Ordinary finds
From the latest hit to the wisdom of old...
It’s been several years now that we’ve celebrated Judith Golden’s birthday (she is 69 today) with images from her unique Tarot deck…
This year has been very up-and-down so far, so here is Judith’s take on the Wheel of Fortune…
2000-2006 - hand colored archival ink jet print on rag paper
Mickey Newbury — The Future`s Not What It Used To Be
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Mickey Newbury: The Future’s Not What it Used to Be - from Frisco Mabel Joy, 1971
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Birthday of one of my favorite song-writers, Mickey Newbury (May 19, 1940 - 2002), who has languished on the verge of being forgotten for a long time now…
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One of the finest and most underrated songwriters of the early ’70s: Jesse Winchester, 69 today…
Jesse Winchester: Payday - from Jesse Winchester, 1970
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Jonathan Richman — Velvet Underground
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Jonathan Richman: Velvet Underground - from I, Jonathan, 1992
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Jonathan Richman: When She Kisses Me - from Having a Party with Jonathan Richman, 1991
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Jonathan Richman (b. May 16, 1951), always youthful, energetic and positive, is a seminal figure in rock and folk-inspired song-writing (he is so unique that labels quite fail me here). Who else sings about their ill-fitting jeans or a chewing gum wrapper on the sidewalk, with intense and real feeling?
“I decided as a kid I wanted to be a baseball player. Then I wanted to paint pictures and from there I decided I wanted to sing.” — Jonathan Richman
Photo of a youthful JoJo showing us his moves…
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Today the great American feminist poet, Adrienne Rich, would have turned 84…
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Adrienne Rich: What Kind of Times Are These
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.
I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled
this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.
I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.
And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it’s necessary
to talk about trees.
Ray Federman, young and dashing here, ca. 1973, changed tenses some three and a half years ago, but that shan’t stop us here at OF celebrating his 85th birthday today!
“True cynics are often the kindest people, for they see the hollowness of life, and from the realization of that hollowness is generated a kind of cosmic pity…” — Raymond Federman, The Twofold Vibration
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Eno is 65 today…
Brian Eno: On Some Faraway Beach - from Here Come the Warm Jets, 1974
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