Well, alrighty then! We will simply exchange Lil Kim for Joe Nation since he didn't reciprocate the invite and we must keep the total to 10. Does that work for you?
Sure...Lil Kim a hottie...
Okay, if you go back to page 11 of the thread, it's done! Must keep the cook/song partner happy :wink: !
Joe Nation, Your list transports me back to the sixties. A volatile and difficult time, but unbelievable music was generated in that decade.
Cav, Oh, the alcohol cooks off, but the flavor lingers. Isn't that how it works with most alcohol-laced food?
Osso, Verrrrry interesting. An eclectic group if ever there was one. I realize that you have more pondering before you make your final selections. But once you've reached your decisions, please share with us why you've chosen whom you've chosen.
Here's my list
Pierre Trudeau - cause he made it cool to be a canuck
Martin Sexton - astonishing musical talent
Mozart - again, the whole talent thing and I think the dude could party
George Sand - the gal had balls
Boudicca and/or Meave - ancient celtic queens
Da Vinci - brilliant mind, inovative thinker
Botticelli/Renoir/Rodin - gifted, seers
Churchill/Franklin - genius with all too human faults
Oscar Wilde/Shakespear - minds unfettered by consensus
Peter Gabriel - I love this guy's music
Thanks,
Ceili
Did I forget to mention that all my musicians have to come as they were in 1969 and yo'all are invited to come too? You can sit in the chairs on the side lawn and listen. Or you can traipse inside for the food or mosey around back where Elmer, my friend from Tulsa, who made barbeque so sweet and tender, will be running his smoker. He can rest in peace later.
My mom (r.i.p.) has made three kinds of salad for the beans and greens crowd and there's no limit as long as you eat what you take and put your dirty plate in the barrel! And pies, you want pies? We've got blueberry (picked at Gramma's Jeff's farm this morning) and peach (brought in from North Carolina by my sister and her partner Elaine), there's two kinds of strawberry and a rhubarb that will make you think you're the one who's died and gone to heaven.
People will come and go all night, wandering over to see where the music is coming from, then sit there for awhile under the trees. Up on the little balcony, off the yellow bedroom, there's a little box of rolled up treasures and some wooden matches. I'll go up there with any of you who wants to be a little mellow. We'll have a toke or two and watch the smoke drifting out with the breeze. The music will rise, the moon will move across the sky and, one by one, the lights across the valley will go out.
Ceili, Another interesting and diverse list. I especially like what you said about Churchill and Franklin. Genius with all-too-human faults. I think it's the latter that makes the former fascinating.
Joe, I don't know where you are, but I'll be there. I don't know what your place looks like, but I have a clear, sharp picture in my mind's eye. I guess I'd better warn you. I plan to sing along.
Ceili great list can I wrangle and invite.
You bet, the more the merrier.
Ceili
ooooh, great to see your invite is clarified, Joe. My entire table (those who want to, anyway) will have dinner together and then come to yours for the 1969 sing-along, ok?
We Shall Overcome
Little Boxes
Waste Deep in the Big Muddy
Joe Hill
Into the Mystic
and, of course, for obvious reasons:
Brown-Eyed Girl [thanks, Van!]
and on and on and on and on and on
can't wait!
Can we sing some Fugs tunes too?
Fugs' music is up to the host, Joe Nation. Did you see his list of guests? We may just, after all that wine, be fugging and so we don't need to concern ourselves with the Fugs.
Oh, my, did Sweetie actually write that?
:wink:
cav has to excuse himself for a few minutes....
Oh, I wanna go to Joe's party, too!
Joe, could you please seat me next to James Taylor? That way I'll be nice and laid back & in a good humor. Not Bonnie Raitt, oh no, or I will be in tears all evening. Nobody makes me cry like Bonnie. Could we ask her to sing "Something to Talk About" and a few of her more upbeat tunes, then after she leaves, can Cat Stevens come? (Yes, 1969 version, puhleeeez!) Bless Bonnie's ever-lovin' heart, but one stanza of "I Can't Make You Love Me" with all that liquor around and we'll have a crying jag like you've never seen. You'll be mopping up the floor for days, Joe. Besides, I always wanted to hear Cat sing with Sweet Baby James.
You mean Yusuf Islam isn't invited?
No. Yusuf Islam isn't invited.
(Sorry, Joe, I guess I shouldn't have answered for you. If you want him there, well, it's your party...but still...
)
BTW, I'll bring the barbecue from Elmer's place with me when I come. It's easier for me than it would be for him, I think.
Joe Nation wrote:Did I forget to mention that all my musicians have to come as they were in 1969 and yo'all are invited to come too? You can sit in the chairs on the side lawn and listen. Or you can traipse inside for the food or mosey around back where Elmer, my friend from Tulsa, who made barbeque so sweet and tender, will be running his smoker. He can rest in peace later.
My mom (r.i.p.) has made three kinds of salad for the beans and greens crowd and there's no limit as long as you eat what you take and put your dirty plate in the barrel! And pies, you want pies? We've got blueberry (picked at Gramma's Jeff's farm this morning) and peach (brought in from North Carolina by my sister and her partner Elaine), there's two kinds of strawberry and a rhubarb that will make you think you're the one who's died and gone to heaven.
People will come and go all night, wandering over to see where the music is coming from, then sit there for awhile under the trees. Up on the little balcony, off the yellow bedroom, there's a little box of rolled up treasures and some wooden matches. I'll go up there with any of you who wants to be a little mellow. We'll have a toke or two and watch the smoke drifting out with the breeze. The music will rise, the moon will move across the sky and, one by one, the lights across the valley will go out.
Joe
Thanks for the invite. You mind if I bring 10 guests along? Can't leave these guys alone for a minute. You know how it is ;-)
um, I always liked Cat Stevens, and I always had trouble with James Taylor, who everybodyelse liked. And what does that mean, maybe I will add Cat/Islam to my table. And I still have room for one more. I need someone between all my recents and all my way oldies. Someone in the early or mid nineteenth, and there we go...Fanny Butler.
Backing up, I will erase Cat, as I don't actually know his literacy level, I just liked some songs and don't entirely excoriate him for view jumps.
But, he can come to the big party and not the petite salon...
