Because Someone Asked

Just because someone asked for a tune, I’ll post one.

But you must know that this blog is going away soon. I’m not going to renew the domain or my hosting plan. I just can’t justify the expense any longer. I really do appreciate all the comments and follows from everybody. But the drive is gone. Maybe one day I’ll return with something. You just never know.

I’ve chosen an artist that I’ve featured in a “What’s Stuck In My Head” post, and he could be listed on the “Guitar Gods” as well as my “Singer – Songwriters” lists. That isn’t all the surprising, there are many folks that fit all those categories in my head.

Today, it’s time for Graham Anthony Barnes to step into the spot light. Who? You might ask? You’d know him better as the front man of the blues and rock band Ten Years After, Alvin Lee. Ten Years After’s set at the Woodstock festival was simply amazing, with “I’m Going Home” becoming a big hit from the soundtrack album. It was their 1971 hit “I’d Love To Change The World” that opened my eyes to his guitar work. It was still several years before I knew his name though. Believe me, I never forgot that name.

I have always been a fan of slow blues, which is probably why I enjoy Eric Clapton’s work so much. He didn’t get the nickname of Slowhand for nothing. And while Alvin can shred a fret board like no one else, his phrasing during his solos is above compare. He does a bit of each in this track.

This song comes from the album Nineteen Ninety-Four released oddly enough in 1994. Here in the states it was titled I Hear You Rocking. I fail to understand why record companies have to change the song lists and titles when exporting albums across the pond. Just release the album as is world-wide. But, they didn’t ask my opinion.

So here’s Alvin Lee solo and The Bluest Blue. Enjoy!


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St. Brigid’s Day

I am not a religious person.  I wouldn’t put myself in that odd “spiritual, but not religious” group.  I guess, I just don’t faith in anything anymore.  But today is St Brigid’s Day.  For the Celts this was also known as Imbolc, and for some reason, the first day of spring.  Seems a bit early for spring to me.  I guess they were wishing for spring like weather.

Brigid was, before the early Roman Christians subverted her into a saint, worshiped as a goddess by the Celtic people.  I’m not going to get into the history of Brigid, either as a goddess or a Christian saint.  But from what I’ve read, she must have enjoyed her beer.  There is a wonderful story of how she turned water into beer.  And for me personally, that’s much better than turning anything into wine.  The only thing better would have been turning the water into a nice malt whisky.  But that’s not how the story goes.

The story goes that one day, while working in a leper colony, she discovered to her horror that they had run out of beer.

It’s important to understand that in those times, centuries ago, beer was consumed on a daily basis as a source of hydration and nourishment.

In any case, back in those times many of the water sources close to villages and towns were often polluted to the point where consumption would likely result in illness or, worse still, death.

Alcohol offered an (almost) germ free alternative and was almost as good as any meal of the era.

So, to be faced with a beer drought was nothing short of disastrous.

Not that it mattered all that much to St Brigid.

Channeling a little divine intervention, she answered the prayers of the thirsty lepers under her charge by turning the water they used to bathe into not just any beer, but a genuinely brilliant beer that was enjoyed by one and all.

Her water-based exploits don’t end there either.

Another part of the legend says St Brigid also succeeded in turning dirty bathwater into beer for the clerics visiting the leper colony where she was based.

There’s even a tale of her supplying some eighteen churches with enough beer to last from Holy Thursday through to the end of Easter despite only having one barrel to her name.

Whether fact or fiction, one thing appears undeniable: St Brigid liked beer.

In any case, her legend lives on through St Brigid’s Day and literature like the famous 10th century poem that speaks of her efforts in giving “a lake of beer to God.” Amen to that.

Beat that (Saint) Patrick.

And here’s the poem the above post mentioned.  I would also like to point out that wifey posted this poem many years ago over on FarceBook, I mean Facebook, and a shit storm followed.  Several folks of a much more conservative religious view than ours took much umbrage at the mention of beer and god in the same article.

It would appear that these folks didn’t seem to understand that in the 10th century or so, when the poem is said to have written, the water wasn’t fit to drink as the post quoted above mentions.  Some folks just don’t get it.  </sigh>

 I'd like to give a lake of beer to God.
 I'd love the heavenly
 Host to be tippling there
 For all eternity.
 I'd love the men of Heaven to live with me,
 To dance and sing.
 If they wanted, I'd put at their disposal
 Vats of suffering.
 White cups of love I'd give them
 With a heart and a half;
 Sweet pitchers of mercy I'd offer
 To every man.
 I'd make Heaven a cheerful spot
 Because the happy heart is true.
 I'd make the men contented for their own sake.
 I'd like Jesus to love me too.
 I'd like the people of heaven to gather
 From all the parishes around.
 I'd give a special welcome to the women,
 The three Mary’s of great renown.
 I'd sit with the men, the women and God
 There by the lake of beer.
 We'd be drinking good health forever
 And every drop would be a prayer.

A blessed Imbolc to everyone!


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So Tired..

I apologize for the lack of recent posts, but the insomnia has returned. I really wanted to post something funny, but just can’t think of anything. There are new posts up on my Genealogy blog, but that’s it..

So I’ll leave you with this. Maybe next week will be better.


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