#jethrotull

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As I look northward up NYS' Hudson Valley, with a wind tunnel 'direct to the Arctic' (it is said & felt on Manhattan's West Side).
This sprung to mind. "And so true"!

Cold Wind to Valhalla

It's been a while, and always a good time for Jethro Tull. Plus: "We're getting a bit short on heroes", and #ThrowbackTullDay

#Music #musica #musique #JethroTull #ColdWind #Valhalla #1975

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Drums, Percussion: Barrie Barlow
Violin: Bridget Procter
String Arranger: Dee Palmer
Conductor: Dee Palmer
Violin: Elizabeth Edwards
Flute: Ian Anderson
Acoustic Guitar: Ian Anderson
Producer: Ian Anderson
Lead Vocals: Ian Anderson
Backing Vocals: Ian Anderson
Bass Guitar: Jeffrey Hammond
Cello: Katharine Thulborn
Electric Guitar: Martin Barre
Violin: Patrick Halling
Violin: Rita Eddowes
Unknown: Robin Black
Writer: Ian Anderson

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Apropos, the hare and owl, kangaroo, & Jethro Tull too,
as narrated by Mr. Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond

JETHRO TULL´S "The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles"

Maybe even a 'roo / "kangaroo word" or two too.

Definitely not Aqualung and a long way from Sossity or Thick as a Brick. But yet again, a story...
Whatever, all for need of a good optician. (or is it musician?)

🐰 👓 🦉 🦘🎶

It's a #fable #JethroTull #music #musica #musique #musik #story #HammondHammond #spectacles

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Because, (bla bla bla)... Just enjoy!

It's prime Jethro Tull, doing one of their greatest live songs.
It starts off quiet, acoustic and then blasted the audience out of our skins with the first power chord.
This here, a decent online sample of liveTull in the daze.... (and they're still cooking, with a new album out this week!)

Jethro Tull - My God (Live At The Isle Of Wight 1970)

#JethroTull #IanAnderson #IsleOfWight #1970 #ClassicConcert #music #musica #musique #musik

Jethro Tull - My God (Nothing Is Easy - Live At The Isle Of Wight 1970)
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Meanwhile, back in the year one...

3/3- (Part 1 & 2 posted as one... this solo to allow for display of vid + lyrics easily.
An old fave, as we go slipping away down music lane...

Ian Anderson - Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day (Orchestral Jethro Tull)

Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day

Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn't stand a chance, son
If your pants were undone

'Cause you were bred, for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up, in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should've done
And as you cross the wilderness
Spinning in your emptiness
If you have to, pray
Looking for a sign, that the universal minds
Has written you into the passion play

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

And as you cross the circle line
Well, the ice wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only
Person sitting in the audience?

Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day

Skating away, skating away, skating away

#IanAnderson #JethroTull #SkatingAway #music #musica #musique #musika

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Here's a nice one for Jethro Tull / Ian Anderson - YouTube gods serving up a nice set! In orchestral (and recent) mode:

Ian Anderson - Calliandra Shade (Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull)

I sit in judgement on the market square
I have my favourite table and I have my chair
Natives are friendly and the sun flies high
All kinds of crazy waiters – they go drifting by

Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee
Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play
Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows
You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day

Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade
Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere
Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle
Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair
Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating
Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life
Where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon
Flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter’s knife

#JethroTull #IanAnderson #CalliandraShade #music #musica #musique

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And in the end.... (nope, not the Beatles)...

All in all, when you tear down the wall... Trevor Noah is happy and anyway, "we're all just another brick in the wall".
Unless we're not.

Bricks can be toys, building blocks, or replacement for brains, per Tull. As some in power remain so clueless.
"Your wise men don't know how it feels ...To be thick as a brick."

Thick As A Brick

🎧 Definitely a "headphone album", or for good speakers & volume. And time to listen and take in sound and words. Masterpiece.

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Thick As A Brick
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel, is so far away
I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years
and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains
and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song.

#rockclassic #JethroTull #music #musica #musique #ThickAsABrick

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I failed in my revised "bucket list" of new photography challenges while re-visiting some favorite swamps, marshes, rivers, and lakes.

First I wanted to video the song of the black-bellied whistling duck ("what's it whistling?"), but it's dry now and they were not in their usual spot. Then someone gave me a tip about where a rare cuckoo (non-human) was just seen nesting, but no luck.

So...

Bungled in the Jungle.

And just then, this song came on the radio (Sirius Classic Vinyl). Ooooh. Cosmic timing!

And as a consolation prize, I did run into a big pod of white Pelicans (though a bit distant in a cove, at low tide, Sanibel Island).
And some roseate spoonbills, armadillos, cormorants, and close-up Cooper's Hawk.

White Pelicans

More bird photography @ www.fenichel.com/birds

#music #musica #musique #JethroTull #Jungle #Bungle #myphoto #Fenfotos #Sanibel #FL #birds #nature

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New Jethro Tull!
🎶 🔥

Jethro Tull - The Zealot Gene (Official Video)

Great song (as usual) and cool video, very modern for Tull (Anderson as a cartoon taking a selfie, etc.)

With gasoline...

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"The Zealot Gene"

Half of us are in the apple
Half of us are in the pie
All of us are in the pudding
When the last bus has gone by
Someone has to take the high road
Someone has to make the bed
No-one has the right to tell you
To lie down when all is said

The black and white, the stereotype
The polarising pitch at play
While some of us sit in between
Interminable shades of grey
No need to walk the tightrope
Set out on that great divide
The balance scales may tremble
But the featherweights are on our side

Carrying the Zealot gene
Right or left, no in between
Beware, beware the Zealot gene
Naked flame near gasoline

The populist with dark appeal
The pandering to hate
Which xenophobic scaremongers
Deliver on a plate
To tame the pangs of hunger
And satisfy the lust
Slave to ideology
Moderation bites the dust

Bee buzzing in your bonnet
And a wasp right up the bum
A V-8 under hood
A cocked hammer under thumb
Ear-splitting twitter thunder
And a screaming banshee wail
You got too many opinions
And a tom cat by the tail

Carrying the Zealot gene
Right or left, no in between
Beware, beware the Zealot gene
Naked flame near gasoline

Carrying the Zealot gene
Right or left, no in between
Beware, beware the Zealot gene
Naked flame near gasoline

Half of us are in the apple
Half of us are in the pie
All of us are in the pudding
When the last bus has gone by
Someone has to take the high road
Someone has to make the bed
No-one has the right to tell you
To lie down when all is said

The black and white, the stereotype
The polarising pitch at play
While some of us sit in between
Interminable shades of grey
No need to walk the tightrope
Set out on that great divide
The balance scales may tremble
But the featherweights are on our side

Carrying the Zealot gene
Right or left, no in between
Beware, beware the Zealot gene
Naked flame near gasoline

--

#music #musica #musique #zealotgene #JethroTull #IanAnderson #rocklegend

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Wood Stork

The only stork found in North America (endangered). Unique appearance. Hairless, s/he seems to be peering out from a wooden mask.

Pardon the whimsy but it's that time of year when stories abound about all sorts of creatures, mythological and not, from the woodlands. And so:

Songs from the Wood

#myphoto #songfromthewood #JethroTull #woodstork #stork #nature #Music #musica #musique #fenfotos

Wood Stork

More nature photography from the wood - and swamp - @ http://www.fenichel.com/nature - plus links to my (global) photos.

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Ear-worm of the day.... #JethroTull

She said she was a dancer.....

She said she was a dancer.
If I believed it, it was my business.
She surely knew a thing or two about control.
Next to the bar we hit the samovar.
She almost slipped right through my fingers.
It was snowing outside and in her soul.
Well, maybe you're a dancer,
And maybe I'm the King of Old Siam.

I thought it through...best to let the illusion roll.
I wouldn't say I've never heard that tale before,
my frozen little señorita,
But if your dream is good,
Why not share it when the nights are cold?

Hey Moscow, what's your story?
Lady, take your time, don't hurry.
Maybe a student of the agricultural plan.
Hey Moscow, what's your name?
If you don't want to say, don't worry.
It would probably be hard for me to make it scan.

With her phrase book in her silk soft hand
She spoke in riddles while the vodka listened.
I said, "Let me look up love, if I might be so bold."
She was the nearest thing to Rock and Roll
That side of the velvet curtain
That separates eastern steel from western gold.

Hey Miss Moscow, what's your story?
You needn't speak aloud, just whisper.
Am I just the closest thing to an Englishman?
You've seen me in your magazines,
Or maybe on state television.
I'm your Pepsi-Cola,
But you won't take me out the can.

She said she was a dancer, so she did.
She said she was a dancer.
If I believed it, it was my business.
It felt like a merry dance that I was being led.
So I stole one kiss.
It was a near miss.
She looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper.
She leaned in close. "Goodnight, " was all she said.
So I took myself off to bed.

#music #musica #musique #IanAnderson #rocklegends

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Life is a Long Song

Time to be thankful for the many verses we still here now have enjoyed.
And for those who share the melody and made it possible. Happy Thanksgiving!

Photo - A long-lived tree which caught my eye today (#myphoto)

Lyrics:

When you're falling awake
And you take stock of the new day
And you hear your voice croak
As you choke on what you need to say
Well, don't you fret, don't you fear
I will give you good cheer
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
If you wait then your plate I will fill
As the verses unfold
And your soul suffers the long day
And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room
You struggle on your way
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry
Lick the dust from your eye
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn
As the baker street train spills your pain
All over your new dress
And the symphony sounds underground
Put you under duress
Well, don't you squeal as the heel
Grinds you under the wheels
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
But the tune ends too soon for us all
But the tune ends too soon for us all

#Tree #Thanksgiving #Fenfotos #Life #Song #nature #music #musica #musique #JethroTull

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My Sunday Feeling *

Reviewing the week's (US) news summary - following a bad week too for things like global environment - this article hits some key points (with links following the top story leading to the other main events).

Bipartisan Report: Trump Suffers A Sunday Sad Over Steve Bannon Indictment

Of note, it seems more clearly that Texas slime Ted Cruz is not only bizarre (suggested here as verging on insane), but has been flirting with the idea of Texas seceding back to the good old days pre-Civil war. (Hope he'll take Florida with him. Seal off the world from the super-spread of the #DeathSantis & #Abbott #TrumpVirus variants. As Cruz attacks a Sesame Street character (Big Bird) for being "woke" and spreading "propaganda" (encouraging vaccination).

And as 2 Republicans own Cruz for his "alternate reality", Dark Lord StableGenius sobs tears over how badly Seditionist #1 Steve Bannon (still free, too) has been treated, despite Trump having already pardoned him for his fraud in conning MAGA cult believers into sending him & DJT money "for a wall" (i.e., the linings of their pockets). Meanwhile, nobody has been jailed for contempt of Congress, the traitors are still free (some sitting in Congress), and the world of GOP/Q has already seceded - from reality. Other than that, nice calm holiday times...

  * On a nicer note, from Jethro Tull: My Sunday Feeling

#Sunday #news #JethroTull #music #musica #musique