First, I am still upset about the falling out I mentioned the other day, and concerned that it may be a sign my friend is not coping all that well…. But there is nothing I can do about it. So how appropriate that yesterday morning this should appear on Twitter!
One of the first things I saw on Facebook yesterday morning was a response to an earlier post here — from Rowan Cahill, whose PhD thesis I have been reading, a thesis that very ably fills in much I did not know about his subject, left-wing journalist Rupert Lockwood and the whole milieu behind him.
Neil…and I go back to the 70s when we were school teachers involved in changing education theory and practice from our viewpoint in the classrooms, and at one stage he was one of my editors….today he ruminates and blogs, and he has some words about me & my work that I appreciate greatly…..thanks Neil..
That was nice to see!
Then came a lengthy live-streamed performance and dialogue from that beautiful young Spanish pianist — great-great-great grandson of Franz Liszt — Michael Andreas Haeringer. Uploaded from his home piano in May 2020 when he was still 17, it is 53 minutes — and I did not at first watch it all, but enough to know it really is excellent. Sorry, it can’t be embedded but the link there should find it.
You hear quite a bit from him by way of speech in English and Spanish too. He was celebrating 1,000,000 likes/follows on FB! And he sings — rather well — “Old Town Road” at the end!
He really is very talented, as you would know from earlier occasions in this blog — but also quite a personality. Lately he has been having some issues that require daily physiotherapy. We all wish him well.
This is the song: “One or more versions of “Old Town Road” have topped the national singles charts in Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Ireland, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Switzerland and the United Kingdom, and have charted in the top 10 in various other markets.” I had never heard of it!
Then distant cousin James Whitfield — very much still in the Picton/Tahmoor area from which my father’s family sprung before my grandfather moved to Shellharbour in the late 19th century — reminded us of what yesterday was. James is a great photographer whose love of his home area is most infectious. He is around my age too — but I have never met him, though it is possible we were both at certain funerals in Picton in the 1950s!
And on that theme FB memories threw this up — a lovely May Gibbs painting:
Finally, and really less important, I did see the final stats for August for this blog: