Vera Smiles

Vera and AnaisMaile knows a wonderful Russian woman named Vera who studied drama and taught it to kids. So when we were looking for someone to speak Russian for a kid’s album I’m working on, Vera immediately came to mind. Tonight she came over, preformed and translated this poem.

Smile.mp3
Smile.aif

Улыбка

От улыбки хмурый день светлей!
От улыбки в небе радуга проснется.
Поделись улыбкою своей
И она к тебе не раз еще вернется!

И тогда наверняка вдруг запляшут облака,
И кузнечик запиликает на скрипке!
С голубого ручейка начинается река,
Ну а дружба начинается с улыбки!

Smile

With a smile a cloudy day brightens!
With a smile the world is colored like a rainbow.
Share your smile with a friend
And your smile will return to yo!

And suddenly clouds will be dancing
And the cricket will play the violin!
With a blue stream the river begins,
So friendship starts with a smile!

Vera and Anais

Addison Skates Austin

Since Maile’s skater-cousin Addison arrived in Austin to work for a few weeks, we’ve been spending weekends hanging at skate parks and discovering new spots. I alternate between remembering how to ride a skateboard and shooting pics and vids of him.

Finally, today, Adds and I cranked out a little montage of the best footage we’d got so far. We were pleased.

self-portrait

Addison Skates

SXSW2010: Timber Timbre at Red's Scoot Inn

Thanks to Lib, I got out to hear a great Montreal band called Timber Timbre. I thought of M Ward singing Tom Waits. Taylor Kirk delivers his wonderful lyrics, a kind of carnival biblical blues (Waits, Cohen) with a steady kick and occasional intense twitch. And on either side of him eerie, atmospheric strings, a violin and a steel guitar, both through arrays of haunting effects. Wonderful show.

TImber Timbre @ Red's Scoot Inn SXSW2010

Avocado by Gary Snyder

The Dharma is like an Avocado!
Some parts so ripe you can’t believe it.
But it’s good.
And other parts hard and green
Without much flavor,
Pleasing those who like their eggs well-cooked.

And the skin is thin,
The great big round seed
In the middle,
Is your own Original Nature –
Pure and smooth,
Almost nobody ever splits it open
Or tries to see
If it will grow.

Hard and slippery,
It looks like
You should plant it – but then
It shoots out thru the
fingers –

gets away.

Xmas on the Cul-de-sac

Below you will find the Xmas performances of my students and I at the house concert we had on the cul-de-sac where they all live.

To see photos of the evening, go to: http://www.flickr.com/photos/79775161@N00/sets/1636231/

Flea/Bee – Ian plays and Jason sings the song they wrote a few weeks ago.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Flea_Bee.mp3]
World War 3 – Katie sings and plays the song she wrote.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/World%20War%203.mp3]
Blowin’ in the Wind – Abby sings and plays Bob Dylan’s classic.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Blowin%27%20In%20The%20Wind.mp3]
Twist N’ Shout – The Guit’rs (Reed, Kyle, Jason) play the Beatles.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Twist%20n%27%20Shout.mp3]
But My Soul – The Guit’rs (Reed, Kyle, Jason) play a song written by Kyle and Jason.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/But%20My%20Soul.mp3]
Song for Andrew – The Guit’rs (Reed, Kyle, Jason) play a song written by
Kyle and Jason for Andrew for the first time.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Song%20For%20Andrew.mp3]
The Box – Ellyn Hickey tells the story she wrote about boy who was the prince of Egypt.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/The%20Box.mp3]
Angels We Have Heard On High – Abby sings and Jason plays the xmas classic.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Angels%20We%20Have%20Heard%20On%20High.mp3]
Jingle Bell Rock – Katie sings and plays.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Jingle%20Bell%20Rock.mp3]
Lord I Lift Your Name On High – Kyle plays and Jason sings a worship song.
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Lord%20I%20Lift%20Your%20Name%20On%20High.mp3]
Sing-along Medley – Overlookers: all together now!
[audio:http://jasonmolin.net/projects/austinguitar/mp3s/Culdexmas/Sing-along.mp3]

Fern Hill

Last Xmas, I helped my mom buy an old video of A Child’s Christmas In Wales, by Dylan Thomas. We watched the VHS tape on Christmas and it broke. So I was extatic when, as I was digging through the albums the other day at the thrift shop, I found a record of Dylan Thomas reading his own poetry: A Child’s Christmas In Wales and Five Poems. It was $1! I brought it home and digitized side 1, which contains his Christmas rememberance and Fern Hill, another of my mom’s favorite poems. I remember her qouting, “Time let me play and be golden in the mercy of his means,” about childhood.

Here is Fern Hill, read by Dylan Thomas with his elegent, sonorous, Welch lilt:

[audio:2005/Fern_Hill.mp3]

Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.