December 2nd, 2010
|05:16 am - A little late for his birthday, but what the heck|
He always started with this, except for the last sets in Santa Monica. I don't think she was worth it, if what I've heard is true.
some really nice imagery here. Too bad I didn't have the nerve to ask Archie Fisher to sing this at his concert last month in Santa Cruz.
Stan wasn't the most attractive man in the world, just looking at him. When he started to sing or talk, well, I miss him. It's so ironic, Stan mostly bald, Garnet with his wonderful long hair and widow's peak. Now that man is handsome--yes, the hair is part of it. They are both grand and loyal men.
by Garnet (his brother):
by Nathan (stan's son)
This is where he sounds so much like his father
As you can see, the Rogers men each have their own styles
Music by Garnet, to words by the 19 century English clergyman and novelist, Charles Kingsley (Water Babies was his)
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Bluenose was the name of my first car, an old VW Fastback, bought the year Stan died (1983). She had a Canadian dime, with the Bluenose cutout to display it, tied to her rearview window stem.
In December 1992, I was at Epcot in the Canadian exhibit round film room. This song came on as the soundtrack to the 360˚ film by which we were surrounded. I began to weep. It was another year or two before I'd be able to choose to hear Stan's music--before then, I would just cry if I heard it. His loss still hurt that intensely.
Current Mood: contemplative
He's been sober over 10 years now. When he finally came to the Bay Area, long after his brother's death, he was chugging chamomile tea with a fever of 102F. He said something about it tasting like the runoff from grass clippings, and that at one point *when he was still drinking* he'd had occasion to find out what the runoof from clippings tasted like.
I'm glad to know that - that he's sober, I mean.