From: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org (shindell-list-digest) To: shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Subject: shindell-list-digest V3 #382 Reply-To: shindell-list@smoe.org Sender: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk shindell-list-digest Friday, October 26 2001 Volume 03 : Number 382 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [RS] Lyrics to the new song [Charlie Hunter ] [RS] live tapes [Evan Hulka ] [RS] Re: Lyrics to the new song [Rongrittz@aol.com] [RS] Re: the new one [Kerry Bernard ] [RS] Re: I was blind, but now I see [LBECKLAW@aol.com] [RS] Re: indeed! [LBECKLAW@aol.com] [RS] lurker [Donna Myers ] [RS] Walls. Sorry, no richard content... [jim colbert Subject: [RS] Lyrics to the new song Dear All, Here's the lyrics to "I Am". Kerry or I (haven't yet delegated) will be posting info about how it'll be available shortly. - - Charlie I Am I am a stranded traveler I am the distant home I am the family waiting I am the silent phone I am the stricken faces I am the settling dust I am the strangerms shoulder I am the ocean breeze I am, I am, I am I am the coffee vendor I am the CPA I am the fireman climbing I am his newborn son I am the churches filling I am the passing peace I am the choir singing I am the swelling hymn I am, I am, I am I am my righteous anger I am the innocent I am a willing soldier I am a pacifist I am a child of freedom I am a patriot I am a voice dissenting I am American I am, I am, I am I am New York Harbor I am the Promised Land I am the closing borders I am the Rio Grande I am the River Jordan I am the raging sea I am a world in anguish I am a refugee I am, I am, I am I am a stranded traveler I am the distant home I am the strangerms shoulder I am the ocean breeze I am, I am, I am ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 08:45:54 -0400 From: Evan Hulka Subject: [RS] live tapes hi all... 've been meaning to post about this but got beaten to it... > Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2001 14:37:46 -0400 > From: Elwestrand > Subject: [RS] Too quiet out West > > Does anyone have a tape they could share of any of these new > shows? Especially of the new song? I have no idea when we will > see Richard on the West Coast again and I would really love to > hear this "special set." > I have stuff to trade. I don't have any of the "new" sets, but I have a few RS/C3 shows (along w/a bunch of other stuff that may or may not be of much interest to ppl on this list) -- if anyone's interested in trading, please drop me an email. (incidentally, Musictoday.com is listing a May 1st show in Seattle, venue TBA... which is disappointing to me b/c I don't get back to the West Coast until mid-May, so it's likely I'll just-miss him on *both* coasts for the second straight year... oh well.) Hulka ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 09:14:59 EDT From: Rongrittz@aol.com Subject: [RS] Re: Lyrics to the new song And for you guitar dweebs, it's in DADGAD with pretty simple chords. The transcription will be up shortly after the song is made available. RG ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 10:16:26 -0400 From: Kerry Bernard Subject: [RS] Re: the new one >any update on when the ep or single or whatever it's going to be, is going >to be available for purchase? All I can say for now is stay tuned. We're gettin' there... Oh so coy, Kerry ;) ================================================= Kerry Bernard kerry@younghunter.com Young/Hunter Management 781.643.2773 (ph) 350 Mass Ave, #230 781.643.0416 (fax) Arlington, MA 02474 http://www.younghunter.com ================================================== ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 11:13:18 EDT From: LBECKLAW@aol.com Subject: [RS] Re: I was blind, but now I see In a message dated 10/25/2001 5:16:05 PM Eastern Daylight Time, owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org writes: << It actually is the promotional compilation of three songs by Richard and three by Peter Mulvey. >> Norm, Thanks for clearing that up. One baby step forward towards the light... and maybe even towards finding one of these rare, coveted 3x2's. Where I come from it's either a photograph size or a lincoln log. Thanks again, Laura ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 11:14:28 EDT From: LBECKLAW@aol.com Subject: [RS] Re: indeed! In a message dated 10/25/2001 5:16:05 PM Eastern Daylight Time, owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org writes: << Why should Laura have all the fun... >> Well mebbe not ALL, but at least SOME, right? Laura ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 11:47:21 -0400 From: Donna Myers Subject: [RS] lurker My name is Donna and I have been lurking for a while now. Some of you may know me from the Lucy-list and some have met me at shows. I've enjoyed reading your posts and thought it was time to join. I saw Richard last week and was touched by "I Am". The most powerful and moving song I have ever heard. Richard's songs are truly amazing!! Donna ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 12:01:57 -0700 From: jim colbert Subject: [RS] Walls. Sorry, no richard content... Please forgive my self-indulgence, but I had shared this with someone off-list and they thought it was worth sharing on list. There is no R.C. (Richard Content.) So bail out now if ya need a dose of da man himself. Walls: a few thoughts on singing in public for the first time at age 39 and 363 days. I think there is a wall. It is a very big wall. Cold, stone, unforgiving. You look at it for years. And you hear music on the other side of that wall. It's beautiful music. But you look at that intimidating wall again. Better men than you have tried to scale it and didn't make it over. And it's easier to walk away from that wall than try to climb it. Maybe you even halfheartedly try a few times. And you just can't do it. "But this is hard, you think. This wall is for people with much more strength than me to climb." But the music yells to you sometimes. Sometimes it's even arrogant. Sometimes it is as seductive as a Siren. And sometimes it hurts to not even try to get over sometimes, but you just know you can't. And eventually it gets to be almost numbing, and you try not to hear it calling you. But you still really want to climb that wall. And you go on with life, but you still hear that music. Sometimes it's very faint, so faint you think maybe the music is gone. It never screams to you any more, at most it whispers, it teases you. And you run toward that wall, but you stop just before you get to the wall. "I couldn't get over that wall before," you think. "That music is really nice. But this wall is too high, and I'm too weak." You see the talented, and the strong, and you know they can't even see the wall you're talking about. Or worse yet, why you would even want to climb over some silly old wall when, heck, it's must-see night on NBC. And that's discouraging. Sometimes people even try to help you over that wall, and you can feel them pushing. But they're afraid to push too hard, and you're afraid you might hurt them if you lean on them too long for support. But you love them for trying, because you think maybe, just maybe, they can hear that music too, or maybe they can't at all, they just know you hear the music and that it's important to you. And that matters to them. And you hate yourself sometimes for feeling like you've given up on the wall, but it's too much. So you walk away again. And life resumes around you. But one day, you're looking elsewhere and you realize you're nearly over that wall and a wee bit of momentum and whoops! You're over. And the ground on the Other Side of the wall is not a drop at all, it is just a few feet down. So you go back to the wall and peer over, steadying yourself as you prepare to look down over that perilous height. And you look over, and you see it really wasn't as high a wall as you had believed at all. And you turn around and look around, you listen and drink in the music around you and for a second you glance back over your shoulder... and you're wondering where that wall was... Jim smack dab in the middle of State College PA ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 12:52:03 -0400 From: "Brian Williamson" Subject: Re: [RS] Walls. Sorry, no richard content... Jim, What a great post! Thank you. So much of your imagery rings true. We must remember, too, the reasons for that urge, that whisper that keeps coming back, no matter how many "Must-See Nights on NBC" we try to cover it over with. I guess you can call it the "Muse". Anyway, there are a lot of reasons for the Muse. One of them is that you can remember times during your life when maybe things were not so good. Then you heard "that song". It doesn't matter what song it was. In fact the actual song is many, many songs by many different artists. In fact the song changes month after month, year after year. But almost every time you were in a hole, that lifeline of a song eventually dangled its way to you. When (even at an advanced age (like 40 for me!)) you finally persevere to callous your fingertips to follow in that tradition of carrying the song to others, you continue to motivate yourself by thinking "...if I can send just one person off on their way humming this tune, and if the song does for them what it has done for me in the past, then I've really made a difference here". Guess we're being reflective today. brian. - ----- Original Message ----- From: jim colbert To: Sent: Friday, October 26, 2001 3:01 PM Subject: [RS] Walls. Sorry, no richard content... > Please forgive my self-indulgence, but I had shared this with someone > off-list and they thought it was worth sharing on list. There is no R.C. > (Richard Content.) So bail out now if ya need a dose of da man himself. > > > > Walls: a few thoughts on singing in public for the first time at age 39 > and 363 days. > > > > I think there is a wall. It is a very big wall. Cold, stone, > unforgiving. You look at it for years. And you hear music on the other > side of that wall. It's beautiful music. But you look at that > intimidating wall again. Better men than you have tried to scale it and > didn't make it over. > > And it's easier to walk away from that wall than try to climb it. > > Maybe you even halfheartedly try a few times. And you just can't do it. > "But this is hard, you think. This wall is for people with much more > strength than me to climb." But the music yells to you sometimes. > Sometimes it's even arrogant. Sometimes it is as seductive as a Siren. > And sometimes it hurts to not even try to get over sometimes, but you > just know you can't. And eventually it gets to be almost numbing, and > you try not to hear it calling you. > > But you still really want to climb that wall. > > And you go on with life, but you still hear that music. Sometimes it's > very faint, so faint you think maybe the music is gone. It never screams > to you any more, at most it whispers, it teases you. > > And you run toward that wall, but you stop just before you get to the > wall. "I couldn't get over that wall before," you think. "That music is > really nice. But this wall is too high, and I'm too weak." You see the > talented, and the strong, and you know they can't even see the wall > you're talking about. Or worse yet, why you would even want to climb > over some silly old wall when, heck, it's must-see night on NBC. And > that's discouraging. > > Sometimes people even try to help you over that wall, and you can feel > them pushing. But they're afraid to push too hard, and you're afraid you > might hurt them if you lean on them too long for support. But you love > them for trying, because you think maybe, just maybe, they can hear that > music too, or maybe they can't at all, they just know you hear the music > and that it's important to you. And that matters to them. And you hate > yourself sometimes for feeling like you've given up on the wall, but > it's too much. So you walk away again. > > And life resumes around you. > > But one day, you're looking elsewhere and you realize you're nearly over > that wall and a wee bit of momentum and whoops! You're over. And the > ground on the Other Side of the wall is not a drop at all, it is just a > few feet down. So you go back to the wall and peer over, steadying > yourself as you prepare to look down over that perilous height. And you > look over, and you see it really wasn't as high a wall as you had > believed at all. And you turn around and look around, you listen and > drink in the music around you and for a second you glance back over your > shoulder... > > and you're wondering where that wall was... > > Jim > smack dab in the middle of State College PA ------------------------------ End of shindell-list-digest V3 #382 ***********************************