Vive Le Troubadour!


Once upon a time a long time ago when kings would die

And the scepter passed to another’s hand,

The crown another’s head,

The herald would cry, “The king is dead!”

Then

“Long live the king!”


Now

Pete Seeger shall no longer sing.


The Troubadour is dead.


Who shall now take up his griot’s kora lute?

The Machine That “Surrounds Hate and Forces It to Surrender?”


That is the question.


As needful of an answer, in practical terms, as “building a boat to save the river.”

We have created a toxic environment of mass extinctions.

Is his rare breed another one to be added to the list?

Where have all the troubadours gone?

When will we ever learn?


The Troubadour is dead.


But, in a larger sense, he, unlike temporal kings,

Who wielded corporeal power,

Ceos today amassing, misusing, corporate power,

He whose spirit was so fused and interinfused with that of his music that they are one,

That troubadour cannot die,

Not as long as someone, sometime, somewhere, everywhere

Sings

His songs, our songs, of joy and sorrow,

Or hums them, even off-key, as they do the wash or clear the fields.


If he, pragmatically optimistic, is right about our chances as a species,

He will live,  speak, longer than Halliburton, Monsanto,

Or those other corporate (so-called by SCOTUS) persons.

Long after the BOA Pencil has crumbled to graphite

He “shall not perish from the earth.”


And when we, as all things must,

Finally fall and fail, our kind dust,

Who is not to say that some far star singer,

From Vega say,

May pluck from the aether his spirit, his troubadour’s song,

And (if heShe has a mouth and vocal chords)

Sing along?


The Troubadour is not dead.

Long Live the Troubadour!



        Pete Seeger May 3, 1919 – January 27, 2014
                                               

                                    Photo of Pete’s Machine is from Pete Seeger’s YouTube site


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Mabuhay Pete

Audio Recording:   MabuhayPete

Scrawled this doggerel after hearing about Pete Seeger hitting 90 last month:

Stuff all your Big Shots! Prezes & Ceos. Pezzonovantes actin’ like Kings & Queens. I already got lots & lots & lots a’ holes in my head, if ya knows what I means. Naaaa. Long live the one we really need! A Common Man but uncommon, friend to the Earth & the workin’poor. We’re all kin through the Wafer of Music. That’s been his creed.

That rights marchin’ Man stickin’ guitar pickin’ peace picketin’ banjo pluckin’ Troubadour nevafeared
of ahinsa fightin’ agin’ might for right. Neva once been licked – even when he got beat. 90 years now! His mustang heart’s been his music his music a light a

Beacon Go Bragh!                        

Nad to nad to Nada

Mabuhay!

Anahata ahata Brahma

Mabuhay, Pete.


And may your World Turner keep the sun a’ shinin’ for ya’ at least another 60 years


Expletivicitations

Pezzonovante – “An Italian word, meaning ‘Big Shot.’ The term is commonly misunderstood to mean any man in power; however, it is usually used pejoratively. In the Godfather, Michael uses the term to console his father who is upset because he had hoped that his son would achieve legitimate success like that of a Senator or President. Michael uses the term to assure his father that such people just think they are important men but in reality are no better than him. “

Source: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pezzonovante

Ahinsa (also sp. ahimsa) is the principle of non-violence.

Go bragh is an anglicized version of a Gaelic phrase that translates roughly as “forever“. Some say it can also mean “beautiful.”

Mabuhay (pronunciation: mah-BOO-hahy) is a word from the Tagalog language of the Philippines. It is used to exclaim “long live” or the Filipino version of live long and prosper.”

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mabuhay_(expression)

“To us, music can be a spiritual discipline on the path to self-realisation, for we follow the traditional teaching that sound is God – Nada Brahma: By this process individual consciousness can be elevated to a realm of awareness where the revelation of the true meaning of the universe – its eternal and unchanging essence – can be joyfully experienced. Our ragas are the vehicles by which this essence can be perceived.

The ancient Vedic scriptures teach that there are two types of sound. One is a vibration of ether, the upper or purer air near the celestral realm. This sound is called Anahata Nad or unstruck sound. Sought after by great enlightened yogis, it can only be heard by them. The sound of the universe is the vibration thought by some to be like the music of the spheres that the Greek Pythagoras described in the 6th century B.C. The other sound Ahata Nad or struck sound, is the vibration of air in the lower atmosphere closer to the earth. It is any sound that we hear in nature or man-made sounds, musical and non-musical.”

On Appreciation of Indian Classical Music, by Ravi Shankar (Bolding added by me for emphasis)

Source: http://www.ravishankar.org/indian_music_frame.html

Anahata is also the name for the Heart Chakra.

A maestro like Mr. Seeger or Pandit Ravi Shankar (who’s 89 – watch out, he’s right behind ya’ Pete) is able to reach up & pluck that celestial sound down into music, so that we all can hear it; Take what is in his (or her) heart chakra – and ours – and put it into that music so we can all feel it all of us together and in that sometimes sacramental sharing sometimes transmute even, maybe especially, our sadness, suffering & sorrow into … well, I reckon some might call it Nada Brahma, some the universal song of the universe, and some, just a barn-burnin’, hallacious, boudacious bit a’ git-pickin.
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If I upset anybody by mispronouncing misusin’ or otherwise abusin’ any a’ these here furrin’ words – or any English ones either, my apologies. Ah’m just a son of a good ol’ cracker boy from Florida. Don’t mean no offense. Jest jawin’ ’bout Pete.