14 Feb 10 - 04:30 PM (#2839233) Subject: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: Allan C. Below I will link three connected discussions. I believe they show the Mudcat in its best light even though it doesn't look that way at the start. Within you'll find a surprise visit from a familiar voice as well as some wisdom from old, (and some departed,) friends. There's even a hint or two about how some certain songs came to be recorded. Read on. If you have other similar Mudcat moments you would like to add to this thread, please do. Yes, we've had Best of Mudcat threads before, (feel free to link to them as well,) but why not another? Brand new folksongs available Art Thieme, Allen C. To all from Joel(y) |
14 Feb 10 - 05:06 PM (#2839255) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: olddude A few years ago I gave away a couple of dozen computers to people who could use them. In that thread there had to be a dozen ways of "how to give them away in a proper manner or so along those lines" Debating how to give away PC's LOL Only on mudcat ... only on mudcat .. yup ... still laughing If a tree falls on a performer in the woods and he has an unplugged electric guitar ... Is the scream regarded as folk?? LOL |
14 Feb 10 - 06:38 PM (#2839324) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: Lizzie Cornish 1 That made me laugh, Dan! :0) |
14 Feb 10 - 07:43 PM (#2839385) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: wysiwyg I nominate Dan to define what is folk. ~S~ |
15 Feb 10 - 10:54 AM (#2839913) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: The Sandman BS: More Bad Poetry Little Hawk 07 Aug 03 - 07:40 PM Amos 07 Aug 03 - 08:17 PM Rapaire 07 Aug 03 - 09:40 PM mack/misophist 07 Aug 03 - 09:57 PM Padre 07 Aug 03 - 10:31 PM Rapaire 07 Aug 03 - 10:32 PM JennyO 07 Aug 03 - 11:12 PM Amos 08 Aug 03 - 02:22 AM Micca 08 Aug 03 - 04:15 AM greg stephens 08 Aug 03 - 07:24 AM Micca 08 Aug 03 - 09:09 AM TheBigPinkLad 08 Aug 03 - 05:08 PM Rapaire 08 Aug 03 - 05:59 PM Amos 08 Aug 03 - 08:14 PM Rapaire 08 Aug 03 - 08:27 PM Amos 08 Aug 03 - 08:50 PM Alba 08 Aug 03 - 09:17 PM Rapaire 08 Aug 03 - 09:56 PM Little Hawk 09 Aug 03 - 01:32 AM Amos 09 Aug 03 - 02:21 AM greg stephens 09 Aug 03 - 03:39 AM alanabit 09 Aug 03 - 07:17 AM Rapaire 09 Aug 03 - 10:26 AM Little Hawk 09 Aug 03 - 12:14 PM Amos 09 Aug 03 - 12:34 PM alanabit 09 Aug 03 - 12:35 PM Sandra in Sydney 10 Aug 03 - 10:00 AM Willie-O 10 Aug 03 - 11:13 AM Amos 10 Aug 03 - 11:29 AM Rapaire 10 Aug 03 - 11:50 AM GUEST,Ms Penelope Rutledge 10 Aug 03 - 12:52 PM Amos 10 Aug 03 - 01:50 PM Amos 10 Aug 03 - 01:58 PM Little Hawk 10 Aug 03 - 03:49 PM Alba 08 Jul 06 - 03:19 PM GUEST,Poet extrordinaire 08 Jul 06 - 05:34 PM Amos 08 Jul 06 - 06:55 PM Alba 08 Jul 06 - 08:14 PM Amos 08 Jul 06 - 10:22 PM LadyJean 08 Jul 06 - 10:55 PM Sandra in Sydney 09 Jul 06 - 04:07 AM Bunnahabhain 09 Jul 06 - 07:30 AM Little Hawk 09 Jul 06 - 08:34 PM Good Soldier Schweik 10 Jul 06 - 11:55 AM Good Soldier Schweik 10 Jul 06 - 12:22 PM Good Soldier Schweik 10 Jul 06 - 01:50 PM Good Soldier Schweik 10 Jul 06 - 03:00 PM Georgiansilver 11 Jul 06 - 02:27 AM Good Soldier Schweik 11 Jul 06 - 07:05 AM Amos 11 Jul 06 - 09:47 AM Good Soldier Schweik 11 Jul 06 - 06:32 PM Dave Hanson 12 Jul 06 - 02:48 AM Good Soldier Schweik 12 Jul 06 - 11:45 AM Little Hawk 12 Jul 06 - 12:17 PM Alba 12 Jul 06 - 12:21 PM Good Soldier Schweik 12 Jul 06 - 01:02 PM Amos 12 Jul 06 - 01:13 PM Little Hawk 12 Jul 06 - 01:21 PM RangerSteve 12 Jul 06 - 02:00 PM Little Hawk 12 Jul 06 - 02:04 PM Alba 12 Jul 06 - 02:16 PM Little Hawk 12 Jul 06 - 02:48 PM Good Soldier Schweik 12 Jul 06 - 07:53 PM Little Hawk 12 Jul 06 - 07:57 PM Amos 12 Jul 06 - 08:14 PM Alba 12 Jul 06 - 09:09 PM Amos 12 Jul 06 - 10:51 PM Little Hawk 12 Jul 06 - 11:08 PM Amos 13 Jul 06 - 12:20 AM Lyrics & Knowledge Search [Advanced] DT Forum Sort (Forum) by:relevance date DT Lyrics: Search Amazon.com No results for BS: More Bad Poetry Get WidgetPrivacyAmazon.com Subject: BS: More Bad Poetry From: Little Hawk - PM Date: 07 Aug 03 - 07:40 PM Here's another marvelous bad poem from William McGonagall which I feel you people should not have to live without any longer...read it and weep! THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL by William McGonagall It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe, Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street, Crying, "Who'll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy some meat!" When she left home she had slippers on; But, alas! poor child, now they were gone. For she lost both of them while hurrying across the street, Out of the way of two carriages which were near by her feet. So the little girl went on, while the snow fell thick and fast; And the child's heart felt cold and downcast, For nobody had bought any matchea that day, Which filled her little mind with grief and dismay. Alas! she was hungry and shivering with cold; So in a corner between two houses she made bold To take shelter from the violent storm. Poor little waif! wishing to herself she'd never been born. And she grew colder and colder, and feared to go home For fear of her father beating her; and she felt woe-begone Because she could carry home no pennies to buy bread, And to go home without pennies she was in dread. The large flakes of snow covered her ringlets of fair hair; While the passers-by for her had no care, As they hurried along to their homes at a quick pace, While the cold wind blew in the match girl's face. As night wore on her hands were numb with cold, And no longer her strength could her uphold, When an idea into her little head came: She'd strike a match and warm her hands at the flame. And she lighted the match, and it burned brightly, And it helped to fill her heart with glee; And she thought she was sitting at a stove very grand; But, alas! she was found dead, with a match in her hand! Her body was found half-covered with snow, And as the people gazed thereon their hearts were full of woe; And many present let fall a burning tear Because she was found dead on the last night of the year, In that mighty city of London, wherein is plenty of gold - But, alas! their charity towards street waifs is rather cold. But I hope the match girl's in Heaven, beside her Saviour dear, A bright reward for all the hardships she suffered here. --------------------------------------------- You can read this "Poetic Gem" online at http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/poems/mpgmatch.htm |
15 Feb 10 - 11:02 AM (#2839927) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: The Sandman and,why well run folk clubs are important. |
15 Feb 10 - 01:35 PM (#2840083) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: open mike i woneder what ever happened to Joely... did we scare him off or is he a living example of "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" I had heard the "horse alert" quote attributed to Louis Armstrong...too. hey, we probably all have said it at one time or another---there is a column in sing out magazine called folk process about how lyrics (and quotes?) change. |
15 Feb 10 - 02:41 PM (#2840151) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: Peter T. Possibly the greatest thread (and the greatest single submission) we ever got here was "Why we sing" (thanks to Big Mick). yours, Peter T. |
15 Feb 10 - 07:30 PM (#2840477) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: The Sandman st - Top - Forum Home - Printer Friendly - Translate Subject: RE: BS: More Bad Poetry From: Rapaire - PM Date: 07 Aug 03 - 10:32 PM McGonagall, I will concede, was pretty good as a bad poet, but he was from the UK. But can he touch America's own Julia Moore? THE GREAT CHICAGO FIRE The great Chicago Fire, friends, Will never be forgot; In the history of Chicago It will remain a darken spot. It was a dreadful horrid sight To see that City in flames; But no human aid could save it, For all skill was tried in vain. In the year of 1871, In October on the 8th, The people in that City, then Was full of life, and great. Less than four days it lay in ruins, That garden City, so great Lay smouldering in ashes, In a sad and pitiful state. It was a sad, sad scene indeed, To see the fire arise, And hear the crackling of the flames As it almost reached the skies, And sadder still, to hear the moans, Of people in the flames Cry for help, and none could get, Ah, die where they remained. To see the people run for life; Up and down the blazing streets, To find then, their escape cut off By the fiery flaming sheets, And others hunting for some friend That perhaps they never found, Such weeping, wailing, never was known, For a thousands miles around. Some people were very wealthy On the morning of the 10th. But at the close of the evening, Was poor, but felt content, Glad to escape from harm with life With friends they loved so well, Some will try to gain more wisdom, By the sad sight they beheld. Five thousand people were homeless, Sad wanderers in the streets, With no shelter to cover them, And no food had they to eat. They wandered down by the lake side, Lay down on the cold damp ground, So tired and weary and homeless, So the rich, the poor, was found. Mothers with dear little infants, Some clinging to the breast. People of every description All laid down there to rest, With the sky as their covering, Ah, pillows they had none. Sad, oh sad, it must have been, For those poor homeless ones. Neighboring Cities sent comfort, To the poor lone helpless ones, And God will not forget them In all the years to come. Now the City of Chicago Is built up anew once more, And may it never be visited With such a great fire no more. I'd mention Nancy Luce, also, but I can't find a complete poem by her. Which is probably just as well. |
15 Feb 10 - 07:53 PM (#2840497) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: Amos It is perversity itself to turn a "Mudcat's BEst" thread into a "World's Worst Poetry" thread. For fie! A |
15 Feb 10 - 08:06 PM (#2840508) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: olddude LOL, only on the Cat Amos!! |
15 Feb 10 - 09:15 PM (#2840535) Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions From: Rowan The various threads on Liz's tits (Coal, Blue, and another I can't recall) had excellent entertainment value. Cheers, Rowan |