So the world is a circle.
My favorite tune for decades comes from Paul Winter's 1977
album/CD, the title tune, Common Ground.
"Voices are calling round the earth, music is rising in the sea
The spirit of morning fills the air
Guiding my journey home
Where is the path beyond the forest
Where is the song I always knew
I remember it just around the bend
In the village, the music never ends ..."
I assumed it was a product of the Paul Winter Consort.
The only album credit is to the guy who sings it, Jim Scott.
He was the Consort's guitarist.
Last month, I discover Jim Scott in his garden on youtube--now 40 years older.
He sings Common Ground.
But his second verse is new! It doesn't rhyme.
The new verse:
"Somewhere is the melody we need
There is a certain harmony
Even a rhythm in the trees
In the song that we've always known
As every road comes to its end,
Every path must cross again
Now I'm returning to my heart
Back to the sound that is our own... "
A web search for that lyric produces a new clue: Velho Sermão.
That's Portugese!
Translation: Old/Ancient Lesson.
I enter the Portugese title into youtube. Deep dive.
Paul Winter's Common Ground came out in 1976.
But Velho Sermao was on another artist's Lp the previous year, 1975.
Scott's new verse is a literal translation of Portugese into English from the original recording.
Of course! The world is a circle!
I have every album by Ivan Lins, who actually wrote Velho Sermao.
He's been Brazil's premier tunesmith for decades.
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The bugs are back. Pollens drift. Eyes itch. Hear that
rhythm in the trees? Every path must cross again ...
Sweet.
Paul Winter, Common Ground:
https://youtu.be/EAIxjjPiDTs
Jim Scott, Common Ground
https://youtu.be/LpppGJlYeLs
Ivan Lins, Who Actually Wrote the Song:
https://youtu.be/vRR_pgprTpQ
3 comments:
First post! Remember when that used to be a thing? Sorry if that sounds a bit “troll-ish” in view of the torrent of posting going on here. How you been Dunf? If brevity is the soul of wit then you look as sharp as ever! You put me in mind of my uncle Ray, judging by some of the pictures posted here. He spent the last half of his life at his cottage and passed on at the age of 97. We had moved him in to a retirement home in Norwood after cleaning out his apartment in town. Later in the year we cleared out his old cottage. I was keen to find any old treasures that I could recall from the few weeks I had spent there in summer of ‘66 and ‘67 (especially the Playboy mags my Aunt and Uncle had hastily stuffed in the attic hatch - man, a 13 year old boy can find that stuff like a Kentucky bloodhound). My bachelor Uncle was never a stickler for housekeeping but after the squirrels got in the place really went to seed. I did find some old Super8 films in a box and I made it my mission to digitize these for the benefit of family and posterity. I even bought a Super8 projector on Kijiji (which was supposed to work but when I got it home it needed fixing - man, if you can’t trust strangers on the internet, who CAN you trust...) There I am, late at night, trying to optimize the size and focus of these blurry old films as I project them onto the white wall of my living room, my wife calling me to come to bed, I’m making videos of them on my cellphone camera - I’m in my own little time warp... A year or so later my wife and I are returning from a trip to Ottawa and, since it’s along the way home, decide to stop and see my Uncle who is in hospital at Campbellford. He was sleeping a lot at that point but he woke up for us and we had a nice visit. I remembered that I had some of these old video clips on my iPhone. He seemed more impressed by the fact that I had video on my phone than the images of his relatively young and vigorous self, picking a couple of fresh-caught walleyes up off the dock and walking off camera, his beloved Beagle “Spunky” following after. It was mighty boring in that place. I like to think those vids paid a big dividend for all the time and trouble that went in to converting them. My uncle passed a couple days later. Anyway, Dunf, the point of the story could be to say ( in a voice like Red Green) “Don’t let the squirrels get in your underwear drawer”. I’ll be checking in on you...
P.S. if you want to see any of my uncle’s clips send me a message and I’ll drop you a download link. I think you’d like them...
Hey gooseman...
I'm really touched by your thoughts here.
Only one squirrel got in my house, so the skivvies are safe.
I have no way of getting a note to you other than here.
I'd very much like to put your whole comment up on the main blog.
I think readers would love your sweet memories of your uncle.
If that's possible, shoot me a line at pagesixdunford@gmail.com
Again, there's a lump in my throat, bud.
Many, many thanks.
--dunf
Sorry I only saw this recently. I sent you a WeTransfer link for the home movies and then a second one today that is a little more downloadable (just one file).
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