Tom Simard

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Saturday’s Choice

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Wednesday’s Choice

Number 7 in Rock (Pop/Folk) is Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks.

Have a listen.

Wednesday’s Choice

Number 3 in Rock(Folk/Pop) is Dylan’s The Times They Are a-Changin’.

Here’s a song:  http://tinyurl.com/agvcbx3

The Three Rs

Recently I was asked, “Is there a difference between a crow and a raven?”

Instead of faking an answer, which I couldn’t do if I tried, I said I wasn’t sure, and that I’d find out.

We learn from the excellent source I linked that “since ravens belong to the crow (corvus) family of birds, they can be called-but not all crows are ravens.”

Tell me if I didn’t suffer some sort of trauma but after reading “not all…are….” I had a flashback to when I sat for the GRE and tried to twist my very unanalytical mind around the logical reasoning questions.

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven.

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Bob Dylan’s wonderful Love Minus Zero/No Limit.

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Brueghel’s The Hunters in the Snow.  (Photograph of painting taken by Yelkrovade)

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Wednesday’s Choice

Taste is pretty subjective.  I like mostly rock, jazz, and classical music, and for this reason, every Wednesday I will be providing a link to a song or piece from my list of Top 20 Albums.

Number 1 on my rock list is Blonde on Blonde.

http://tinyurl.com/crlowqf

The lyrics:

http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/stuck-inside-mobile-memphis-blues-again

Maggie’s Farm

As Dylan put it, “I got a head full of ideas/That are drivin’ me insane/It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.”

I’ve scrubbed floors. It’s back-breaking work. (Caillebotte’s painting is of floor scraping, but one gets the idea.)

I’ve also worked on a farm and will confess it’s very hard work. Waking up early, one finds oneself in the back of a pickup driven down long dirt roads with others who are as half asleep as you are. As dawn breaks, fields appear in all directions. You’re handed a hoe and given brief instructions. At that time of the day, my head was hardly full of ideas, but I can say that my runny nose, itchy eyes, and constant sneezing nearly drove me insane. Years later when I subjected my back to a tic-tac-toe of pinpricks to see what I was allergic to, it ended up being just about everything. Jokingly, the allergy specialist remarked, “I hope you’re not interested in a job in the outdoors.”

Working on a farm is only one of many jobs I’ve had. When in the mood I might just list them like Whitman did but without so much panache.

During high school I was a dishwasher at a restaurant. Considering I could have asked my parents for money, and they would have happily obliged, it appears I was properly imbued with the work ethic. When I wasn’t slaving away rinsing plates or loading them into the huge machine that belched out steam, I had free rein of the soda pop dispenser, which meant I was constantly wired with all that sugar and caffeine running through my veins. I thought it was a great deal, but then again I was being paid $2.20 an hour. Please take my age into consideration.

One evening while waiting for the waitresses to bring me more plates, I was fooling around with the radio dial and chanced upon a silver-smooth voice introducing The Modern Jazz Quartet. Jazz was found in the most unlikely of places.

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