yesterdays past...futures gone...taughts for now...

Yesterdays past...futures gone...time seems alone...when music's tone...lie in photographs aged... whiskers...stubble on cheeks of tears...is it joy or sorrow...does it matter... reflection turns time too quick...cause and effect...change partners with affection...little effecting...as if to to say...the wait for now is nigh...without delay...

I was inspired by pics of old civil war photos and listening to Ashokan Fairwell just a bit ago...the music has lyrics...and tho known as a civil war song it was actually written in the 90's...so much for time

I would share the music with you ...but do not know how...you will recognize the music when you here...logo....shh!... '

minor note I edit small parts where the expression I want fits better... the word taught is a play on Hawaiian pidgin for thoughts...they are not taughts to you from me....they are thoughts I have willy nilly and they teach me...hokay editing pau...pidgin for done

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You're right about Ashokan Farewell. It sounds so very much like a genuine folk song from the Civil War era, that I for one was very surprised, even a little disappointed actually, to learn that it was indeed composed in 1982.

And as we might suspect, there are numerous renditions of it on the web. This one seems rather good:

/www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kZASM8OX7s

BTW, the opening lines of your initial post have such a poetic feel to them, that they almost versify themselves. For example, if I may:

Yesterdays past
Futures gone
Time seems alone.
When music's tone...lie in photographs aged.
Whiskers...stubble on cheeks of tears...is it joy or sorrow?
Does it matter?

Reflection turns time too quick...cause and effect.
Change partners with affection...little effecting...as if to say
The wait for now is nigh
Without delay.

It's something special when one's thoughts approach poetry.

Duke...I'm fine...trust all is well with you and yours...you still on Oahu?
81gy...that was a beautiful rendition...so glad you are hear...I was not really disappointed knowing the "timeline" of the music...tho I was shocked...I feel...that...itself...is the core of the poem...and know this...I do consider it a poem...( what follows bears nothing on my appreciating how you wrote the poem...I liked it...truly}I h...ave my own style and will not be fettered...by confinement...of past or future..or rules on creativity....now when I write...do I plan it all out...never...it starts with an inspiration...even that is nebulous...the words create them selves and in this poem...even "time' or lack thereof...played a part...I...of myself...could never have envisioned...does it matter When Ahshokan Farewell...was created...of course not...as you said it versified itself....as I said somewhere... and this is not mine..."I'm just a pilgrim looking for the city" I keep feeling Elvis said it...his gospel music is something special idk...Clocknut I love the fact that you play that to help those who grieve...a nice finishing touch...a place where people love and show their comonality with music...true to their intent... that is...well...truly timeless
On another note...Im finally back in the surf...a small{waist to chest high} but solid Tasmin swell with good energy has been holding on south shores...summer swells are coming....had a bunch of minor medical issues stack upp and kept me out of the water....lucky iwas ablle to hit the gym full on
One more thing...I know I know...anyway the group the played 81gy's were fascinating to just watch...amazing...

Happy memories! Ashokan Farewell -- I can barely play mandolin, but I was messing around one night attempting to play Kentucky Waltz in key of D. What came out instead was Ashokan Farewell, which I remembered from the Ken Burns Civil War series. Mando is tuned the same as a violin, so based on the infinite number of monkeys theory even I had a chance of stumbling onto it eventually.

FWIW Jay Unger, who wrote the tune, has a daughter named Ruth who played fiddle and other instruments (she could also tear it up on a ukulele, guitar, and blues harmonica) for a few years with a group called The Mammals (with Pete Seeger's grandson Tao on banjo and harmonica). I saw them at a couple of festivals. Like most bands, they came and went. But they had a few good years. The Mammals' cover of Richard Thompson's "1952 Vincent Black Lighting" is better than Thompson's original.

Jim

Bo, the Ken Burns Civil War series was really good stuff and the music was spot on.