From: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org (good-noise-digest) To: good-noise-digest@smoe.org Subject: good-noise-digest V5 #68 Reply-To: good-noise@smoe.org Sender: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk good-noise-digest Saturday, July 20 2002 Volume 05 : Number 068 Today's Subjects: ----------------- John Gorka photos ["josanne" ] The Power of Folk Music [ThePsyche@aol.com] Re: The Power of Folk Music [SMOKEY596@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 00:29:13 +0200 From: "josanne" Subject: John Gorka photos Hi Gorka friends, I found a lot of wonderfull good quality photos from John Gorka on http://outtasightsandsounds.com/photos/gorka/gorka.html and on http://outtasightsandsounds.com/photos/gorka/doubles/doubles.html (with Jennifer Kimball) ofcourse you also can go to my "John Gorka video site" on http://surf.to/johngorka Have a nice weekend, Jos van vliet (josvanvliet@freeler.nl) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 22:36:29 EDT From: ThePsyche@aol.com Subject: The Power of Folk Music I was talking with a friend. Her Mom died in 1998. She was telling me how she was contentedly watching her 2 1/2 year old son play when her thoughts turned to her Mom. In her mind she suddenly saw her, the way her eyes crinkled just so when she smiled and the wrinkles that appeared sweet and strong around her lips as she smiled, especially when holding a grandbaby. She was realizing that this little one, Mac, would never know that smile or feel the touch of his Nana. He would never run around the room squealing with delight as she chased him threatening a big wet Nana kiss. His brother and sister, much older, hold memories of her....but not Mac. As she saw that face in her minds eye it became clearer when she looked at her boy. She was suddenly overcome with sadness and grief, like she felt for sometime right after the death. She was surprised, where did it come from she wondered? She tried to shake it off and pull herself back into the midst of the beautiful summer day and as she did she began to wonder, "Where did all that come from?" As she cleared her mind of her sadness, she heard the music playing on her CD player: It's tough before the aftermath Waiting for the sky to rain I'm almost through this thorny patch That I will not go through again... That I will not go through again...That I will not go through again Standing on a broken path Waiting for the sky to rain When her Mom was dying, she was in Florida. She and her sisters spent their days sitting at Mom's bedside waiting for the inevitable. Her husband and children where back here, waiting for a call to come. All of us here, her friends rallied to help with chores and meals for the kids, but I was always thinking of Shirley and who was taking care of her. While she was gone, the new Gorka CD arrived in the mail, After Yesterday. I sent it off to her, fed exed it so she would have it the next day...music to help her along this tough road. She is my Gorka buddy, the one who travels with me at great distance to help me feed my musical addictions. I hesitated, almost did not send the CD, wondering if the music would be forever associated with her mother's dying days. I decided that might not be the worst thing, the worst thing was already in front of her...her Mom in a coma....everyone waiting for her to die....to be at peace. She was glad I sent it. So, she told me today, as we sat and talked in her yard, watching out children play, about seeing her Mother's face and making the connection to the music. The music brought her Mother's face to her. She was right back there, feeling the pain of that loss. The music brought the memory of a face with eyes that crinkled and a smile full of wrinkles. We looked at our hands, finding it remarkable that they were the hands of our mothers.....then I saw Shirley smile and her eyes crinkled and I saw Nana too and smiled back at her. After Yesterday....a CD about life and new beginnings for John, is the soundtrack in another person's life that recalls death and endings. Amazing...the power of folk music. I hope all turns well in your parts of the world Gorkaheads. Namaste, Bryn, the music junkie ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 01:49:14 EDT From: SMOKEY596@aol.com Subject: Re: The Power of Folk Music Kumbaya baby! :-) Thank you for the heartfelt post, Bryn. An especially poignant story on this day of sorrow at the loss of Dave Carter. I am so grateful to be a part of a community that thinks about, cares about, writes about, and feels such things. Peace to you all this night. SMOKEY Hertz & Alderdice www.HertzandAlderdice.com ------------------------------ End of good-noise-digest V5 #68 *******************************