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We’re All Alone

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I love doing “duet” sessions with Conan when he gets the chance. He cleans up nicely, and he’s gradually getting even better looking as time goes on. Here, we’re at part of the current exhibit in LEA25, which has a few spots we can work with. A good thing on the last, as scripts are disabled there; neither of us were able to use AnyPose for smiles or eye movement, even when we added it off sim and jumped back in. But we’re adaptable, if nothing else.

Outside the rain begins
And it may never end
So cry no more, on the shore a dream
Will take us out to sea
Forevermore, forevermore

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Conan is in a very nice formal suit from Prism for Men, on the same sim as the women’s store. A HUD gives you two shirt colors and for different tie patterns.  As for me, I’m in a dress I discovered from ArisAris on the Marketplace, also HUD driven, with Zuri jewelry (currently new, and so available to members for 25% off), and a pair of half-length gloves from Valentina E. exclusively for Maitreya Lara.  These are just one set in an extremely fair gacha at the current round of Whimsical; and, while not perfect — the hand is very rigid looking — the colors are excellent for all types.  I put together the whole collection with very little “investment” in duplicates.

Close your eyes and dream
And you can be with me
‘Neath the waves, through the cave of hours
Long forgotten now
We’re all alone, we’re all alone

Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
Learn how to pretend

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Love in the shadows — a wonderful thing.

Once a story’s told
It can’t help but grow old
Roses do, lovers too, so cast
Your seasons to the wind
And hold me dear, oh, hold me dear

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So much for stargazing…because you are all the stars in the sky for me.

Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
All’s forgotten now
We’re all alone, all alone

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Scroll on down for a live performance of “We’re All Alone” by the songwriter and original singer, Boz Scaggs.

Close the window, calm the light
And it will be all right
No need to bother now
Let it out, let it all begin
Owe it to the wind, my love

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The details:

We're All Alone Conan

Conan (as Pharo) is wearing —

  • Skin: Swallow Daniel (peach, brown eyebrows)
  • Eyes: EDDESIGN HD – 2010 Acqua eyes (dark blue sky 40)
  • Hair: Redgrave Chris (Blond)
  • Attachments: SLink Male Hands and Feet
  • Suit: Prism for Men Leo (white)
  • Shoes: Heth Haute Couture Kenneth boots (with socks)
  • Jewelry: Heth Haute Couture Quinn men’s ring

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Harper (as Dannta) is wearing) —

  • Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara V3.5, with feet added
  • Skin: Glam Affair Cleo (America – Clean B)
  • Eyes: La Boheme Eyes Spellcraft (Prussian Blue)
  • Hair: Vanity Hair Glittering Heights
  • Dress: ArisAris / B&W Serenade Dress
  • Shoes: Italiano Sea Star sandals (vintage)
  • Accessories: Valentina E. Garbo gloves (Midlength Gold) (gacha, Maitreya only item, L$50/play at Whimsical event through September 8); Zuri Rayna Serpo suite (earrings, bracelets, ring and necklace (Antique Gold)
  • Makeup: Glamorize Drama eyeshadow (Black – Black/Purple); *BOOM* Liquid Glaze liner (yellow) (vintage); Glamorize On Point lipstick (Warm Brown); FATElashes v2.0

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Photographed at Invictus, LEA25.

All photos available on Flickr in full size (PNG).

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Woodstock x 47

Jem at Woodstock

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell where are you going?
This he told me
Said, I’m going down to Yasgur’s Farm,
Gonna join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free….

I wasn’t alive, of course, when the Woodstock Music and Arts Fair happened — I’m slightly younger than the Mother of Bloggers I work with here, LOL.  But I do understand what a watershed moment Woodstock was.  Harper was telling me about a friend from her childhood who had been invited to go with some friends…and he turned them down.  He kicked himself later, and made a trip to Max Yasgur’s Farm with a friend this year to see the site.

It’s unimaginable in some ways what went on there, when compared with what society is today.  Three days that rolled over into a fourth accidentally, with thousands of people living in pretty rugged conditions — and there were no violent incidents.  It was all about the music and the movement.  At least one baby was born on site, and I wouldn’t be surprised if a whole bunch of them were conceived there at one point or another.  It’s something that can only be imitated anymore, never duplicated, though I understand people have tried; it captured a moment of innocence that we’re probably too crabbed and jaded to seize again.

But one can hope….

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By the time we got to Woodstock,
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation….

Woodstock Monument

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Telephone Line

Writing from Destin, Florida:

Telephone Line

Photo by Conan Bankersbox

Hello, how are you? Have you been alright?
Through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights
That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
If you’d pick up that telephone

Hey, how you feelin’? Are you still the same?
Don’t you realize the things we did, we did
Were all for real, not a dream? And I just can’t believe
They’ve all faded out of view

Doowop dooby doo doowop, doowah doolang
Blue days, black nights, doowah doolang

I look into the sky
The love you need ain’t gonna see you through
And I wonder why
The little things you planned ain’t coming true

Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight
Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight

Okay, so no one’s answering
Well, can’t you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer, longer, oh
I’ll just sit tight through shadows of the night
But let it ring for evermore….

“Telephone Line,” music and lyrics by Jeff Lynne

Photographed in Elysium City of Templemore

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I’ll Be Seeing You (At Fantasy Faire)

Jem in Serenity Region

I’ll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children’s carousel
The chestnut trees, the wishing well….

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Actually, since I’m talking about Second Life’s Fantasy Faire, I won’t be seeing you, or any of my friends, or anybody, for that, at anything like that.  Not unless you know where something like that (especially a carousel) is in any of these sims; I haven’t been everywhere yet, but I haven’t seen a single park or cafe or carousel anywhere so far.  I have seen a whole lot of big white rings and vendor boxes looking for donations, which will be passed on to the American Cancer Society at Faire’s end.

Of course, in this costume (which is from a Marketplace purchase of a gacha goodie), I may not be seeing you, but you’ll be seeing a lot of me!  From what I’ve found so far, though, Fantasy Faire is the perfect place to wear this, in many ways.

Jem and Harper, Sapphire Mirror Lake, Fantasy Faire 2016

Harper decided to go a lot more demure than me, and fed another gacha machine (off Faire) until she put together this costume.  This is what we opened Fantasy Faire with, but I suspect we’ll be changing clothes a few times before the last day.

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I’ll be seeing you
In every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way
I’ll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you

“I’ll Be Seeing You,” by Sammy Fain and Irving Kahal

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Waitin’ For the Bus

Waitin' For the Bus

Waiting for the bus.
Where is the bus?
The bus is late.
Waiting for the bus in the rain.
(in the rain)
When the bus come?
Where the bus at?
Got my bus pass.
Bus is much better than a train.
(than a train)….

If you want to hear this, watch the video below.  Sadly, Conan didn’t want to learn about it; he seems to be a touch bored….

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Return to “The Carnival Is Over” — In Video Form!

When I did the original article “The Carnival Is Over” back in April, I strung the photos I selected to the lyrics of an old Seekers song, and included a clip from an Australian television show at the bottom to give everyone the chance to hear the actual song, one of my favorites.

But I had all these photos that I shot — I try to take at least 15 photos for any session I do, other than landscape and candid work, so I can pick the best from the collection’s contact sheet for use in an article, as well as on Flickr.  And, while I was fiddling around the other day with things, I realized I have the tools to make a sort of video from all those photos; and so I said to myself, “Self,” I said, “you’re gonna make that video!”

The sad thing is that Mignonne region, where I did the camera work, is now closed and sunk beneath the tides of the Great Virtual Sea.  I wanted to go back and see if I could do some more work to better fill in the story, but that was now impossible.  However, I think I did a respectable, if not Oscar-worthy, effort with the 30 photos I did have, and I offer it to you for your enjoyment.  Please tell me what you think!

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Ridin’ with the King

The King

The King has gone home.  Riley B. King, better known to his millions of devotees as B. B. King, died today at age 89.  B. B. was respected by both contemporaries and by the many younger musicians in jazz, blues and rock that he inspired with his guitar playing and Delta blues. A multiple Grammy winner, he was also inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and was a recipient of the Kennedy Center Honors in 1995.

Eric Clapton considered him a teacher, and recorded an album with him that I loved.  I’ve never collected blues music, but this one, and its title song, has stayed with me for years, including the spoken recitation near the end:

I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old
With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
And I’m gonna play this thing until the day I die

Rest well, Your Majesty.  We’ll take care of Lucille for you.

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Posted May 15, 2015 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Music, People, Real Life

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