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Name: Derek
Gender: Male
Interests: Music of all sorts, ambivalent interest in technology, political theory, Central Europe and Ireland, Scotland, Britain and Wales
Expertise: Political theory, music, biblical studies, research.
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
11/11/2005
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| I heard this song tonight played in a documentary about the civil rights movement in the late '60's. I think the singer was Nina Simone. The song hung over Martin Luther King Jr's funeral procession, and I could feel the sense of grief in the black community at that time through the haunting way she sang it.
But it is a love song at heart, with a touch of melancholy. I've changed the colour of hair to match that of my true love. Check out Nina Simone singing this on YouTube and you'll likely be blown away. In the mean time, while you're here, why not take a listen to my take on it:
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| The Bible tells us that through God's love he creates a new man in all
of us, a new woman. The old man wants what Satan wants; the new has
God's heart and the mind of Christ. I've been reminded of this fact
through a friend, and thought of this song, by the Waterboys, from
their album "The Secret Life of the Waterboys '81-'85". This was their
period of "Big Music" filled with twelve string guitars, violin,
saxophone, trumpet, piano and hammond organ. Most of those make it onto
this track. Mine, as per usual, is acappella.
True love kills the old man so that the new one may come to life. This
happens in our relationship with God, and with those whom we love
dearest.
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| I've recently had reason to reflect on what kind of friend I am, and am amazed at the honesty that I have with my closest friend(s).
But I also have struggled with keeping up good appearances, only to come clean later; with keeping up facades until they crumble, if only briefly.
So, tonight this song came to mind and I had to cut it. No live vocals on this one, because it asks stark, honest questions of all of us. I direct this at everyone and no-one...
Credits go to the late (and great) Mark Heard for penning this one. I have it on his album "High Noon".
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| As you all know via Facebook, I have found love. Her name is Melanie Ramsay and she and I have been dating since January and official for well nigh three months now. It's been a long time coming but the wait was worth it!
As some of you may not know, I have also lost my job, a contract with an MP, and have been looking for work since the beginning of March. The difference this time around is that, being without work, I have more time to spend with Melanie; I have she and her family praying that I would find work. As she walks with me through this search, I feel much greater joy in being with her than I do sorrow at being unemployed. Not that I like being out of work; I find this new era of e-mailing or uploading your CV into the electronic ether and then hoping for a reply quite frustrating. The days at home are now long and boring; the sense of a "temporary holiday" is long gone, and I may have to swallow hard and look back on the Hill in order to pay my bills. Things could definitely be worse, though. I'm happier now than I've been since I was a kid without a care in the world. | | |
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