tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post6956187842749045751..comments2023-10-19T17:08:35.836+03:00Comments on CORFUCIUS: MERRY FERRYINGCorfuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12583583284918222360noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-28771267297756208472013-06-30T18:53:19.826+03:002013-06-30T18:53:19.826+03:00Getting better all the time. Lovely contribution f...Getting better all the time. Lovely contribution from Simon.<br /><br />My favourite version of The Hobo, as song by John Lee Hooker, is the Newport Folk Festval live acoustic version:<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_CdWNw_irE<br /><br />That's the version that inspired me.Corfu Bluesmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-35259953347963723162013-06-30T12:30:08.088+03:002013-06-30T12:30:08.088+03:00I'm setting everything to music these days - a...I'm setting everything to music these days - a last-ditch bid to distract myself and also have a song up my sleeve to surprise locals with its 'locality'. i find the moment they realise that they're listening to something with a corfiot/ionian connection - or about someone they know - they sit up. <br /><br />actually, some of your poetic comment could make it into 'Ionian Corfuciushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12583583284918222360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-82701843095722522752013-06-30T12:21:12.847+03:002013-06-30T12:21:12.847+03:00Now set to music? SNow set to music? Ssibaddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02385376572555781755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-88077394639727951142013-06-30T08:22:19.331+03:002013-06-30T08:22:19.331+03:00wonderful poetic comment. thanks. wonderful poetic comment. thanks. Corfuciushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12583583284918222360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-90031264913570095262013-06-30T04:01:30.263+03:002013-06-30T04:01:30.263+03:00At breakfast the north wind's risen, stirring ...At breakfast the north wind's risen, stirring a sparkling sea, grey smudges on the horizon now and then flashing a bright slab hull through the haze show other ships heading south and north to from the Straits of Otranto. Two bread slices, butter, apricot jam and coffee....Now and then, over the constant rumble of the turbines, a bump felt more than heard like a missed heart beat and a sibaddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02385376572555781755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-84398473877063614482013-06-29T11:33:59.147+03:002013-06-29T11:33:59.147+03:00Cool chord changes!Cool chord changes!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com