Music is holy, art is sacred, and creativity is power
Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
Hey now I'm not trying to stomp on anyone's parade...but doesn't wine seem a little sissy! Beer, Scotch & Bourbon!!!! Party down Highlanders! Annabelle
I can go down to my local liquor store and buy Irish beer, English beer, Canadian beer, Mexican beer, German beer, Belgian beer, Japanese beer, even Filipino beer but do you think that I can buy a single Scottish beer? Nae!! The only way I can get a Scottish style ale is to make my own. I think that our pub needs to be a brew pub so that a laddie or lassie can sit down with a pint of Scottish ale. As far as music is concerned I will concede some time to my Irish cousins but "Scotland the Brave" needs to be heard at least once an hour.
It amazes me how people take Scottish music..around National Tartan Day I play alot of Irish, Scottish and relaxing Celtic music...I've had comments that were anywhere between "please turn that off, it sounds like a cat screaming to play more. Got to educate the public man.
I don't know about the wine, but from what I've read Capercaillie is Scottish. The cd I have being recorded in Edinburgh and Glasglow. And Karen Matheson is from the West coast of Scotland and her inspiration was her Grandmother, a singer from the island of Barra in the Outer Hebrides where Karen learned many of the traditional songs that have been the backbone of Capercaillie's material over the years. (yeah, I'm paraphrasing their webpage)
So crank up Capercaille with nary a qualm.
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Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. - Frederick Buechner
If society prospers at the expense of the intangibles, how can it be called progress?