The #UNCG Music Archives team found this gem of musical humor nestled between a Piatigorsky manuscript and a signed copy of the Messiaen Quartet in a recently acquired collection. Happy #MusicMonday
***As a side note, the UNCG Special Collections & University Archives does not recommend or condone the catching and consumption of conductors. We advocate that conductors can best be experienced by observing them in their natural habitat.
The Cosmere-obsessed sister duo of your dreams strikes again! This time my sister tackled a Parshendi tune from Words of Radiance. She put so much work into this and I think it’s gorgeous. She’s horrifically under-confident about her music, so reblogs/notes/comments/nice tags would mean the world to her! She’s brimming with ideas for more musical portraits of the Cosmere.
(My contribution: I created the logos, their animations, and the background image. I also put the video together!)
Original photograph of Pink Floyd, London 1968 by photographer Stuart McIntyre
London 1968. Archival pigment photographic print printed on fine matte acid-free paper. Image size 26,5 x 27,5 cm
Original photograph of Pink Floyd in London January 1968, originally intended for Radio Luxembourg music magazine. From left, : Rick Wright keyboards. (1943-2008) David Gilmour guitar, he had joined the group in december 1967, replacing Syd Barrett who was having mental health issues, (he left Pink Floyd in April 1968), Nick Mason, drums. Roger Waters, bass
Archival pigment print in an edition of only 10 copies was made in Autumn 2016. The print (No. 2) is signed & numbered in hand by photographer
Framed in white woodframe. Please inquire for shipping costs before ordering!
Tim Buckley Song to the Siren Monkees TV Show 1968
Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile ‘Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle And you sang Sail to me, sail to me Let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me ? Were you hare when I was fox ? Now my foolish boat is leaning Broken lovelorn on your rocks For you sing 'Touch me not, touch me not Come back tomorrow Oh my heart, oh my heart Shies from the sorrow’
I am puzzled as the oyster I am troubled as the tide Should I stand amid your breakers ? Or should I lie with death my bride ? Hear me sing 'Swim to me, swim to me Let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you’