EPISODE 603 CONCERT BY AGE OF REASON AT BENARES JUNE 24, 2022
alan skeoch
june 24, 2022
“Bringing our own chair makes a concert very personal.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Feels like the concert is just for us.”
“Sounds self – centred.”
“Right. But maybe a few times in our lives we should feel special, don’t you think?”
THIS IS BENARES ESTATE…OWNED BY THE CITY OF MISSISSAUGA
All summer long, every Friday except for Canada Day the Friends of the Museum
has arranged social concerts….free, although a donation of $10 is appreciated.
David O’Hearn
Michelle Gee
Maria Moore
Chris Burke
Michelle Gee
Maria Moore
Chris Burke
Four musicians ,… David, Michelle, Maria and Chris….serenaded us for two hours of
Folk Tunes most of us knew by heart. including ‘Puff The Magic Dragon/‘ played and sung so Michelles’ grand daughter
could dance. (see little girl)
Join Lennon’s “IMAGINE” …was another… Then something from the Mommas and the Poppas who I had never
known.
David jumped off the stage and threaded his way though the audience.
I counted two dogs….coul dhave been more…another dog howled in some distant corner
of Benares.
Feature dancer…
Wanda….Enthusiastic committee member and record keeper
A reader … stretched right out
And the organizer and Mistress of ceremonies, Joyce
“ChriS, you were part of the Windmill Theatre…I recognized our voice.” said Marjorie
“I wish the Windmill was still going….sadly not so.” said Chris.
featuring Maria on the tambourine . Can you find it in he picture?
Michelle on the guitar….also a Windmill Theatre soloist. And a grandmother believed or not
STORY SONGS …LIKE ’SOUND OF SILENCE BY SIMON AND GARFUNKEL
Lyrics
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon