Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
I cannot conceive why anyone would deliberately sail/motor into a gale force wind. To be perfectly clear, my admiration is great. Some women are braver than others I guess. I know I’m rambling but someone somewhere will understand what I’m talking about. This would probably be my last thought faced with rough weather. Enjoy.
Stay safe, everyone. Leave the boating until finer weather.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
Several years ago I was a member of an Aussie secular gospel choir. That must sound really weird to some, secular and gospel being quite the opposite of one another. I suppose what motivated me to join was an interest in history and social justice issues. For my Friday song pick, I have chosen one of the gospel songs that I learnt in that choir. I particularly like this rendition by the Detroit Mass Choir. Enjoy.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
A report on an investigation into alleged war crimes carried out by Australian soldiers in Afghanistan was released yesterday (19 November 2020). The investigation found credible evidence that war crimes had been committed. The Chief of the Australian Defence Force noted the report’s findings that a warrior culture and toxic competitiveness contributed to the breakdown in military discipline (a transcript of his remarks was published by the Australian Broadcasting Corporation).
In other words, the people involved and the people that enabled the crimes, were bullies (or complicit, or rendered powerless). Bullying has become entrenched in Australian society so we shouldn’t be surprised. The national infatuation with the ANZAC myth and our war legacy, has become a form of national narcissism which diminishes us all and fails our servicemen and women. Justice must be served for the victims of these alleged war crimes.
It seems trite to finish these comments with a music selection, but that’s why I’m here, so let’s get on with it.
Bird poetry – Little Eagle (Hieraaetus morphnoides)
The Little Eagle is a small eagle about the size of a peregrine falcon. It has a wingspan of about 100cm. It is listed as vulnerable in the Australian Capital Territory and New South Wales.
We saw this one soaring over the Australian National Botanic Gardens in late winter. My True Love and I managed to find a break in the trees to capture this photo (cropped within an inch of its life).
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
Some men can’t take no for an answer, can they? It’s very boring. It’s not like they are god’s gift to women, nationhood, civilisation or the like. Such men need a parody of a song and we are just the people to sing it.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
I’m a bit stuck for words, so let’s get straight to the song. Such a versatile one. Perhaps I’ve already had this song? I can’t remember. Anyway, stay calm – although admittedly that’s a bit difficult when Rome burns.
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 