The Monkees third album, Headquarters on which instruments were played by the band and not only session musicians. The lyrics show his early folk roots from Greenwich Village and reflect his kind and gentle soul -- a real flower child. The title pays homage to the folk master Pete Seeger. The second song was recorded on his only solo album (With The Monkees, he was part of 12 studio albums, 6 live albums, 19 singles and 31 compilation albums; plus 3 albums with James Lee Stanley and 4 albums with Shoe Suede Blues). I love the lightness of the song. The lyrics have some wonderful lines. One of my favourites being "I could hide in a crack in the road" -- something that I've wished I could do some days <smile>. Suffice it to say, today Peter is sitting with the Great Soda Jerk in the sky eating devils food cake and drinking milkshakes before he takes up his place in that great band that the Righteous Brothers told us about years ago. Enjoy!

For Pete's Sake -- The Monkees




Milkshake -- Peter Tork (with backing vocals by Michael Nesmith and Micky Dolenz)

Day 6 - 51 -- Complex Complications

The complexities of technology became evident today. In a meeting to test the connections for a distance lecture, software seemed to fail. With much assistance from IT people on both ends, we found need for altered hardware setup. More interestingly, the landing page of the software appeared to have simple ways to connect, and yet these did not work. A more complicated and not at all intuitive first step was needed. Why could that not be clear upon opening the program? <sigh>  Once all this became clear, I realized that we couldn't blame this on my ineptitude <grin>. We'll try again tomorrow once the small hardware deficit has been corrected.

Generally, this would make me feel almost angry, yet that didn't occur today. Everyone remained calm and worked through the necessary steps to determine the point -- or points in this case -- of failure. Working through the processes without drama was pleasant. Yes, it took longer than we'd expected, but the outcome was productive. I marvel at times when my reaction remains positive when the pattern over several years has been the opposite. Perhaps this result finds its roots in being less overwhelmed with work and life. Laughing through an absurd and difficult situation helps keep all concerned on an even keel. I found this very interesting upon reflection.

Choosing a song to fit these thoughts took a bit of thinking. The selection shared has a very complex structure somewhat like the technological conundrum of the day. Some might even consider it a form of progressive rock. The operatic style reminded me of the drama that can appear when things don't go according to plan -- though, luckily that didn't occur today. <smile>  Enjoy!

Bohemian Rhapsody -- Queen

Day 6 - 50 -- Exploring Grief

For most of the past week, I've felt a bit off. Tears arrived unexpectedly at minor things. When I tried to figure this out, the first thing that came through in the consciousness noted that February used to be the month of three main birthday celebrations -- my mother and two other women who were major friends and part of my wider family. They often celebrated their days with a dinner out together. These three women were born within a nine day period over 17 years. Two passed almost three years ago while the other left us almost two years ago. Regardless of the age differences, they each played major roles in my life. I miss our regular contacts.

Yes, it has been two or three years since these women left. What I've come to understand about grief is that it is always with you. It may not be uppermost in your mind, but it will make itself known through physical and emotional interruptions to daily life. Grief doesn't seem to go away. We find ways of coping with it and pushing it out of view for most days -- with time. The pain is always fresh, we just find a way to live with it in that 'new normal' that must be renegotiated with each successive loss. In the very first days of shock, the pain seems unbearable. That feeling does change as we learn to live together with the loss and pain. I guess it just isn't as raw as it is at the outset of a loss. There is much more about grief that I don't quite grasp. I began by taking things moment by moment and then hour by hour and day by day. Some parts of days are better than others. I remember being surprised by the sound of laughter when I'd not made that sound for some time. Each time has brought different experiences and winding pathways to return to something close to what I had called 'normal'. I guess what I've found in common is that there is hope -- it can be difficult to see or feel, but it is there.

I share with you all a song that seemed to fit my thoughts over the past days. The melody is beautiful as are the vocals that deliver wonderful lyrics. Enjoy!

Angel -- Sarah McLachlan

Day 6 - 49 -- Heritage Honoree

Today is Heritage Day in Nova Scotia -- a day to honour people, places and events that played a role in the provincial history and identity. This year the honoree is Maud Lewis, an artist. She was born early in the 20th century, with birth defects and later lived with rheumatoid arthritis.  Her folk art style could be called design naif -- a simple depiction of rural life.Bright, bold colours showed the beauty she saw. Maud covered most flat surfaces of her home with flowers, leaves and vines. She began by making Christmas cards that she sold door to door in the small town. This developed into paintings on wood or boards that she sold outside her house. The exuberance of her colours and simplicity of her subjects made her paintings speak to people perhaps awakening something from childhood.

Maud lived with her husband in a small house about 10 feet square with a bedroom in the rafters up very steep stairs. Her paintings inside added some brightness to the depressing interior and exterior. The house had neither electricity or running water. The couple lived in soul-crushing poverty even by the standards of those in the village. Her husband peddled fish to the village inhabitants and she would go with him on his rounds to sell her cards. Despite this lifestyle, photos show her smiling and her pictures brightened the world around her and now around all of us. The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia has the restored house on permanent display with the Maud Lewis collection. 

In 2017, a biopic of her life starred Sally Hawkins as Maud and Ethan Hawke as Everett Lewis, her husband. If you haven't seen this, it is well worth watching. The grim aspects of their lives are there, but it isn't all doom and gloom. It won many film festival and critics awards. The selection for tonight is from the soundtrack. The Canadian singer presents the lyrics as one would poetry. There are a few still shots from the movie that show the painting inside the house. Enjoy!

Dear Darling -- Mary Margaret O'Hara (from Maudie film soundtrack)

Day 6 - 48 -- Sky Lights

It has been a quiet day. Laundry and housework filled part of the day, while some rest and a bit of paperwork entered the remainder. Sunshine entered the kitchen this morning with partly cloudy skies. The furry one spent time relaxing in that warmth. When taking the compost out to the bin this evening, the moonlight was bright. Overall then, a day filled with light from the skies.

I still struggled with getting some inside jobs done today. I have plans and intentions yet things just don't come to fruition. What may be causing this? Sometimes it feels like I may be acting like a stubborn 3-year-old stamping my foot and saying "I don't want to." That might work for a while, but eventually even the least liked chores must be done. Just doing it when planned could save a lot of angst resulting from my perceived stubborn or lazy behaviour. So, two jobs sit unfinished that I really want done this weekend. Luckily it is a long weekend, so there is another day left to attend to these. I'm not sure I'll win the battle with myself, but I will try to keep myself in check and get it done, while still leaving some time for fun things. <smile>

Some older musical movies have been playing on a cable channel. The song that came to mind tonight in the moonlight is from one of these movies. Interestingly, it was movie that I didn't get to see as planned. Perhaps the music had been in my subconscious -- who knows? <smile> I prefer the softness of version shared here over the movie version. Perhaps it is a bit more sophisticated than the rougher style of the movie character that was ably performed by Betty Hutton. Enjoy!

I Got the Sun in the Morning --  Doris Day (song from Annie Get Your Gun)

Day 6 - 47 -- Unexpected Events

Unexpected events altered plans today. After laughing with a friend last night about our ability to be flexible and spontaneous -- we decided at 3 PM to go out for dinner at 6 PM. Yes, that is spontaneous in our world. Being the Friday before midterm break, it was easier for my colleague to say yes without the huge 'to do' list getting in her way. I'm working at being more flexible as I move through the actuality of retirement. It works some days. Today it was forced flexibility -- a necessary trip to the vet to deal with the flare up of a longer standing issue. Sleep last night was not lengthy or restful, but it went better than the late evening. By tomorrow, things should be settled to a more usual rhythm for both of us. <smile> Several of my planned household tasks have been moved to tomorrow, while I do more reading and writing instead.

Rain began falling overnight and has continued through the day. By evening today, this will stop and temperatures will fall below freezing overnight. Piles of slush remain with pools of water, so ice will be the word for the coming days. I expect flexibility will be needed to remain upright when out walking next week. Once gravel has been sprinkled on sidewalks, walking will improve. I'm not sure which day that might occur as this is a long weekend in the province. I'm not aware of needing to walk anywhere until Tuesday, so things should be reasonable -- at least once I get out of my walkway and frozen patches in the driveway <smile>

I share a song with chorus lyrics tinged by Nietzsche. We can get through the challenges and disruptions without falling apart. The pieces may be rearranged, but the end product works as well or better than before. Enjoy!

Stronger -- Kelly Clarkson

 

Day 6 - 46 -- Instrumental Complexities

I've been pondering and reading about a particular song this week. I've never really deconstructed it before. The song has been considered innovative and important with major impact on rock music that followed. Some say it was the antecedent to "' Day in the Life' (Beatles) and 'Bohemian Rhapsody' (Queen). The song listed as #6 on Rolling Stone magazine's '500 Greatest Songs of all Time." It also became part of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame list '500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll.' The experimental nature of the song involved complex sounds and structure. Tempo and key changes occur often. The form changed dramatically from the verse-verse-chorus-verse common to pop songs of the time. These innovations resulted in many suggestions for the song genre -- running from psychedelic (or acid) rock to R&B to avant garde pop. It was released as a single and included on a later album. Regardless of how it was pigeon-holed, this song is fantastic.

The song became the most expensive song to record at that time. The band and other musicians logged 90 hours over eight months in four studios to lay down the many tracks needed for the song. The complexity of the sound can be partially parsed with careful listening. Thoughtful use of multiple  instruments and new combinations of instruments provided a fresh new sound. Beyond the usual electric guitar, bass and drums this recording included organ, cello, string bass, tambourine, bongos, maraca, mouth harp, flute and piccolos. To attain a psychedelic spacey sound, the recording used an electro-theremin. This instrument was an adaptation by Paul Tanner of the theremin first invented by Leon Theremin. Interestingly, Tanner had been a trombonist in the Glenn Miller Band, in the big band era. The adaptation added a slide, which helped ensure exact notes were played. This adapted instrument was used to express sci-fi sounds in television of the 1960s such as 'My Favorite Martian.' Its use on this song added so much.

I share the song pondered here today. The complexity of the composition and arrangement with the unexpected fit my day well - complex situations and unexpected add-ons. Enjoy!

Good Vibrations -- The Beach Boys

Day 6 - 45 -- Tripping Down the Walkway

Yesterday a storm passed by quickly. It left 6-8 inches of snow. As I was pushing a path to the street, ice pellets hit my coat making a light scratching noise. The light snow was moved readily. I then headed out to class for the evening. On my way back into the yard, I worked to avoid the sheet of ice that was under the new snow. Two areas of the driveway contain ice from the last rain storm. Avoiding these required me to step off the shoveled pathway onto the lawn. Doing this made me step around the old rail ties that create a border between the driveway and the lawn. Now, there was a lot of snow covering the ties, so I was picking my way through the three of them when my toe caught the edge of one of these. Next think I knew I landed on my knees and right hand as my left hand slid through the snow filling my sleeve with the cold white stuff. No damage to me and it was my fault for doing this without using the flashlight I carry in my coat pocket. So -- the first fall of the seaon is behind me and I hope it is the only one I encounter.

This morning, I went out to clear behind the car and the end of the drive with the stuff from the street plow. I got most of it moved but left the very end of the drive until tonight. The snow was heavier -- more packed than wet -- from the ice pellets last night. This made the work harder and more tiring. Waiting to finish tonight made sense. I wanted it moved before the hard freeze overnight. Forecasts note that in two days we'll have rain and above freezing temperatures. Then it will freeze quickly again. The pattern demonstrates the maritime winter well. We get caught in a cycle. Our snow fall from this storm was far less than seen north and west of here, so this isn't a complaint only a statement of fact. Winter will be over in a few weeks and the transition of spring will begin.

A song came to mind today as I was walking around campus. It made me smile. The chorus lyrics may represent how my experience relates to winter <smile>. I love this singer-songwriter's voice and style -- jazz rock, blues rock or blue-eyed soul -- or a combo thereof. Enjoy!

Still Falling for You -- Boz Scaggs

Day 6 - 44 -- Memories from Music

Music class tonight dealt with the overview of changes in popular music from the 1970s. We first watched a video montage from Woodstock to wrap up the 1960s. In my head these two were linked. I listened to the Woodstock album in the years after the actual event and when I was a bit older. The performances from Woodstock brought memories. Vivid memories seem to be tied to music or individual songs bringing one to a specific past time and place. The visions can be so real you feel you could touch them. On the other hand, another performance gave me a better understanding of the social commentary that was Jimi Hendrix's rendition of the US national anthem. I believe much of that was lost on me years ago -- his virtuosity with the guitar sound fit well with the lyrics of the song and an anti-war sentiment. I did smile when this led directly into "Purple Haze."

One performance made me recall evening parties in a friend's basement. This was one of the more vivid memories. While at Woodstock, this band played their entire rock opera -- a concept album for sure. That music definitely took me back. I share one of the songs from this musical or opera style story. The whole thing is amazing, so I do recommend carving out some time and just listening to the whole rather than the bits and pieces that may be more recognizable. Enjoy!

Go to the Mirror! -- The Who (from Tommy)

Day 6 - 43 -- Running Ahead of the Storm

The sun shone again today with a bit of a north wind but warmer temperatures than the past few days. I headed out to run errands before the arrival of some monster storm headed this way. Fewer people marched through the grocery store today than I'd expected. It is student day and the day before for a storm, after all. I'm always surprised by the total when things are rung through the register. I did get things that I'd often get a drug store and some batteries, so that would push the tally higher. I think I'm set for a week or longer now. On the way home, I stopped a two places I'd planned to go to tomorrow afternoon. It is likely that I won't be going far tomorrow and places may close. We are expecting 8-15 cm snow followed by 5 cm freezing rain, ice pellets and rain. It will be messy to move around before the freeze overnight tomorrow. I'm sure I've said this before, but I am ready for spring. I will live through the remainder of winter, but fewer big storms would be perfect.

Needless to say, tasks inside the house didn't get done as I'd hoped -- some cleaning, reading and course review. All will get done tomorrow before meetings and the evening class. I feel very tired and am ready for my bedtime chai and muffin and then sleep. I was too tired to do much by 8 PM today. A song title fit this running around today ahead of some meteorological mystery. It is an instrumental with a keyboard focus -- upbeat but relaxing at the same time. Enjoy!

Time is Tight -- Booker T. and the MGs

Day 6 - 42 -- A Study Day

Temperatures were colder than usual most of the day with the high being almost the same as the low. Bright sunshine made it appear pleasant. I worked indoors all day, except a quick evening trip to the curb with recycling. Most of the day was spent going over slides and notes for the midterm on Wednesday. We've covered a lot since classes began and all of it is so interesting. Granted so far we've been dealing with what is familiar to me. I expect even as we move into areas that are less familiar to me, it will remain intriguing. I'm looking forward to learning something more about recent musical trends. For supper, I cooked a batch of pepper steak. It turned out well. Several portions now sit in the deep freeze for future meals. It goes well with the extra rice I still have in the freezer.

Studying when I haven't really done this for years brings old rhythms. My study notes seem similar to what I'd used long ago. I wasn't sure my brain would recall the process or if I'd end up with something new. For the most part, this felt vaguely familiar -- calmly reading through my class notes and the slides. One difference is the density of information on the slides reads more like a text book than the lecture materials from days gone by. I think this is a good thing for studying, but I find it distracting during lecture where I like to listen and make my own notes. I'll see how my combination of old and new serves me later this week.

I share a song that suits the study material (History of Popular Music). It is a lesser known song from a well known band. It also reflects what this blog tries to do. Enjoy!

Add Some Music to Your Day -- The Beach Boys

Day 6 - 41 -- Disrupted Sleep Prevails

Wind howls outside still. The low over Labrador is stalled and we should have at least one more day of this craziness. I live in a lower area than campus, which lies on a hilltop. I chose to go in today to get some printing done for work at home and midterm studying early this week. A large branch greeted me on the front porch as I left the house. I'd heard a few noises through the night that told me things were hitting the house. Another longer branch lie below the front window. Luckily, no glass broken at this point. Shingles look intact, too. Wind speeds are close to 40+km/hr sustained with gusts in 66-75 range. Once on campus, traversing the parking lot was more difficult that getting to the car at home. The wind blew me off my planned track along the sidewalk as it tried fervently to blow off my toque and sunglasses. Yes, the sun was shining and the sky was mainly blue.

The volume of the wind and the intermittent louder gusts makes sleeping difficult. Three nights in a row is uncommon. Luckily, no precipitation has arrived during this wind storm. If there were snow, it would pack solid in drifts -- very difficult to move. I've not slept well and now feel extra-weary.  There may not be much respite before the expected snow fall by mid-week. This remains much less problematic than weather events elsewhere in the country. Family and friends in western Canada are dealing with extreme cold weather and Vancouver Island has had far more snow than usually seen in a winter. There were weather advisories in all provinces and one territory over the past two days. That is unusual given the breadth of the nation.

Given the need for sleep, I was thinking of a lullaby when a friend on social media shared a wonderful video. I've loved this melody since I first heard it. This cover is fantastic. The melody may sound a bit mournful, but it is so relaxing and simply beautiful. Enjoy!

Sleepwalk -- Larkin Poe  (cover of Santo and Johnny) 

Day 6 - 40 -- Major Wind Storm

Wind -- BIG wind roared outside the window all day and continues. This comes from a low pressure system off Labrador northeast of here, yet the wind is coming from the west. It has been eerily quiet a few times and then it all starts up again. I stood out on the porch and decided I wasn't about to walk around for fear of flying objects. Indoors the tasks of weekend housekeeping have be underway -- just a mundane Saturday.

Today, an amazing songwriter turns 77. The Brill Building began this long career in the music industry, writing songs for over 50 years. Today I'll share a lesser known song that seems appropriate for the day. Enjoy!

Birthday Song -- Carole King

Day 6 - 39 -- Self Image

The freezing rain today brought a slow walk into campus. My turn to present at a humanities centered seminar came this morning. Later in the morning, things improved as the temperatures warmed a few degrees and the precipitation turned to rain. These events echoed my experiences today. I've been working on a research project for several years now that leads me to clearer, more precise questions -- each one being truly fascinating. My presentation involved a description of the journey -- where it began, what I'd learned so far and where I was headed next. Given that I come from a life science background and training, at times I have felt like an impostor when speaking outside of the health science communities.  Today marked a big step for me to speak in a public forum to people trained in my 'adopted' research interest area centred in history. The discussion that followed my short talk was fascinating. Many questions and comments of areas that I had marked for further inquiry or those that I hadn't included in the presentation. I love to attend such seminars because they result in me seeing things from different angles. I surprised myself when I saw that same insight in the seminar group members.

Later in the afternoon, I chose to go to a philosophy seminar with a visiting professor from New Brunswick. While some arguments were not fully grasped by me, there were ideas that left me with things to ponder -- a good thing. At the end, a retired history colleague stopped to chat and apologize for not being at my seminar earlier in the day. His expertise area is Victorian Britain, where much of my study has focused. We've discussed ideas several times and he has directed me towards some wonderful papers and books. As we finished, a philosophy colleague approached us and the history person noted that I was a Victorian historian. I'm still a bit stunned by that title -- again with the impostor complex <smile>. As I reflected on the day, I realized that I held my own well during the seminar discussion in the morning and have had several stimulating exchanges with my retired colleague. So, perhaps its not so much my appropriation of another culture so much as becoming acculturated. Hmmm.

While revisiting the events of the day, the title of a song came to mind as I tried to describe how I felt. The lyrics don't really reflect my experience but the title fits well. I love the relaxing nature of the music, too -- reminds me to breathe and let my shoulders drop back to where they should be after a slippery start today. Enjoy!

New Kid In Town -- The Eagles

Day 6 - 38 -- Retirement Reflections

Over the past five months, I've been pondering the nature of retirement. I've found it a major adjustment -- physically and mentally. While I've found a type of rhythm, the comfort level doesn't exist fully yet. To be frank, describing the experience has been difficult. That does not mean it has been negative -- just very different from anything I've encountered. When I ask people about retirement, they speak about their desire to not be at work, yet few outline what else they plan to do -- well at least in the long term.

Have I learned anything along the beginning of this part of the journey? Perhaps retirement is what you make it. Adjustment takes time as would any major life change. Practicing kindness towards oneself is important. Patience may be a key to that kindness. I've found myself 'in the moment' more often than before. Dare I say it, I find myself smiling a bit more -- something that I'd noticed among other retirees over the years. Most of all, the mythology of retirement in all its haze and neomysticism appears to be something deeply personal and individual. Intriguing.

A song by a band that produced a single, highly rated album is shared today. The poetic lyrics describe being on the brink of something positive. This supergroup comprised well known talented artists with solo careers or who were part of other bands. The band name made me smile as it may be the way one needs to approach retirement. <smile>. Enjoy!

Sea of Joy -- Blind Faith (Eric Clapton [Cream], Ginger Baker [Cream], Steve Winwood [Traffic AND Spencer Davis Group] and Ric Grech [Family])

Day 6 - 37 -- Folk Infused Rock and Roll

In class this week, we covered many artists and their influence on popular music. One of particular interest, affected the folk music scene of the 1960s bringing in aspects of rock and roll. He brought an electric guitar to an acoustic folk festival -- scandalous in that time. This songwriter, author, film maker and poet found ways of integrating political awareness into music -- to write about something that mattered. This elevated the content of rock and roll.

I share two songs here tonight. The first is the song that was performed at the Newport Folk Festival when he 'went electric'. The second highlights his tremendous poetic abilities -- something that led to his receipt of the Nobel Prize in Literature. Enjoy!

Like a Rolling Stone -- Bob Dylan

 Mr. Tambourine Man -- Bob Dylan

Day 6 - 36 -- Back in Time

I spent most of the day preparing a presentation about an historical research project. This project centres on the changes in health policy that began in the mid-19th century. Setting my brain to understand the ideas and social mores of the time becomes key to making sense of it all. So -- today I was living in Victorian London -- at least in my mind <smile>. Gaining an appreciation of the social beliefs and scientific constructs of the day is fascinating. Over the weekend I watched a television drama that took place in 1854 in London. There was no mention of the date, but when I began recognizing characters before they were introduced by name, I realized that I have gained some understanding of the major players. Two of these characters championed major changes in public health approaches during a time when these were not well received by bureaucrats, general public or other health professionals. They began a conversation that lasted decades -- at which points big changes began to appear.

I'm sure the people at the centre of a process designed to effect change must feel alone and defeated at times. Yet, their firm belief that a change is necessary and will benefit society keeps them advocating for something new. Without such individuals leading the way, we might remain at the point of  "we've always done it this way". Perhaps the time it takes to change such beliefs and values lies in the disruption of a change process -- something that brings with it fear, anger, anxiety. Rocking the boat doesn't work for everyone in the boat or on the shore. The more entrenched the process at the crux of a change, the longer such a change may take. Hmmm

The selection for the day deals with time travel, which is how I felt today. This song is wonderful musically and lyrically. Enjoy!

Traveller in Time -- Uriah Heep

Day 6 - 35 -- Another New Year's Eve

Tonight is Lunar New Year's Eve, the third 'start' since January 1st. The Lunar New Year marks the beginning of the two week spring festival. The celebration ushers in the year of the pig, which signifies wealth and fortune. Tonight celebrants often participate in a reunion dinner. Friends and family gather over a meal of favourite foods. Tonight I ate at home but had eaten with a friend twice over the weekend. Tomorrow as New Year's Day forbids cleaning for fear of sweeping away good fortune. So -- I have a reason to ignore those tasks <smile>.

I experienced New Year's Eve and Day in Hong Kong many years ago. It was the year of the Horse. The streets were filled with people purchasing new clothes and household items -- so many people in one area was amazing. We saw fireworks over the harbour and a lion dance in the hotel lobbey. On New Year's Day, the two week vacation began for many residents. Needless to say the airport resembled a sardine tin -- people were packed throughout the buildings. Keeping our original flights became challenging as the gate agents tried their best to transfer us to different flights since they'd overbooked. Imagine <sigh>>  We stood our ground -- literally and figuratively -- and kept our original itinerary. The flight was fare from the best as the attendants hid out in the galley for most of the flight. There was some job action occurring around that time and we just lucked into less than helpful staffing. The flight duration was 10 hours, so some water might have been useful. Toilets stopped working and many other nasty things happened. But, we survived and got into Vancouver early. We left Hong Kong past noon and arrived in Vancouver at 6 AM on the same calendar day. That was cool <smile>.

The recording shared tonight came to mind and caused me to laugh. Trying to find a song that might fit the day seemed difficult and then this fun, short recording came to the forefront. Enjoy!

Peter Percival Patterson's Pet Pig Porky -- The Monkees (Peter Tork)

Day 6 - 34 -- What if . . .?

A day in popular music history -- the day the music died. Sixty years ago a small plane crashed just after takeoff in the midst of a snowstorm in Iowa. On board were Buddy Holly (22 years old), J.P Richardson --The Big Bopper (28)), and Richie Valens (17). They and the pilot were killed. Other artists from the Winter Dance Party Tour continued travel on the bus with faulty heating. Two of those travelers nearly took the plane instead. Firstly, Dion didn't want to pay the extra fee, but Waylon Jennings did and then gave up his seat for Richardson who had a cold. Tommy Alsup lost a coin toss with Valens and traveled by bus. Many say that Holly was a very important influence on early rock and roll. Valens was an early latino mainstream singer. It is interesting to ponder what music would have looked like had they lived.

Two songs that come to mind on this day have been shared here before -- Don McLean's 'American Pie' and Waylon Jennings 'Old Friend.' Each deals with the pain felt on hearing the news of the crash with the latter dealing with demons carried around for years by Jennings. Instead of revisiting those songs today, I'd like to revisit the love songs written for the women in the lives of Holly and Valens. Maria Elena and Buddy had been married for less than six months when he died. The high school sweetheart of Valens was named Donna; the song named for her was released as a single with La Bamba as the B-side. Enjoy!

True Love Ways -- Buddy Holly

Donna -- Richie Valens

Day 6 - 33 -- Future Predictions

Surprise! The rodents done't agree on winter or spring timing this year. I'm not sure why Shubenacadie Sam did not see his shadow as it was clear skies with sun most of the day. Sadly he has the highest accuracy rate of the ground hogs in Canada and the US. For the Maritimes, winter usually lasts 3 months. Yet, this season was upon us in a major way by November. Technically, the three month season should be over in a week or so and that is just not going to occur. Most of us are ready for spring to begin -- though sadly most don't understand the transitional nature of spring -- cold and warm days are involved. 

I find it interesting that such a furor appears on Ground Hog Day each year. Today weather network people asked the Ontario premier to make this day a provincial holiday. Really??! Many historical events and persons could be chosen for such a holiday, but a ground hog? Intriguing enough that people put faith in a hibernating rodent but celebrating beyond the fun of the morning spent at the burrow event seems especially odd. I'm not wanting to sound like a curmudgeon here, but think about it. <smile>

One song played over in my head during the day. It is from long ago and far away <smile>. It was recorded by a new young teen star. Enjoy!

Fortune Teller -- Bobby Curtola

Day 6 - 32 -- Near the Midpoint

A new month arrived today. Imagine! Wasn't it just the New Year? Many people have mentioned this in conversation today and in the days leading up to the calendar page turning time. Time moves quickly as we are busy looking to the future. Perhaps the speed with which time passes changes if we are focused on the future or the past rather than living in the moment. I'm not sure how to test that hypothesis <smile>. Something to ponder.

With the change in calendar comes midwinter. For those who dislike the season, this can sound dismal. I can walk that road easily, but when thinking through the process of change today, I noted that the sun sets later than it did a month ago. Instead of being full dark by 4:30, sunset now occurs at 5:15 PM (locally). That is a major change towards longer days -- something that brings the hope of spring and rebirth.

While we tend to think of time as moving quickly, this doesn't mean that life changes around us with the same speed. Tonight our community musical theatre group opened their February run of "Hairspray" -- to be played in three communities this year. The production was fantastic! Given the smaller stage, I wondered how the massive dance numbers would be staged. I wasn't disappointed. In fact the final scene involved 85 people on that little stage without the feeling of it being cramped and each one dancing and singing. The quality of these productions fascinates me since we have access to so much talent in such a tiny place. After the show I realized that the theme of tolerance carried throughout the play showed that we haven't moved quite as far as we could have in the intervening 50+ years. While some major steps forward occurred several 'hold outs' still exist. The work continues.

A song that fit the thoughts on the speed of time passing arrived abruptly in my head. It is from a musical that also dealt with tolerance and changes in belief structures. I've loved the lyrics of this song since the first time I heard it. Many metaphorical meanings exist within the words. Enjoy!

Sunrise, Sunset -- from Fiddler on the Roof (Movie)