Music:
Member Since: 04/10/2005
Band Members: Tony Gilkyson - Guitars, Vox; Kip Boardman - Bass, Piano, Guitar, Vox; Jason Moore - Drums; Danny McGough - Pump Organ, Organ, Guitar; Don Heffington - Drums, Deer Hooves; Mike Stinson - Drums; Matthias Schneeberger - Piano; Ben Eshbach - Vox; Linda Pine - Vox; Celeste Moreno - Vox, Viola, Saxophone, Harmonica, Optigon. And Charlie McGovern on the digital recording devices.
Influences: Alphabetical and incomplete: Dirk Bogarde, Melvyn Bragg, Goran Bregovic, Glenn Campbell, Leonard Cohen, The Cramps, The Doctor, Dubliners (JJ), Duchamps, Stephen Fry, Edye Gorme, Gormenghast, Lee Hazelwood, Heloise (and Abelard), Alfred Hitchcock, Friedrich Hoellander, Lightning Hopkins, Horatio Hornblower, Huckleberry Finn, Jeanette, La Lupe, Herman Melville, David Milch, Ricky Nelson, Willie Nelson, Pergolesi, Gene Pitney, Ray Price, Purcell, Rashomon, Donatella Rettore, Jody Reynolds, Alan Rickman, Robinhood (E. Flynn), Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, JK Rowlings, The Searchers (John Ford), David Simon, Staples Singers, Star Wars, JRR Tolkien, Erich Von Stroheim, Wodehouse
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Sounds Like: It was in the month of August, 1829, when, on a fine summer evening, his instructor showed him, for the first time, the starry heavens. His astonishment and transport surpassed all description. He could not be satiated with its sight, and was ever returning to gaze upon it; at the same time fixing accurately with his eye the different groups that were pointed out to him, remarking the stars most distinguished for their brightness, and observing the differences of their respective colour. "That, " he exclaimed, "is, indeed, the most beautiful sight that I have ever yet seen in the world. But who has placed all these numerous beautiful candles there? who lights them? who puts them out?" When he was told, that like the sun, with which he was already acquainted, they always, continue to give light, he asked again; who placed them there above, that they may always continue to give light? At length, standing motionless, with his head bowed down, and his eyes staring, he fell into a train of deep and serious meditation. When he again recovered his recollection, his transport had been succeeded by deep sadness. He sank trembling upon a chair, and asked, why that wicked man had kept him always locked up, and had never shown him any of these beautiful things. He (Casper) had never done any harm. He then broke out into a fit of crying, which lasted for a long time, and which could with difficulty be soothed; and said, that "the man with whom he had always been" may now also be locked up for a few days, that he may learn to know how hard it is to be treated so. Before seeing this beautiful celestial display, Caspar had never shown any thing like indignation against that man; and much less had he ever been willing to hear that he ought to be punished. Only weariness and slumber were able to quiet his sensations; and he did not fall asleep .. a thing that had never happened to him before .. until it was about 11 o'clock.
During the time he was staying at my house, I often took him along with me in my walks, and I conducted him once, on a pleasant morning, up one of our, so called, mountains, where a beautiful and cheerful prospect opens upon the handsome city lying beneath it, and upon a lovely valley surrounded by hills. Caspar was, for a moment, highly delighted with the view; but he soon became silent and sad.
To my question concerning the reason of his altered humour, he replied, "I was just thinking how many beautiful things there are in the world, and how hard it is for me to have lived so long and to have seen nothing of them; and how happy children are who have been able to see all these things from their earliest infancy, and can still look at them. I am already so old, and am still obliged to learn what children knew long ago. I wish I had never come out of my cage; he who put me there should have left me there. Then I should never have known and felt the want of any thing; and I should not have experienced the misery of never haying been a child, and of having come so late into the world."I endeavoured to pacify him by telling him, "That in respect to the beauties of nature, there was no great cause for regretting his fate in comparison with that of other children and men, who had been in the world since their childhood. Most men, having grown up amidst these glorious sights, and considering them as common things which they see every day, regard them with indifference; and retaining the same insensibility throughout their whole life, they feel no more at beholding them, than animals grazing in a meadow. For him (Caspar) who had entered upon life as a young man, they had been preserved in all their freshness and purity; and hereby no small indemnification was given him for the loss of his earlier years; and he had thus gained a considerable advantage over them." He answered nothing, and seemed, if not convinced, yet somewhat comforted. But it will never be possible, at any time, entirely to comfort him respecting his fate. He is a tender tree, from which the crown has been taken, and the heart of whose root is gnawed by a worm.
-Feuerbach
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