Re: For Kate; a song/and for all; a fun story

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I admit I have not listened very much to , but I looked him up on youtube. And you are right, they are/sound similar in many ways, In fact the song with I listened to on youtube today ("The way you look tonight"), I first heard as a Swedish cover/translation by precisely this singer, Björn Afzelius. Now, if I understand it right, it's not a -song originally, either, but apparently they both liked it enough to make a cover on it. So, similar tastes/musical styles if nothing else.I hope you did get all the words to the song. It looks in your reply as if one line is (partly) missing. But that could very well be just an effect of the automatic editing that happens in a reply. Mr. Afzelius is unfortunately no longer among us, he died from cancer in 1999, at the age of 52. Too bad, in my opinion! But I am glad I got the opportunity to meet with him before that. It's kind of a funny story. He was doing a reunion with his 1970's band Hoola Bandoola (the name doesn't mean anything in Swedish either, it was an imitation of what the ants were saying, in a very unintelligible ant language in a Duck movie...), and me and a friend went to see/hear them play. After the concert we sneaked behind the scene and hung around near the backstage entry for awhile, hoping to be able to catch the band as they left. To say hello, or ask for autographs or whatever (I am not sure we had a clear idea of what we wanted actually...). That was when we saw a group of people, just ordinary people from the audience (or so we thought...) just walk right in through the backstage door, right past the security guards. And the guards didn't stop them! We said to each other that "Hey! If they are getting in backstage, SO ARE WE!" and walked right in just like them (almost a little bit annoyed about the nerve and disrespect we thought they were displaying, but determined to not be left out of any of the fun they were getting, just the same...).The guards didn't attempt to stop us either, to our embarrassment however, we realized the second we had entered the backstage area that the other group of people were not members of the audience, they were wives, kids and other family members of the band... We hung back for a bit, trying to decide what to do: We didn't really want to turn right back, and that way let the security guards understand that we didn't belong there, but a bit too embarrassed about our mistake to, really, want the band to find us there... That's when Mr. Afzelius approached us (he had seen us enter), and, well, kind of wondered what we were doing there (but in a very friendly manner), shook our hands and invited us to stay for a glass of wine (which we accepted). He even said that he admired the cool attitude we had displayed when walking past the guards, said he would never, ever have been that cocky when he was in our age (we never did explain the misunderstanding that lay behind that particular attitude...).love/Reb>> My dear Reb,> How very, very thoughtful of you! I am listening to the song as I write this. > The gentleman has a sweet and gentle voice. Reminds me a bit of my favorite, > . The words are especially stirring. > > I am in awe of your organization; love it if you could come here and organize me > a bit!> Thanks again for thinking of me, Reb. It really means so much!> love, Kate> > > > > ________________________________> To: MSersLife MSersLife > Sent: Tue, February 22, 2011 6:59:10 AM> Subject: For Kate; a song> > > I was in the process of clearing out the computer this morning (creating some > kind of order among all the files, getting rid of some, and ordering the rest in > a more logical way), but I got kind of stuck when I found this song. It's an old > time favorite, got the album (an LP, as this was back in the stone age...) for > Christmas 1990, when it was new (and I was 16). This particular song especially > spoke to me already then (the year when I turned 16 was a tough year for me, a > lot of emotional turmoil for a lot of reasons, so I could really relate to the > lyrics of this one). And even after that, it has been a song to relate to in a > lot of times. > > This morning when I came across it, I thought of you, Kate, and the tough and > trying times you and your family is going through right now with the illness of > your dad.> > You can listen to it on youtube at:

(if that link doesn't work, try this one http://bit.ly/fgbHHF )> > The title is "Tusen bitar" (meaning "A thousand pieces"), and the singer is also > the one who translated it into Swedish (originally it was a Danish song).> > And for you, Kate, I have translated the lyrics into English (or tried).> It goes like this:> > "They say that above the clouds, the sky is always blue> But that may be hard to believe, when you can't see it> gain,> but that is seldom of much use, to those who have been soaked> > Cause when friends disappear, or when love ends,> you'll see everything with slightly different eyes.> > You practice, and slowly you'll get better att seeing, > the difference between truths and lies,> Everything can break, but a heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> Everything can break, but a heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> > They say that there is always something good in all that happens, > and that believeing that will often give us strength.> Yes, we say a lot, but know so little about ourselves,> when anxiety and loneliness arrives. > > Cause when friends disappear, or when love ends,> you'll see everything with slightly different eyes.> So, you practice, and slowly you'll get better att seeing, > the difference between truths and lies,> > Everything can break, but a heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> Everything can break, but my heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> Everything can break, but my heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then I am sure you are."> > love> /Reb>

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I was attempting to copy and paste that portion of the song about the rain, when I somehow, inadvertently erased a portion of the verse. That was me that did that, and not you.I'm glad you looked JT up on Youtube. Yes, they have a similar style and sound.I just love the story of your 'brazenness'! So funny! At least you did manage to meet the fellow. What a tragedy; 52--that's how old I'll be this year, too young to go.Thanks again for the song, Reb.,love to you and ,KateTo: MSersLife Sent: Tue, February 22, 2011 12:37:28 PMSubject: Re: For Kate; a song/and for all; a fun story

I admit I have not listened very much to , but I looked him up on youtube. And you are right, they are/sound similar in many ways, In fact the song with I listened to on youtube today ("The way you look tonight"), I first heard as a Swedish cover/translation by precisely this singer, Björn Afzelius. Now, if I understand it right, it's not a -song originally, either, but apparently they both liked it enough to make a cover on it. So, similar tastes/musical styles if nothing else.I hope you did get all the words to the song. It looks in your reply as if one line is (partly) missing. But that could very well be just an effect of the automatic editing that happens in a reply. Mr. Afzelius is unfortunately no longer among us, he died from cancer in 1999, at the age of 52. Too bad, in my opinion! But I am glad I got the opportunity to meet with him before that. It's kind of a funny story. He was doing a reunion with his 1970's band Hoola Bandoola (the name doesn't mean anything in Swedish either, it was an imitation of what the ants were saying, in a very unintelligible ant language in a Duck movie...), and me and a friend went to see/hear them play. After the concert we sneaked behind the scene and hung around near the backstage entry for awhile, hoping to be able to catch the band as they left. To say hello, or ask for autographs or whatever (I am not sure we had a clear idea of what we wanted actually...). That was when we saw a group of people, just ordinary people from the audience (or so we thought...) just walk right in through the backstage door, right past the security guards. And the guards didn't stop them! We said to each other that "Hey! If they are getting in backstage, SO ARE WE!" and walked right in just like them (almost a little bit annoyed about the nerve and disrespect we thought they were displaying, but determined to not be left out of any of the fun they were getting, just the same...).The guards didn't attempt to stop us either, to our embarrassment however, we realized the second we had entered the backstage area that the other group of people were not members of the audience, they were wives,

kids and other family members of the band... We hung back for a bit, trying to decide what to do: We didn't really want to turn right back, and that way let the security guards understand that we didn't belong there, but a bit too embarrassed about our mistake to, really, want the band to find us there... That's when Mr. Afzelius approached us (he had seen us enter), and, well, kind of wondered what we were doing there (but in a very friendly manner), shook our hands and invited us to stay for a glass of wine (which we accepted). He even said that he admired the cool attitude we had displayed when walking past the guards, said he would never, ever have been that cocky when he was in our age (we never did explain the misunderstanding that lay behind that particular attitude...).love/Reb>> My dear Reb,> How very, very thoughtful of you! I am listening to the song as I write this. > The gentleman has a sweet and gentle voice. Reminds me a bit of my favorite, > . The words are especially stirring. > > I am in awe of your organization; love it if you could come here and organize me > a bit!> Thanks again for thinking of me, Reb. It really means so much!> love, Kate> > > > > ________________________________> To: MSersLife MSersLife > Sent: Tue, February 22, 2011 6:59:10 AM> Subject: For Kate; a song> > > I was in the process of

clearing out the computer this morning (creating some > kind of order among all the files, getting rid of some, and ordering the rest in > a more logical way), but I got kind of stuck when I found this song. It's an old > time favorite, got the album (an LP, as this was back in the stone age...) for > Christmas 1990, when it was new (and I was 16). This particular song especially > spoke to me already then (the year when I turned 16 was a tough year for me, a > lot of emotional turmoil for a lot of reasons, so I could really relate to the > lyrics of this one). And even after that, it has been a song to relate to in a > lot of times. > > This morning when I came across it, I thought of you, Kate, and the tough and > trying times you and your family is going through right now with the illness of > your dad.> > You can listen to it on youtube at:

(if that link doesn't work, try this one http://bit.ly/fgbHHF )> > The title is "Tusen bitar" (meaning "A thousand pieces"), and the singer is also > the one who translated it into Swedish (originally it was a Danish song).> > And for you, Kate, I have translated the lyrics into English (or tried).> It goes like this:> > "They say that above the clouds, the sky is always blue> But that may be hard to believe, when you can't see it> gain,> but that is seldom of much use, to those who have been soaked> > Cause when friends disappear, or when love ends,> you'll see everything with slightly different eyes.> > You practice, and slowly you'll get better att

seeing, > the difference between truths and lies,> Everything can break, but a heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> Everything can break, but a heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> > They say that there is always something good in all that happens, > and that believeing that will often give us strength.> Yes, we say a lot, but know so little about ourselves,> when anxiety and loneliness arrives. > > Cause when friends disappear, or when love ends,> you'll see everything with slightly different eyes.> So, you practice, and slowly you'll get better att seeing, > the difference between truths and lies,> > Everything can break, but a heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that

you are my friend, then maybe you are.> Everything can break, but my heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then maybe you are.> Everything can break, but my heart can break into> a thousand pieces,> if you say that you are my friend, then I am sure you are."> > love> /Reb>