Musicians and intimations of mortality

Pete Seeger was thirty years older than me, meaning he was that generation's definition of middle-aged when I first became aware of him. (Once upon a time 45 was middle-aged. How intensely strange.) And just hitting a new stride, which is more than a lot of the 60s generation of musicians can say. Back in the 70s and 80s, the idea of major musicians still being *alive* at 45 seemed uncertain.

Oddly, I didn't know him as a singer the way a lot of younger people did. Maybe it's the nationality? He was evidently a Living National Treasure in the US, very close to its history. I learned him from the next generation down-- Baez, Dylan, Peter Paul and Mary, the Kingston Trio, Judy Collins, even The Byrds: I'd have been surprised to learn as a teenager that Turn Turn Turn was his, and The Bells of Rhymney, which is half his.

So I'm not devastated by his death: 'he lived a good life and he had a good end'. More, good-bye and thanks for all the songs.
( All past years )

Seriously, guys?

Amazing Interior Design Ideas--

for the rich, as someone said

for those who live in the tropics (and even so, an always open entrance in any place with wind and rain?) (And even so, the tropics aren't guaranteed to stay that way)

for those with no acrophobia *at all*.

The staircase bookcase and outdoor office OTOH....

Gifts fom the Friends' FL

If you need a concrete example of how I define fantoddy, this picture gets it in one. Mind, Caspar David Friedrich pretty much had fantod in his blood.

As an example
and another
and a third.

Nothing definably wrong, nothing at all right. The way an MR James story feels before the horrors start to appear.

(Note also, other online versions of A Walk at Dusk make it look much more crepuscular.)