A bit of dark and chaotic footage from a bar in Westside of Vancouver where a young piper works through a number while being attacked by a drunken cougar on Robbie Burns day.
A fave from the highland bard:
Highland Mary, 1792
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly! And clos’d for aye, the sparkling glance That dwalt on me sae kindly! And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo’ed me dearly! But still within my bosom’s core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Freshened up the music stash with live recordings from archive.org -including Warren Zevon, Billy Bragg, Jack Johnson, Allen Ginsberg, Robert Burns
With a head full of cold medicine, Dave reads a haibun poem for Remembrance day and then enjoys John Cairney reading from Robert Burns’ exploits and indiscretions in Edinburgh in a mighty brogue.
Dof yer cap for:
Robert Burns on Remembrance Day – Postcard #17 (17:04, 17MB, .mp3)
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