tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post165401424678922530..comments2023-06-02T05:01:39.954-04:00Comments on A Year of Gratitude-Health, Wealth and Happiness for Free: I Hear Music by Barbara QuinnBarbara Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03368573673669042714noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-32203682484315455202008-01-28T17:32:00.000-05:002008-01-28T17:32:00.000-05:00Trish, it's so much fun to have music at our finge...Trish, it's so much fun to have music at our fingertips, isn't it?<BR/>Another thing I've taken to doing is listening to the Dylan theme hour on XM radio. He's a fascinating trove of music history.Barbara Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03368573673669042714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-14362997622966701402008-01-28T17:30:00.000-05:002008-01-28T17:30:00.000-05:00Kat, That'd be wonderful hearing the bagpipes floa...Kat, That'd be wonderful hearing the bagpipes float over the hills. <BR/><BR/>Angie, I'm glad to hear you've made it to NJ and have seen Bruce. The Boss lived in my little town of Bradley Beach for a bit. And the E Street in the E Street Band is a street in Belmar, which is a couple of miles south.Barbara Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03368573673669042714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-62031026618823553462008-01-28T17:25:00.000-05:002008-01-28T17:25:00.000-05:00Nannette, Loved the tale about your grandfather. U...Nannette, Loved the tale about your grandfather. Un Bel Di was always a favorite of my Aunt's. I get the chills when I hear a fine aria like that. One of my favorite things to do when I travel is to visit local opera houses. And ball parks!Barbara Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03368573673669042714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-79795137249922957672008-01-28T16:30:00.000-05:002008-01-28T16:30:00.000-05:00Gorgeous post! Thanks for reminding me--sometimes...Gorgeous post! Thanks for reminding me--sometimes I get so into the zone that I forget how much music would add depth to my day. I clicked on iTunes before I was even done reading your post :)Trish Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18038324441006141430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-69169156413111783412008-01-28T16:05:00.000-05:002008-01-28T16:05:00.000-05:00Every time I hear Un Bel' Di from Madama Butterfly...Every time I hear Un Bel' Di from Madama Butterfly I remember my grandfather. On a family trip to Italy we ate in a small Trattoria in Florence where a young girl was singing opera for tips. When she finished the aria my grandfather waved her over and with tears streaming down his face he pulled a wad of lire bills from his pocket and shoved them in her hand. He wasn't a rich man.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12456734276020287727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-19157411577053027102008-01-28T11:54:00.000-05:002008-01-28T11:54:00.000-05:00My son played the bagpipes and quite well - every ...My son played the bagpipes and quite well - <BR/><BR/>every now and then someone from somewhere visits our mountains and plays them - haunting over the coveKathryn Magendiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12863595228298349863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-89721979074725970702008-01-28T09:06:00.000-05:002008-01-28T09:06:00.000-05:00Been to Joisey before and walked around the Boss's...Been to Joisey before and walked around the Boss's playground. Even got to hear him live once when he toured down south. You're so right -- music is a great healer.Angie Ledbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407006980893727627noreply@blogger.com