PUBLIC MARKS with tag blues

Le site sur le travail d'Alan Lomax

Summertime ♫ http://blip.fm/~4wd8 [from http://twitter.com/kemar/statuses/914983158]

Check out these podcasts from WXPN's list: (1) World Cafe Next from WXPN is a weekly podcast showcases new, under-the-radar artists. (2) World Cafe Words and Music weekly podcast has interviews and performances by some of today's most amazing musicians. (3) The Blues File from WXPN keeps you up explores the blues. (4) The yPod podcast has interviews and live sessions with independent rock artists. (5) Echoes, features a variety of styles, acoustic, electronic music, jazz, space music, avant-garde, ambient, and rock. Echoes also has Living Room Concerts, live performances recorded in musicians' homes or in studios. Finally, don't miss npr's podcast directory at the bottom of the page. It connects to over 600 podcasts.

Bonsoir Un petit coucou,le temps de faire passer l'info.JAZZ RADIO a,maintenant, quatre petites soeurs pour lui tenir compagnie.BLACK MUSIC,BLUES,LADIES&CROONERS,LOUNGE.Un beau programme en perspective!N'oubliez-pas non plus de visiter les podcasts. Recommande par JAZZETAILLEURS:http://jazzetailleurs.blogspot.com/

Seasick Steve

Quinta-feira, Setembro 07, 2006 Dois clássicos da minha geração: “tudo que eu não sei sobre o amor” e “ode mundana”.

A Copywriter's Blues ( http://acopywritersblues.splinder.com/ ) becomes a Facebook group

Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H. Auden

Banny B. Harmoniciste,

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