Today's show was a testimony to the comfort level I am at with Covered and Bound.
When I produce a tight show, and every minute is used. The last few minutes was for Ruby, I miss you old girl.
And the first fifteen minutes I have down to a science..I played Eric Schlosser's Reefer Madness, for half and hour and then on to Ruby's fifteen minutes...I love my Uncle's song...If I Could Rule The World.....that started off the minutes dedicated to Ruby...I miss my mother so much.
Publish Post
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
On Air Give-a-ways
1. A Passion for this Earth
Inspired by David Suzuki, Writer, Scientists, and Activists explore our relationship with nature and the environment.
Listener Asheda, received this book.
2. An Ecology of Enchantment: A year in the life of a Garden by Des Kennedy
I am glad that Jane of Evergreen gardening got this book. I enjoyed reading it.
Des Kennedy lives in B.C. and his writing is full of humour and passion for the art, yes the art of gardening
3. Gardens: A Literary Companion edited by Merilyn Simonds - this collection of essays went to listener Rebekka.
4. Deserts: A Literary Companion edited by Wayne Grady
and
5. Shining Big Sea Water
The Story of Lake Superior by Norman K Risjord
Last week's show was pre-taped, we featured the lecture on Tupac Shakur by Dr. Michael Eric Dyson, this I got from Alternative Radio which by the way is having a huge sale on their MP3 downloads.
The week before that I featured a radio Netherlands Radio books, a series of audio books by Dutch and Flemish writers in English translation. I played Tom Naegels' Arusha a disturbing look at the chasm between different cultures, and Janice Levy's The Scorpion wore pink shoes, about Soledad, who works as a cleaner at the Harrington hotel in New Hampshire. In one of the rooms Soledad finds a discarded pair of shoes and she thinks of her life back in Costa Rica, of her estranged husband and especially of her daughter who is about to celebrate her quinceanera - her 15th birthday. Then I played some Celia Cruz. An Anglo-Japanese teenager is being bullied at her English school and turns to her Japanese ancestry to find a sense of identity in the story by Stephen Loveless called Hikabusha. Next week on Covered and Bound, I plan to feature my own audio books, of Canadian authors beginning with "June" by Dionne Brand which I plan to read, it was part of last years Luminato festival, a series of stories on Toronto commissioned by the Globe and Mail.
And more on air give a ways.
Thanks for listening and reading.
Inspired by David Suzuki, Writer, Scientists, and Activists explore our relationship with nature and the environment.
Listener Asheda, received this book.
2. An Ecology of Enchantment: A year in the life of a Garden by Des Kennedy
I am glad that Jane of Evergreen gardening got this book. I enjoyed reading it.
Des Kennedy lives in B.C. and his writing is full of humour and passion for the art, yes the art of gardening
3. Gardens: A Literary Companion edited by Merilyn Simonds - this collection of essays went to listener Rebekka.
4. Deserts: A Literary Companion edited by Wayne Grady
and
5. Shining Big Sea Water
The Story of Lake Superior by Norman K Risjord
Last week's show was pre-taped, we featured the lecture on Tupac Shakur by Dr. Michael Eric Dyson, this I got from Alternative Radio which by the way is having a huge sale on their MP3 downloads.
The week before that I featured a radio Netherlands Radio books, a series of audio books by Dutch and Flemish writers in English translation. I played Tom Naegels' Arusha a disturbing look at the chasm between different cultures, and Janice Levy's The Scorpion wore pink shoes, about Soledad, who works as a cleaner at the Harrington hotel in New Hampshire. In one of the rooms Soledad finds a discarded pair of shoes and she thinks of her life back in Costa Rica, of her estranged husband and especially of her daughter who is about to celebrate her quinceanera - her 15th birthday. Then I played some Celia Cruz. An Anglo-Japanese teenager is being bullied at her English school and turns to her Japanese ancestry to find a sense of identity in the story by Stephen Loveless called Hikabusha. Next week on Covered and Bound, I plan to feature my own audio books, of Canadian authors beginning with "June" by Dionne Brand which I plan to read, it was part of last years Luminato festival, a series of stories on Toronto commissioned by the Globe and Mail.
And more on air give a ways.
Thanks for listening and reading.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I know, and isn't it good to know?
I know why the caged bird sings
by Maya Angelou
by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
Forgiveness
Forgive Them
-Lauryn Hill
The Mis-education of Lauryn Hill
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us
Although them again we will never, never, never trust
Dem noh know weh dem do, dig out yuh yei while dem sticking like glue,
Fling, skin, grin while dem plotting fah you,
True, Ah Who???
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Beware the false motives of others
Be careful of those who pretend to be brothers
And you never suppose it's those who are closest to you, to you
They say all the right things to gain their position
Then use your kindness as their ammunition
To shoot you down in the name of ambition, they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Why every Indian wanna be the chief?
Feed a man 'til he's full and he still want beef
Give me grief, try to tief off my piece
Why for you to increase, I must decrease?
If I treat you kindly does it mean that I'm weak?
You hear me speak and think I won't take it to the streets
I know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek
But I try to keep it civilized like Menelik
And other African czars observing stars with war scars
Get yours in this capitalistic system
So many caught or got bought you can't list them
How you gonna idolize the missing?
To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition
Even when they comin' gunnin'
I stand position
L's known the mission since conception
Let's free the people from deception
If you looking for the answers
Then you gotta ask the questions
And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto
Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto
Why black people always be the ones to settle
March through these streets like Soweto
Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas,
Backstabbers do this
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
It took me a little while to discover
Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers
Men who lack conscience will even lie to themselves, to themselves
A friend once said, and I found to be true
That everyday people, they lie to God too
So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them, forgive them
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them, forgive them
Gwan like dem love while dem rip yuh to shreds,
Trample pon yuh heart and lef yuh fi dead,
Dem a yuh fren who yuh depen pon from way back when,
But if yuh gi dem yuh back den yuh mus meet yuh end,
Dem noh know wey dem do,
Dem no know, dem no know, dem no know,
Dem no know, dem no know wey dem do
-Lauryn Hill
The Mis-education of Lauryn Hill
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us
Although them again we will never, never, never trust
Dem noh know weh dem do, dig out yuh yei while dem sticking like glue,
Fling, skin, grin while dem plotting fah you,
True, Ah Who???
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Beware the false motives of others
Be careful of those who pretend to be brothers
And you never suppose it's those who are closest to you, to you
They say all the right things to gain their position
Then use your kindness as their ammunition
To shoot you down in the name of ambition, they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Why every Indian wanna be the chief?
Feed a man 'til he's full and he still want beef
Give me grief, try to tief off my piece
Why for you to increase, I must decrease?
If I treat you kindly does it mean that I'm weak?
You hear me speak and think I won't take it to the streets
I know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek
But I try to keep it civilized like Menelik
And other African czars observing stars with war scars
Get yours in this capitalistic system
So many caught or got bought you can't list them
How you gonna idolize the missing?
To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition
Even when they comin' gunnin'
I stand position
L's known the mission since conception
Let's free the people from deception
If you looking for the answers
Then you gotta ask the questions
And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto
Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto
Why black people always be the ones to settle
March through these streets like Soweto
Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus, Jesus and Judas,
Backstabbers do this
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
It took me a little while to discover
Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers
Men who lack conscience will even lie to themselves, to themselves
A friend once said, and I found to be true
That everyday people, they lie to God too
So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them, forgive them
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
Forgive them, forgive them
Gwan like dem love while dem rip yuh to shreds,
Trample pon yuh heart and lef yuh fi dead,
Dem a yuh fren who yuh depen pon from way back when,
But if yuh gi dem yuh back den yuh mus meet yuh end,
Dem noh know wey dem do,
Dem no know, dem no know, dem no know,
Dem no know, dem no know wey dem do
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