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When we were little, our parents played us all kinds of music–from Ledbelly to Portuguese ballads to Pete Seeger to French chansons, and of course, much more besides, classical to modern. Attending the concerts was not always my favorite part (I still remember my indignation at discovering that having sung some long tedious bit in the Messiah, the singers would then REPEAT IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN–had they no shame?)
I always particularly loved Léo Ferré’s unabashedly sentimental song about the brave but starving artistes of Saint-Germain-des-Prés–silly and yet irresistible. I have put together some images and made a short animation of the song, here. If you are using a Flash-phobic Apple device (DAMN that Steve Jobs) I have also put it up on Youtube, here.
And in looking up Ferré’s details, I found that he also wrote another of my favorites, Pauvre Rutebeuf, which I only knew from Joan Baez’s interpretation. Of which I also made an animation, several years ago.
And I listened to some of his other songs, including the devastatingly sad Avec le temps (link has film clip and translation).
Why do we enjoy listening to sad songs? And yet, we do.
Or at least, I do.
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
On oublie le visage et l’on oublie la voix…


In time …
In time, it goes, everything goes away.
We forget the face and we forget the voice…

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I was given to understand that the venerable sleigh bed in one of the tiny upstairs bedrooms was UNACCEPTABLE and that sleeping on it was quite impossible. Princesses and Peas came to mind. HOWEVER, being a loving parent, I hastened to purchase a more comfortable bed (from Amazon, of course), and had to have the peccant article removed to make room for its replacement. I have found that CraigsList is astonishingly effective, particularly for items in the FREE category. Rugs doused with cat pee, furniture with wonky legs, and broken air conditioners have been enthusiastically scooped up by members of the public. So when I published the ad for the FREE sleigh bed, I was not surprised by the multiple instant responses. As is the honorable custom, I gave it to the first person to respond, who arrived within an hour to collect it. Joy and I had sweated and struggled to bring the various parts of it downstairs, and it was all neatly stacked by the window. The mighty hero who picked it up–a powerful black man (who told us he worked for Georgetown Day School, where 3 of the 4 Robbins kids had gone to school, SMALL WORLD, no?) first took the wooden bits out to his car, and then returned for the rest. He picked up the MATTRESS IN ONE HAND AND THE BOX SPRING IN THE OTHER, and bidding us adieu, strode out the door. WHOA! HERCULES! We were fainting with admiration!
So, here is the story from the cat point of view. They didn’t notice Hercules so much, as they were hiding in the basement.

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Another chapter in the thrilling Madawaska cat saga!

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Bertie has been thrilled with my recent fling with detective shows, and simply CAN’T WAIT for the next episode. He is a real fan!

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Beatrice had pointed out this excellent song by Tom Waits to me some time ago, and it stuck in my mind. I always liked him, an interesting fellow I first came across back in the 60’s. We saw him at a club in Georgetown, long gone now, what was it called–? Ah yes! The Cellar Door! Many many fine shows there over the years, including the one with Tom Waits. Who was the opening act to someone– John Denver, perhaps? who held not the slightest interest for us, so once Tom W had finished, we started chatting and were instantly asked to shut up or leave, as we were disturbing the devotees of the main act. We left. Grand place, the Cellar Door! I find that its end was somewhat ignominious–closed down by the DC fire marshall for repeatedly hosting audiences much larger than the license allowed, PLUS misreporting the liquor sales.

The building is now a Philadelphia Cheesesteak Factory. Sic transit gloria mundi.

Anyway, Tom Waits has gone from strength to strength, and continues to produce interesting music. This song, God’s Away on Business, has been singing in my brain all month. Here is my illustrated version:

God’s Away on Business

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