Henry Kaiser Monthly Solo #21: Back And There Again w/ Amendola, Bralove, Domene, Lopez, E#, Walker

0:00 intro jam 2:04 talk 3:17 GUITAR REQUIEM FOR MICHAEL ROTHENBERG HK solo 10:34 more talk 12:17 MINUS X Preview and CHAOS RIP SIR with Scott Amendola + HK + Brandon Lopez + Elliott Sharp 21:57 yet more talk 23:26 THERE AND BACK AGAIN with Álvaro Domene 27:47 THE MISTLETOE BOUGH a silent film from 1904 with a new soundtrack from Álvaro Domene + HK 34:31 DUET #2 Álvaro Domene + HK 38:13 PSYCHEDELIC GUITAR JAM AT RICK TURNER GUITARS Bill Walker + HK 50:40 THE SAME THING in Gualala 2012 Bob Bralove + HK 58:31 still more talk 1:00:11 MOLLUSCS ON VELVET HK solo with artwork by Brandy Gale poem text by Michael Rothenberg some links https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael... https://blues.gr/profiles/blogs/inter... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iannis_... http://www.elliottsharp.com https://scottamendola.com https://www.brandonlopez.nyc    • Achorripsis   https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achorri... http://www.alvarodomene.com https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legend_... https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1185661/ https://mainlynorfolk.info/bellowhead... http://billwalkermusic.com https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Bra... https://bobbralove.com http://brandygale.faso.com THE MISTLETOE BOUGH The mistletoe hung in the castle hall; The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. The Baron's retainers were blithe and gay, Keeping the Christmas holiday. The Baron beheld with a father's pride His beautiful child, Lord Lovell's bride. And she, with her bright eyes seemed to be The star of that goodly company. Oh, the mistletoe bough. "I'm weary of dancing, now," she cried; "Here, tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide, And, Lovell, be sure you're the first to trace The clue to my secret hiding place." Away she ran, and her friends began Each tower to search and each nook to scan. And young Lovell cried, "Oh, where do you hide? I'm lonesome without you, my own fair bride." Oh, the mistletoe bough. They sought her that night, they sought her next day, They sought her in vain when a week passed away. In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot, Young Lovell sought wildly, but found her not. The years passed by and their brief at last Was told as a sorrowful tale long past. When Lovell appeared, all the children cried, "See the old man weeps for his fairy bride." Oh, the mistletoe bough. At length, an old chest that had long laid hid Was found in the castle; they raised the lid. A skeleton form lay mouldering there In the bridal wreath of that lady fair. How sad the day when in sportive jest She hid from her lord in the old oak chest, It closed with a spring and a dreadful doom, And the bride lay clasped in a living tomb. Oh, the mistletoe bough. Published in "Ozark Folksongs" by Randolph and other folk music collections. It is credited to Thomas Haynes Bayley, who also wrote "Long Long Ago," and dates back to the early 19th century.