The Hollywood Glitterati were in attendance and in abundance at our Whistler wedding gig this weekend…Tom Hanks, Rita Wilson, Karly Rae Jepson, Christina Perri…and more. We re-enacted the surprise moment in the wedding scene from “Love Actually”, complete with Gospel Choir ( Candus Churchill and friends, String Quartet and Horn Section (Bill Runge and friends). Justin was just, well, just so young! I studied his “this is me being tough” face and felt compassion for him. The rehearsal did not go particularly well vocally, but Justin was kind and considerate to all. He wore those hipified low slung guy harem pants that are popping onto the fashion scene. Yes as I sat beside Jack Stafford and waited for our moment to leap into action as “the flute section”, I took note of the shoes the woman in front of us was wearing. Some fantastic art creations with cork and gold ankle straps atop skydive stilettos. My bunion hurt.
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Poem for Paul Horn
Wonderwalk
It is June in Tucson
and I’m staying with my flute pal, Paul Horn,
or, the god Pan, take your pick.
the Sonora desert is teeming with Life
birds taking chorus after chorus
quail, wood dove, cardinal and humming birds
quivering pink bouganvillea lays back
beneath brilliance of impossible blue skies
sun kissing my neck
it has an Easter feeling here
with all the wild rabbits
so tame you can almost
touch them.
HB
This poem was written during a visit with Paul in Tucson
in the late nineties. Paul passed this week. He was a flute mentor
to me and life long inspiration. My love goes out to Ann and the family.
Strangely, I had a dream this week of a red cardinal. Now, I will think of Paul
when I play, with love.
Summer’s First Morning Awakens
Summer’s First Morning Awakens
A play of words
A play of light
The longest day
The shortest night
Let the madness of the world fall away today
and you and I dance around the sun
Summer’s first morning awakens
like a precious child
a daisy ring
a four-leaf clover of hope
the full familiar fragrance
that I yearn for has arrived
We stand balanced for a moment
at our height our peak
in the sweet stillness of truth
beyond the pendulum of light and dark
H Burke June 21 2014
When The Time Comes
When The Time Comes
For now, I will stay in the darkened comfort
of my bedroom, shades drawn down like half closed eyes
squeezed against the too bright light.
I will stay here as long as I need to.
When the time comes, perhaps at dusk,
when the light and the world are softer,
I’ll hear a robin’s song and be drawn outside
out into the blue dome of night with golden stars waiting
and see the new moon smile.
for the Bruschinis
Musical Muses: Music and the Filmmaking Process
Thank you Gio for sharing these valuable thoughts…
I remember a dear friend of mine expressing his anger towards Ennio Morricone: ”I don’t understand why he always tells us when and how to feel. There is no free interpretation of the content, and the emotions are induced and manufactured”. I could understand his perspective, and I can also appreciate the kind of realist cinema he personally cherishes. What I could not understand is why be mad at one of the most powerful ‘formalist’ forces (to use a word dear to him) available in the filmmakers toolset?
In a way, I then knew I was not the only person having felt tricked and betrayed by the power of music, feeling strong emotions towards a narrative and visual content that would probably have left me indifferent if it was not for the score. Years ago, this obsession for music in film, and the filmmaking process,
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Let’s Explore Music @ PAL Theatre Tomorrow Night!
Stellar band to enjoy tomorrow night @ PAL 581 Cardero 7:30 pm
Come to the Sylvia Hotel tonight! 8 -10 pm Holly Burke & The Naturals
The Holly, The Ivy and Naturals Light
The Holly, The Ivy and Naturals Light
Naturals Light ~ a tasty trio version of Holly Burke & The Naturals will be appearing at the historic Sylvia Hotel on English Bay this Thursday, where we’ll delve into the mystery of the history…of this legendary ivy covered hotel, The Grande Dame of English Bay.
Did Errol Flynn really die there? is it haunted? And what about that cat, Mr.Got to Go?
Come find out.
1154 Gilford St. 8-10 pm. Two delicious sets. n/c
Holly Burke Music & Poetry 