finally found something to take my mind off that depressing virus..

[btthegreat]

One of my all time favorite musical artists in a concert I have heretofore never seen. From 1968 a concert including Simon, Garfunkel and a surprisingly gifted Ed Simon. It includes a couple you are familiar with, a couple you are not. Pure genius here.

We need to stop living and breathing a tragedy, and hang around some fine art, music, dance and theater. It heals our soul.

Post others please. a painting, a comedy sketch, some modern or classical dance, a band doing its thing. We need the break!

 

[btthegreat]

Another treat from another era. Its a plain curtain, a bench with Carol Burnett and Julie Andrews. if this doesn't do it, you are dead inside. If you are impatient just want a suggestion of their incredible comedic, dramatic and musical talents go to 6:10 as they work over a West Side Story number.

 

[Daisy]

How about a lil Andy?:2razz:

 

[Moonglow]

How about something from this century?

 

[Daisy]

 

[Daisy]

How about something from this century?

Nah...too close to 2020...:2razz:

 

[dave8383]

 

[btthegreat]

You want something suggesting wholesome, amusing and light, as a medicinal for depressing news, you can't do better than the Andy Griffith show except....

 

[Daisy]

Reminds me of this episode of Andy...:2razz:

 

[btthegreat]

Just to broaden this beyond music and the theatrical arts. A Poem: "Magdalen Walks" by Oscar Wilde about Spring.
The little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.

A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.

And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.

And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.

See! the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And flashing adown the river, a flame of blue!
The kingfisher flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.


And now a painting on the same theme. This is Henri Labasque 1913 "Spring Landscape"

 

[Daisy]

I've always appreciated the words of the Serenity Prayer...

 

[dave8383]