Fiona McCann
Blind Faith
 Those of you who are not music connasewers, connaisseurs--screw it--music enthusiasts will probably not know the group about which I am imminently to speak...or write. Click photo to view - image from the Blind Faith website They are called 'Blind Faith' and they consisted of, when they consisted of anyone, Ginger Baker, Eric Clapton, Ric Grech, and Stevie Winwood. You have to like to dig around in old music in order to know about some of these groups and their stuff. Of couse, any idiot knows who Eric Clapton is. You might also know Stevie Winwood. You might think that Ginger Baker OD'd a long time ago, but you would be wrong. He is still extant. I know these things because as I mentioned on 'fuise' the other day, my da was big into music and played it morning, noon and night. There was no genre he wasn't interested in, and I grew up listening to it all. Sometimes it drove me crazy because of the clash between the different kinds, but I'm really glad that it happened this way because now when someone mentions this or that, I at least have an inkling of what they are talking about--although I never became a specialist in any of it. I just knew what I liked. Now that I am a working woman and perpetually poor, I can't afford to buy it either, so I catch it where I can. That's one reason I think the net is so awesome. Every once in awhile you find a site that has a lot of goodies on it you can listen to. I don't make a habit of downloading music because I really have no desire to have the men in black coming to my room to lift me for:
I mean, a person can only live just so dangerously before they draw the line somewhere. So imagine my joy when I found this sweet site where you just click a link for a certain song and BANG, there it is playing. I think it is Real Player, but it happens so fast on my computer at work that I'm not quite sure. Of course, it doesn't happen at home at all. That's precisely why I have to move into my classroom. Really, there are several computers there, a humongously big and fast connection, lots of airy windows, great heat and air, proximity to vending machines with something similar to food and drink and not many people around at night and on weekends. What more could you ask for? I think the cats would like it. I know the bird might be freaked out at first because she dislikes anything new. She suffers from PTSD, having been abused as a child in the pet store. But I digress. I want to share this song with you, which you have probably never heard before, but which is one of my favourites. I could listen to it over and over, which is possible now, although for some reason, the students are starting to complain. It's called: CAN'T FIND MY WAY HOME (**Click on that title to listen to it - actual music is from Ray's site) {Winwood} Alamo Music, Inc. 1969 Come down off your throne And leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting so long Somebody holds the key Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time Well, I'm wasted and I can't find my way home Come down on your own And leave your money at home Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting all these years Somebody holds the key I'm near the end, and I just ain't got the time Oh, and I'm wasted, and I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home Still, I can't find my way home And, I ain't done nothing wrong But, I can't find my way home |
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