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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 05:49pm PT
Amigo to hell and back. Brothers in blues and reds and puke-greens. The Non-Emergency Red and Blue Cross Depression Emerging Crisis Intervention Squad (NERBCDECI Squad)* is on the way to help the afflicted VegasClimber get his bearings.

I have a feeling peer pressure alone will get his climbing jones going. We'll shame him like a miscreant of another race, we'll even throw pie in his ugly old face. We'll cajole him, rock/roll him, beguile him, but not heil him.

*Nerb-see-decky Squad.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 06:04pm PT
OMG, someone get me off of this overcrowded, stuffy, overheated, meandering-like-a-lost-cow commuter bus creeping along the Mass. Pike...please?????!--Lilabiene in the last sixty minutes

Calls for the NSD Squad are a dime a dozen, but this is "fue real" from the lady with Dolt's nose.

We need some help, here. Lady goin' to crack up here!

Snap out of it! Think odd thoughts of things like, oh, sealing wax. Boogers. Anything but commuting.

Alex commutes on the Nose. WTF. You commute where you are polluted.

Mick looks drunk, eh? I'm working on my escape from normal.

F*#k a nervous nellie, that woman's nothing like you, Lilabiene. You'll get your wings and fly once you've gone out on the Arete.

So there. You've been singed by de Flames. Feel intervened?

Are you on your diet? God forbid you have nothing to do...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
Camp 4 Old Couple

O! ‘tis sad in Camp 4 when it begins to freeze and snow,
With the boulders buried ‘neath the last good blow,
And the dark nights dreary with the coyote’s cry,
And I thinking, thinking of the days gone by.

O! the happy Summers of the olden days,
When the brown bears through the garbage grazed,
And my frozen heart that I still eagerly embrace
Melts a little bit, warmed by your peaceful face.

Social climber
Dec 10, 2012 - 08:40pm PT
Life in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Life in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Credit: Gypsy

Taken through the front windshield of a car while I was sitting as a passenger riding on the highway
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 09:51pm PT
A view down Yosemite Valley.
A view down Yosemite Valley.
Credit: G I
View out my mind's window.
Multnomah Falls, Washington state.
Multnomah Falls, Washington state.
Credit: G I
This falls went down with all hands, no survivors. It's the fiscal cliff, the tears of Boehner flowing.

GD/Visions of Johanna

Yeah, I got the two prints, framed and glassed and on a two-thirds discount last week, same time that nneebbee collected her BOB (Big Old Bierstadt). It's only a coincidence we've been emailing and enjoying our age with one another, then something like this comes out of the dang azure skies. Funny how it goes. I can't's all so hard to get along...infinity's on trial, maybe.

I'm ready for the highway blues.

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 10, 2012 - 10:17pm PT
ready steady go

(notice the guitar riff is It's all right ma)

johanna you say?

idiots blowing in the wind

that's some nerve ya got there son

i'd take the highway, if you just let me follow you down

sara oh sara - something's telling me something

i'm still dreaming California, kiss my mouth sometime, I got a black tooth

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 10, 2012 - 11:12pm PT
Yow, that's too much homework. WTF?

I could see a book report, but that's a week's worth of grinding.

Guess I better hit the books. Hope there's some porn in that stack.

I haven't even looked yet and I'm complaining. How's the kid in me? Just fine.

1-Fabulous. I learned I can bury a body three times out on Hwy 51. BD's body specifically. We'll wait'll he's really dead.

"If Werner's the komodo, the walrus is Paul, then that could mean Bob's an armadyllo, I'm not a mouse, and we're all parrots on this bust."--Locker in a saner, more-serious-than-not moooood swiiiiing, channeling Maynard G. Drebs, who never really existed--how's he do that?

2-It's never too late to pray. I simply question its efficacy in the face of real danger. It's why I wear a St. Chris. Even if he's officially discredited, who gives a shite? Dynomite, just blow me.

I prefer the simplicity and rhythym of the theme from Peter Gunn, frankly. Or the Batman theme. Or The Bird.

3-Rare as a jewel in the lotus paste. God loves a good virgin Johanna. Un miracolo!

4-Short electrified version (no folk guitars need apply):

Lights flicker from the opposite loft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn off

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously

5-I think the combo of harmonica and organ, or harp and organ, or mouth organ/harp and organ, is charming, nice, interesting, quaint, soulful; and I wish I knew what he was singing about and could write like that.

Taking a break, here, boss!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 01:59am PT
Albert King/Don't Throw Your Love On Me So Strong

Mike Bloomfield/It Takes Time

"You know what it means to be alone."

John Hammond/My First Plea

The subject of this last song may be off the list, so to speak, but WTF. The blues don't care.

The blues almost always makes me feel better because that guy's got it so much focking worse. Yeah.

And the music can be soft and restful like a lover's embrace, like old John Hammond just proved.

Life is full of irony, just not so many fair ironmonger's daughters and granddaughters.

And so this set is for Lilabiene, so blue. Losing her purple.

Full Spectrum Alert: Magenta, Royal Blue, all other colors of alert will be posted ASAP. Unless the situation levels out. It may have with the TR she posted, or it may only drive her to further distraction.

We're sending in the Barbershoppers, this is a Total Alert!
SPEBQSA to the rescue!
The closest I could find to your name, Lilabiene, was Lida Rose. Feel the harmony and the care with which they sing. They look a little Doltish or elven or ME-born to me with their beards.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 07:48am PT
One afternoon that September, I was sitting at our camp table when a car drove slowly up to the climber’s area and then over to the far side of one of the large boulders....the strum of a guitar, and two voices raised in mournful harmony....folk music, obviously, but song I’d never heard.

In California, in the late fifties, if someone mentioned folk music, they probably had in mind the Kingston Trio (“Did they ever return, no, they never returned) or Harry Belafonte (“Day-O”). If you were more hip you liked Odetta and the Weavers and Pete Seeger. Our Camp 4 troubadours turned out to be from the East, dropouts from Dartmouth: Bill Briggs and Bob Coltman. That Briggs was also a climber explained their presence in Yosemite, although they hadn’t come to do any climbing.

[Joe here explains the presence of Judith, a girlfriend of Gary Hemming, and his subsequent arrival and departure in search of them in Mexico.]

While they were in Camp 4, Bill and Bob sang songs ranging from Childe Ballads* (later made popular by Joan Baez and Joni Mitchell, to songs weitten by Woodie Guthrie and Ewan macColl and the anonymous singers of Appalachia. One afternoon, Bob sang nothing but murder ballads for over an hour. I heard for the first time songs like woody Guthrie’s “Deportee” and “Pastures of Plenty,” Ewan MacColl’s “The first Time Ever” and songs like “Rambler, Gambler,” “Jug of Punch,” “Rose Connelly,” “Whiskey in the Jar,” and “Don’t Sing Love Songs (you’ll wake my mother“).

It was a trove of American culture that I had no idea existed. Bill’s other contribution to our camp was Teton Tea, a concoction seemingly invented just for climbers.

Pour a gallon or so of water into a large pot perched over the fire. Add a dozen tea bags tied into a knot for easy retrieval later on. Add the juice, and subsequently the rinds, of six or more lemons. Then let a gallon of port wine, the cheaper the better, gurgle into the pot. And, if finances allow, add two packages of frozen raspberries. Heat, stir, and serve.

Sort of makes you want to sing along.--Going Up, Joe Fitschen

* The Child Ballads are a collection of 305 ballads from England and Scotland, and their American variants, collected by Francis James Child in the late nineteenth century. The collection was published as The English and Scottish Popular Ballads between 1882 and 1898 by Houghton Mifflin in 10 volumes. — Excerpted from Child Ballads on Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Social climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 01:44pm PT

and just because it is almost Christmas

and street brass

and never too much Albanian clarinet in our lives

and a favorite dance instructor
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 04:56pm PT
Arthur McBride's not just a Christmas tune. It's anti-recruitment for the military might of Great Britain. A protest song.

Ode to Chuck/Forrest McCarthy

Chuck's music collection represented by the Gypsy Kings, Edith Piaf, Enya.

Chuck's areas of operation are shown to be Yosemite, Thailand, Wyoming.

Chuck's friends are shown to be too numerous to identify. I hope you recognize your younger selves! There are many ST posters in this video, one of the best films done with stills that I have ever watched, and it's about one of the men I admire most, and one of the few from the Golden Age with whom I came in contact in my younger climbing days.

If you haven't seen this, I hadn't either until today. Merry Christmas!

Sport climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 05:08pm PT
Some gypsy music

I am able to see you dance to the first one, Gypsy.

Ando Drom - Zsa Mo

"All night there isn't a train going by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going."

Dzelem Dzelem - NBE & Esma Redzepova

Camarón de La Isla - Nana del Caballo Grande

One more kind remark: Excellent Dylan stuff zBrown.

Sport climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 05:15pm PT
Dawn Steele - Tae a Moose

I wish Mouse the very best!

MacPherson's Lament


Sport climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 05:22pm PT
Bathory - Hades

Social climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 06:38pm PT

or the same singer

(Leon Rosselson wrote the song)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 07:06pm PT'_Song

There is confusion with the title of Rosselon's song and the marching tune supposedly played by the British at Yorktown. The story's confusing, initially.

I will leave it for Gypsy to explain, if she can. I loved that big old guitar he played. And it may have been out of sync, but it's nice to hear the song. And I listened to a march, titled TWTUD, too, but it sounds too modern, somehow, so I won't post it.

Who's going to post 500 Miles by Peter, Paul, and Mary?

We are close to 500 posts. Wow.

Coldplay has a song with the same title, TWTUD.

Social climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 07:12pm PT

another Rosselson song sung by Gaughan
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 07:50pm PT
Checking back on Youtube for some BBC That Was The Week That Was, I can't come up with a thing about Monsiuer Rosselon, only some stuff that appears rather lame to my jaded sense of satire. The show in Britain was apparently somewhat different than here. I only remember seeing the US version, of course. Gypsy is that much younger she may not remember it at all.

I really enjoyed Hootenanny on TV when it came on the air from the time I was a h.s. frosh to the next year.;

Followed by Shindig!, which replaced it in a hurry.!
The series house band, the Shin-diggers (later renamed the Shindogs), featured a young Glen Campbell, Joey Cooper, Chuck Blackwell (drums), Billy Preston, James Burton, Delaney Bramlett, Larry Knechtel (on bass), Leon Russell (on piano), and Glen D. Hardin.

I was just out of the "bubble-gummer" stage, I suppose, or the girls were. I was just a clueless schmo, much like Joe Fitschen describes himself in his book. I would listen to anything any guy told me was cool,
and especially anything the girls seemed to like.

This was all happening as the first repeats and the first few new routes were being done on the Captain, just eighty miles from where our TV blazed.

I started visiting the Park on a really regular basis that year, 1963, with Mathis and the Explorers and with our newly-found girl friends. Very sweet memories for later, if then. We listened to Roy Orbison, because he was in love with a pretty woman, just like us. But we really liked old Roy's jacket and his shades.

In Dreams

Sweet Dreams Baby /with Jackson Browne, T Bone Burnett, Elvis Costello, k.d.Lang, Bonnie Raitt, J.D. Souther, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits and Jennifer Warnes.

Social climber
Dec 11, 2012 - 07:57pm PT
and now for our yodel brake(man)



I love von Goisern. I was trying also to find a youtube of Robert Zollitsch but no luck so far. One can find many from his wife, Urna.

So off to Tuva

sope, I am on the radio tomorrow--Musical Migrations on it live or catch it in the archived edition
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 11, 2012 - 08:22pm PT

Not recent, but I'm on his trail.
//Angayukaqsraq, Kobuk Valley national Park:
Remote Exploration Still Exists//

The Peak
First, let’s figure out how to pronounce this awkward
name. The easy way is to just say “Anga,” but being
explorers, we like to understand the root reason for a
I turned to Dick Ellsworth, librarian and teacher in
After consulting the Native experts in town
(Willie Goodwin, Ray Ferguson, Nanyaq, etc.), he
concluded we should say “anga-you-cuk-suk,” which
means “a younger old man” – not an elder, but old
enough to care for the family. The rangers at the
National Park Service office in Kotzebue were
appreciative of this research, and for the details of our
expedition to the rarely visited mountains in the park.

and this--

Scree--online publication of MC of Alaska, 5/10
Peak of the Month: Termination Peak
by Steve Gruhn
Mountain Range: Coast Mountains
Borough: Haines Borough
Drainage: Meade Glacier
Latitude/Longitude: 59o 10’ 6” North, 135o 7’ 6” West
Elevation: 6150 feet
Prominence: 2800 feet from Peak 6650 in the Meade Glacier drainage
Adjacent Peaks: The Trickster (5950) and Peak 5350 in the
Meade Glacier drainage
Distinctness: 800 feet from The Trickster
USGS Map: Skagway (A-1)

First Recorded Ascent: January 1982 by Charles R. “Dick”
Ellsworth and John Svenson, Jr.

Route of First Recorded Ascent: Southwest face to the
northwest ridge
Access Point: Chilkoot Inlet about 4.5 miles southwest of
Termination Peak
Despite having many attractive climbing opportunities,
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