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Thursday, December 25, 2014

'tkarsmisd☼☼sc☼llectief prezenteert zennen eigezinnege Karsmis pleejlist: ☼ccupy Christmas* xÖx

Karsmisd☼☼ske in A stille stalleke

z☼nderstr☼em inkl☼eded...

(pic by Krist11ke)

Uitgezonden 25.12.2014 in De Muziekdoos op Radio Centraal 106.7 (Antwerp)
☼n air every thunderday 14 - 16 u

enj☼y
*(☼♥☼)*

Bruce Cockburn & Jackson Browne - All I Want For Christmas (Is World Peace)
Spike Jone & His City Slickers - All I Want For Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)
Johnny Cash - Christmas as I Knew It
Stafke Fabri - Karsmis deur de Joare
Jethro Tull - Ring Out Solstice Bells
The Beach Boys - Little Saint Nick
Karina Skye - Jingle Bells, Cast Your Spells
The Ramones - Merry Christmas (I Don't Want To Fight Tonight)
STR☼EMST☼ERING – N☼ Electrickery.... (Evr'ybody's got to live (Arthur Lee))
Eartha Kitt – Santa Baby
sch☼kskes van de fanfaar fatalllllallllll...
Leon Redbone And Dr John – Frosty The Snowman
Elmo & Patsy - Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer
Wannes Van de Velde - Kerstmis is dien dag dat ze niet schieten
The Marcels – Merry Twistmas
Butterbeans & Susie – Papa Ain't No Santa Clause (Mama Ain't No Christmas Tree)
slÖ – Kerstgedicht (Herman J. Claeys)
Captain Beefheart - There Ain't No Santa Claus on the Evening Stage
Antwerp Gypsy Ska Orchestra – Christmas is here and we don't care
Mark Pitta – Jingle Bells fake Jim Morrison karaoke

http://www.mixcloud.com/straatsalaat/karsmisdske-in-a-stille-stalleke/

Saturday, June 21, 2014

De Muziekdoos: Uitvaart Etjén (Etienne De Cnodder) (21 juni 1942 - 16 juni 2014)
Lieve Vrienden,

de uitvaartplechtigheid met asverstrooiing vindt plaats op donderdag 26 juni 2014 te 15uur in Aula Aster van het Crematorium Antwerpen.

Weest Allen Welkom!
(en breng een muziekdoozeke mee... als ge er 1 hebt...)

adres: Jules Moretuslei 2
2610 Antwerpen-Wilrijk
(kaart)

Rust in Vrede Etjén*

(pic by Krist11ke*)

'Low Country' - for Etienne

The Antwerp Godfather of live music, Etienne (Etjen), recently passed away.

His unique free podium cafe (in all its locations) occupied a huge part of my Low Country life

from 1994 to 2006 and I occupied a huge part of his cafe whenever possible.

Etienne & De Muziekdoos influenced an awful lot of my songs, in particular 'low country',

hell, he inspired a whole album - a brown cafe at 3am.

 Etienne has left behind a beer crate full of memories - some half-remembered, some fuggy,

some captured on film. I've collated what photos I could find and hope to credit you all...

especially Tom Merckx, Bert M. D'hooge, Jef Davidse, Frank Vranckx, Els D'hooge, Bill Johnson and myself.

'One more for the road my friend, who knows where this road will end?'

Nigel Parrington (the low countries)

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Mariee Sioux: for, it's a test of courage to kiss the snake-tongued people.

Two Tongues

Can you tell us the place where
The Elders chew the sky soft
The place where love is like
A perfect knee-quilled arrow
Flown from bows of pure willow
And under the thundering roll of ghost buffalo
Oh, can�t you hear the world�s heart breaking

For, it�s a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people
And yes, it is a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people

�Cause it�s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
It�s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
It�s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
Like bitter spirits and sweet wine
�Cause it�s like two tongues, at one time
At one time

So, pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
Pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
Pour �em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour �em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour �em all for the hauntings
And cool down for the hauntings
And harden for the hauntings
And now granite-soul
You�re a hunter, hunter hunting
Children of the wild plains
And now granite-soul you�re a hunter
Your hunter hunting children of the wild plains

And if my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandma
Could find them she would put all of their poisoned
All of their poisoned, poisoned teeth in her medicine bag
In her medicine bag
She�d make a graph of our death-beat pulse, murmur quiet
Pulse, murmur quiet
Like hiding pheasants in tall grass

Now there�s faces in the rocks
And they�re coming on strong
Faces in the rocks with medicine tongues
Faces in the rocks feels like a million to one
Woman and man in the moon with a cradle-board son
Oh, braided �round close to all warmth is gone
Gone

So, here, take these blankets
Here, take these blankets
Here, take these blankets
They�re woven from the hair of the dead

The hair from your sisters
Hair from your brothers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters
The hair from your mothers
Hair from your fathers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters

And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo�s eye
And we, we stood by you
Like a mama bear shot with her cubs at her side
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo�s eye