Worldwide bakery supplier CSM revealed falling demand in its bakery supplies for the first quarter of the year, with a 1.2% drop in volume compared to Q1 2009.In an interim management statement, CSM reported overall sales of E644.4m (£555.5m) for the first quarter compared with E636.1m (£548.4m) in 2009, while EBITA increased from E6.3m (£5.4m) in 2009 to E16.4m (£14.1m), mainly due to improved margins as a result of more favourable raw material contracts.Volumes in CSM’s European operation saw sales down from E249.2m (£218.9m) in Q1 2009 to E247.3m (£213.2m) in Q1 2010, with growth in its frozen products, particularly in the UK where the firm said there had been some recovery from the “severe economic setback in 2009”.
Four further patients in England have tested positive for COVID-19, bringing the total number of cases in the UK to 13.The virus was passed on in the Diamond Princess cruise ship and the patients are being transferred from Arrowe Park to specialist NHS infection centres.
In the late summer we gathered and christened ourselves Queen, Frog and Bird, our COVID-19 pod names. Every weekend we went camping or found day trips we could take and without fail every single one turned into some kind of adventure that always left us with a story to reminisce on. We’ve become like a bickering family who have grown together in dark times by finding things we can do in our beautiful state. Bird, Frog and Queen. Those are our pandemic names and we carry them with us wherever we go on our weekend covid pod outings. Over the past five months our friendship has evolved into a family unit. The result of limiting contact with so many people has produced a deep bond between us. Our effort to overcome the stress of the week sent us to Belfast, that Maine coastal town that extrudes beautiful coastal scenery, working class spirit and the unbearableness of yuppie arrogance.Queen, Frog and I have been doing these sort of outings since late summer. Frog, struck with divine inspiration, lands on an idea that I embrace and mold into reality, and Queen asks “where are we going?” Rinse and repeat. We’ve embraced our archetypes and trudge knowingly forward and this weekend we decided to take my car, a bad idea. Lacking in snow tires my 2002 Hyundai Elantra (Yevonne) is anything but winter ready.“The shop was half workspace half retail. A variety of clocks and other odds and ends covered the walls, many of them ticking at different times.”Our first stop is a clock repairman, who engages us earnestly as kindred spirits, sharing his love for clocks with those who actually show interest. We are here to fix Frog’s vintage clock, a clock that Queen believes will address Frog’s punctuality.* The shop was half workspace half retail. A variety of clocks and other odds and ends covered the walls, many of them ticking at different times. While Queen and Frog listened to the man discuss vintage pocket watches and the precious jewels that ornate them I strolled the small shop, meditating on the immense amount of effort and precision that enters into keeping time. Why sixty seconds and not 30, slightly longer seconds? Does it matter? Not really. By the time we left I could feel hunger beginning.This begins our descent into a mood that has become very popular within our pod, hangry. Queen was seduced by sleep rather than breakfast this beautiful Saturday, and for me lunch was becoming more of a central thought. But a quick stop at Fort Knox and the thought recedes. It’s five degrees out and we’re climbing battlements. Laying siege in winter fun. Queen mounts a cannon with a bore large enough to fit a large animal. Naturally Frog crawls in and poses.*NOTE – Frog is consistently late. Punctuality is her weakest quality, yet she insists on always leaving early, at a time she can’t possibly hope to keep. Queen enjoys long mornings of uninterrupted sleep, and hates getting up early. The conflict is obvious, clearly stated in her eyes as we pick her up and usually a small fight occupies the first twenty minutes of conversation in the car. Thankfully, I am driving and am able to avoid the shrapnel.The prolonged siege of Fort Knox left us all hungry. We continued south to Belfast in a car ride littered with minor debates surrounding our goal of finding food. I just want to eat, but I’m confused and suddenly in a grocery store. Queen is asking Frog questions in regards to cleaning products. We’re supposed to be buying ingredients for dinner, but we haven’t had lunch yet. People are waiting in line outside to get in. I need to leave, and Frog agrees. We leave Queen to fend for herself and we order takeout in the parking lot from a Laotian place down the street.We spend the next twenty minutes in the car, people gazing. Most of them all produced an air of money and prepiness. The kind of people who wear ski outfits on the reg, who spend massive amounts of money to have those outfits in force, who can afford to curate their wardrobes at L.L. Bean, as where most of us only have a single shirt or jacket, or have foraged their clothes in thrift stores. Some of these people were wearing Maine as a costume and it upset me greatly as someone who has seen the real rural poverty of the state. You’re probably getting the idea I don’t like rich people, and you’re right, and my hunger wasn’t helping my attitude. Frog and I discuss this greatly, comforted by the fact we knew food would soon be in our stomachs.Finally Queen emerges, empty handed. She’s more hungry than she knows, and English being her second language, she doesn’t take kindly to the gibberish of menus. In the parking lot of the takeout place we talk over the menu. The conversation heats up, it’s all kind of funny for Frog and I, and probably her as well. As I said, we’ve embraced our roles and this kind of debate has become a standard. In an act of passion, she abandons the menu and storms the establishment to get a recommendation from the man at the counter. The name Queen is not accidental.We eat with a view of the bay, the windows of my car steamy. Frog and Queen write on them and I don’t mind, I’m eating fish wrapped in banana leaves. They could be slitting my tires and at most I might ask them politely to stop.With our stomachs full we can focus on the real mission (for me), foraging for mussels, and periwinkles. Frog and I have been trying to do this for weeks and each time it’s a bust. Today, I have optimism. We continue south towards Camden and find a road to turn off on. The road is decorated with houses of incredible wealth that steal a wonderful view of the rocky coastline. Amongst the excessiveness (a house with a two story porch with a gazebo on the second level), we find a small paved road that leads to a summer boat launch. The road hasn’t been plowed or sanded. Frog looks at me with concern.“Can your car make it up this?”Yevvone’s feelings are hurt.“Sure it can,” I say, but I’m not so sure.We descend the hill and park. A young couple borrowing their parents’ car are making out in the front seat. We smile, and think back. Queen sleeps in the backseat as we scour the beach. It’s cold and we find nothing, but a beautiful sunset. I’m just happy to be out and on the ocean. We did find a pile of giant clam shells that we decided would make excellent plates. We get back in the car and take the hill. No luck. I slide backwards and gain no traction.“We’re fine, I’ll just give it a little push and we’ll make it up.”Frog jumps in the driver’s seat and I push, but I don’t have any traction either. The car goes nowhere. Frog and I exchange glances. We grab the lobster pot from the trunk and my snow shovel and start getting sand from the beach. I think this is fun, the real adventure, a problem that I know we can solve. Queen isn’t so optimistic.“We’re going to have to go knock on someone’s door and ask for help.”“We’ll be fine,” I assure her.“Are you going to sand this whole hill?”I look up. We’re going to have to sand the whole thing and we do. It’s under 10 degrees and we’re cold and a little on edge. People drive by watching us and I’m thinking if I was back in western Maine, not on a wealthy road somebody with a truck and bucket of sand would be helping me right now. We sand two small lines just wide enough for my tires all the way to the top. I’m nervous, and I’m just hoping my car can make the hill and that I don’t have to dish out on a tow truck to carry me 50 yards. I get in the car and go for it. Nothing. I’m in low gear and I just go backwards. A tow truck is flashing before my eyes.“Is your parking break on?”“What? No.”“We did find a pile of giant clam shells that we decided would make excellent plates.”I look down and of course it’s sticking up. Frog put it up when she tried the hill and I never use it so I never even thought of looking at it. I don’t say anything. Poor Yevonne. I put the break down, put it in low gear and tackle the hill, staying as straight as possible. The car ascends our narrow dirt path all the way to the top. Spirits are renewed. We take off, hitting Camden for some wine and ingredients for dinner. We treat ourselves to scallops baked inside clam shells, our only treasure from foraging.These kinds of adventures at times make me feel sentimental. All our lives have been upset in some way as a result of the pandemic and here I am getting giddy over clam shells. Eating dinner with my friends has never meant so much. I think as a group we have all learned some cliche lessons about the small things of life. Maybe we can’t go sit in a restaurant or see our families and friends the way we want to or always have, but we have found a way to still get excited, even in the heart of winter, that time of year where it’s so easy for our sense of joy to abandon us for hibernation. The real lesson for me though, is that through imposed limitations our creative minds excel. As a result of these limitations I feel like for the first time in my 25 years I’m actually having the privilege to enjoy my own home, a place I’ve always felt so at odds with and I get to do it with Queen and Frog my compatriots in the search for excitement.I’ve petitioned the town of Northport to compensate me for sanding, two hours of labor. I’ve yet to hear back.
Yonder Mountain String Band brought a stunning cover of Pink Floyd‘s “Goodbye Blue Sky” to the Crystal Ballroom in Portland earlier this year on March the 18th. The song comes from the English rock band’s 11th studio album, The Wall, from 1979, describing the memory of The Blitz, or lightning war, when the Nazi regime bombed the United Kingdom during the Second World War.The darkness of Pink Floyd’s music blends into a symphony of strings, well-captured in this professionally shot video that the band shared earlier today on their Facebook.Enjoy “Goodbye Blue Sky,” as performed by Yonder Mountain String Band below: Yonder Mountain String Band @ Crystal Ballroom in Portland, OR 03/18/16:Set 1: Mental Breakdown> Sometimes I’ve Won, Nothin But A Breeze, Near Me, Blue Collar Blues> Wheel Hoss> Blue Collar Blues, If It Hadn’t Been For Love, Around You> Robots> Around YouSet 2: Traffic Jam> I Second That Emotion> Traffic Jam, Love Before You Can’t, Sister Golden Hair, This Lonesome Heart, Years With Rose> Finally Saw The Light, Fingerprint, Summer In The City, Scent Of A Mule> Only A Northern SongE: White Freightliner
When we heard about the recent launch of the Fans.com platform, we knew that we needed to get involved. After all, who are the people who live for live music? The fans, of course!Over Thanksgiving weekend, we reached out to some of the most passionate users of Fans.com and asked them just what it was about live music that they loved. Whether it was a first concert, a cherished moment, a favorite band or all of the above, each and every person had a wonderfully unique story to tell.Read these ten stories below, and be sure to let us know what you love about live music. You can sign up for Fans.com and share your music love there, as [email protected] music has always been a large part of my life and I think that manifests in my current love for live music and being at live shows. A progression that started first as a performer, a toddler on the piano – by age 5 I was playing full Mozart and Beethoven concertos and piano arrangements. As a teen I got into the contemporary rock classics and switched from piano to guitar and really started exploring music more with my own hands. In my early teen years I started seeing live music, in the early-mid 90s I saw bands like Crosby Stills and Nash, The Grateful Dead, Phish, Stone Temple Pilots, the Allman Brothers, Metallica and as time went on and I was able to drive a vehicle my ‘touring’ picked up a bit and I would hop out to see The Grateful Dead and Phish anywhere I could, who basically were priority and if I was within 5-7hrs driving it would be done. It wasn’t only the music, but the scene too – the people like me.Fast forward 20yrs – I realized that due to work obligations and a lack of time, traveling around to follow my favorite band wasn’t as easy as it used to be but my craving for live music and the music community was still there so I began seeing local shows weekly in the Philly area and began taking photos at these shows in early 2014. In mid 2014 I started my own music/photo blog (215music.net) and began single-handedly covering smaller, local bands in the area with a focus on their growth while still getting out to the larger shows to photograph and cover as well (if possible). The music community in Philadelphia is thriving and growing, it’s very apparent lately and I’m here to help that keep happening…Everyone who makes live music possible, from the musicians themselves, producers, managers, booking agents, PR people, bloggers, photographers, stagehands, ticket tearers and most of all the fans do this all for a reason – the pure love of music and community, which is what this country and my city of Philly need so much of right now – Community & Music. Music will save us, trust me!See more from @215alexB at [email protected] music has been an integral part of my life from the very beginning. The earliest experience for me would be The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and Quicksilver Messenger Service at a free concert at the Griffith Park carousel in late ’67. I was only about two at the time and all I really remember was being upset at not being able play on the swings but I also believe the experience that sowed the seeds that has been a part of my life ever since.As a young kid in the ’70’s most of my live music exposure came from albums with occasional concerts along the way. By the ’80’s, I was finally of an age to go to shows on a frequent basis. Kicking into high gear in ’83 & ’83 at the two US Festivals in San Bernadino, CA was a turning point in embracing diverse styles in music. One look at their rosters is a snapshot of a wide range of influential bands that made me the fan I am today.It allowed my passion for music to be more than just the band of the moment or the genre de jour.Highlights would be seeing the Dead one week, Motörhead a few days later and chase both those shows with the latest hair band blowing up the Sunset Strip, Motley Crue.As I got older, I honed in on bands that moved my soul, regardless of style. Keeping an open mind and taking the time to explore has opened up continual joyous memories and passionate exchanges with those around me. Holding on to that passion means that I am always finding music that would normally be dismissed if I was only a jam head or metal maniac or classic rock junkie. Even as recently as this year, catching Sturgill Simpson or Flying Lotus has shown me that I can always learn more and always have fun.See more from @MrJelley on [email protected] had just turned 16 when I went to my first concert, Elton John at Dodger Stadium on October 25, 1975. This was the concert where Elton famously wore his sequined Dodger uniform, as he was the first musician to be performing at Dodger Stadium since The Beatles played their second to last concert in 1966. This is where I got the live music bug that has been a part of my entire life.In my youth I was fortunate to be able see and hear some of the greatest musicians and bands at the height of their careers from Paul McCartney & Wings in 1976, Pink Floyd performing The Wall in 1980, the Grateful Dead at West High Auditorium in Anchorage, Alaska in 1980 and the Rolling Stones in 1981.My love for live music grew even more as my musical tastes changed, from rock to new wave and punk. Actively participating the LA Club scene at the Starwood, Madame Wong’s and the Whiskey a Go-Go seeing The Tubes, Devo and X. One of the greatest shows ever was the Clash and Los Lobos at the Santa Monica Civic with the spiked haired punks slamming to Mexican polkas, which was quite memorable.As I’ve gotten older, my musical tastes continue to grow as I’ve gotten into Soul artists like Charles Bradley, who exudes so much emotion that people start crying to his singing and Americana artists like Steve Earle who continue to sing about important issues of the day. Live music touches us all in so many ways.What I really love most about live music is being able to witness a musician or band bringing their artistry to a room of people and draw a range of emotions. Live music brings a sense of community like nothing else, where people can be unified together for that moment.See more from @PeterDervinPics on [email protected] a frequent concert goer, I am surprised at how difficult it is to articulate the reasons why live music is so important to me. You may as well ask me to explain why breathing is important to me! But if I have to narrow it down, I can distill it to two main factors: the multi-sensory and emotional experience that envelopes you when the lights go down and the show begins and the sense of kinship you feel with others there who are sharing this experience with you. There is also an element of “escapism” – that is, once the music begins, everything else recedes into the background. For someone who is not especially good at “living in the moment,” live music is the one exception for me. Once the music starts, that’s all that matters. Reality and day-to-day life are suspended until after the show ends.My live music journey began at a Kansas concert at Madison Square Garden on my birthday in 1979. I was fortunate to grow up near Nassau Coliseum, Madison Square Garden and Jones Beach Theater where I saw many other classic rock shows plus countless Grateful Dead shows. More recently, the Capitol Theatre in Port Chester has brought many of my longtime favorites to my backyard. To be honest, there have been so many incredible moments at shows over the years that it’s impossible to identify just one or two moments as especially noteworthy. My favorite shows tend to be those that bring me back to a particular point in my life. And while the studio versions of these songs can do the same thing, it is always significantly more powerful and emotionally evocative to hear the recording artist performing them live. The synergy and connection between the artist and the audience adds a whole other dimension to the music and the experience.These are just a few of the reasons why the “Ticket Folder” on my desk will NEVER be empty.See more of @RubyE on [email protected] I was sent this prompt, I was kind of overwhelmed. How can I answer what live music means to me in just a few paragraphs? That’s one of the hardest questions I’ve ever had to answer, period. I would need a full essay to answer that as throughly as I would like. I will start here:There’s nothing like live music; the sound reverberating through your entire body; through every molecule, through every atom. They say music changes the molecular structure of the human body. So, live music, literally changes my molecular structure. I have always been fascinated with music from early childhood, picking out albums from my parents collection but I didn’t really find a true love for live music, until I was 18 when I saw the Allman Brothers Band live. From those first few notes of “Whipping Post” I knew I had to pursue this with all the passion and drive inside of me.In the past decade I have been to well over 350 shows including many music festivals. Live music has shaped my adult years; changing with the ebb and flow of the music that drives it forward. It has become a lifelong pursuit and even now I am trying to make it a full-time lifestyle. My Dad has always criticized me, saying, “You are still going to dumb concert, grow up!” To that I have always replied, “Its not something your grow out of, its something you grow into,” and that has remained true to this day. To say live music and concerts are like a religion is cliché but it’s the closest I’ve come to dancing with the spirit that dwells within us all. To quote Bob Marley, “One good thing about music, when it hits ya, you feel no pain.” and I would say thats the best thing about live music, no matter what, no matter how down or how low your life can get when you see live music and dance to the rhythm, everything else melts away. “If you get confused just listen to the music play!” Live music is like time traveling, there are moments when time can just stand still and you are one with everything and everyone around you. I have never experienced that feeling in any other. There is no “me” without live music and I certainly wouldn’t be the same person I am today if it wasn’t for my musical experiences.Some of my favorite musical moments have actually come in the past year, after finding Fans.com. I got to meet the String Cheese Incident backstage in NYC, and got super VIP viewing at Lockn’ Festival which is my hometown festival. This year has really given me the opportunity to move forward with my writing and getting to hang out with some of my favorite bands, I have been the happiest FAN on earth. There are so many live experiences I would love to share with my community. Thank you so much for this opportunity to share some. I hope to work with you in the future. I am always here to help. Have a great holiday!See more from @JamBandPurist on [email protected] interest in live music started as it did with many of the tail-end Baby Boomers, seeing the Beatles on TV on the Ed Sullivan show. If you asked me when I was four, what’s your favorite song, I would have gladly told you, ‘Do You Want To Know A Secret?’.My first real live mega-concert experience was CSNY at Roosevelt Raceway in September 1974. The next summer in June 1975, I saw the Rolling Stones at Madison Square Garden and shortly thereafter, I was off to the races with The Grateful Dead at Raceway Park in Englishtown, NJ.In December 1992, I was lucky enough to see Paul McCartney perform live at the Ed Sullivan Theatre. The concert was an MTV sponsored and recorded show and it was released for the anniversary of the Beatles coming to America. The day of the show, NYC and the suburbs had a nor’easter that shutdown most of the mass-transit systems. The MTV staff needed an audience and they were pulling people into the show from the street. They stopped these two out-of-town seniors and asked them if they wanted to see Paul McCartney live. They replied, no, we have tickets to see Cats. I interjected and told them that Cats has been at the Winter Garden for 10 years, it will be there another 10 years, this is a once in a lifetime chance to see Paul McCartney live on Broadway. They thought about it for a second and made the right decision.Live music is a connection. Seeing the artists perform, meeting new people and best of all having tons of fun. Many shows and many memories later, the live music experience is still fresh.See more from @HowardH on [email protected] can I describe my love for live music? It’s hard to do. I’m not a professional writer, I’m just a music nut. If we went to a concert together, it would be a look between us during a particularly sweet guitar solo. I would look over at you with a grin on my face, you’d smile back at me and nod, and we would be on that musical high together! Going to concerts is pretty much my life’s blood. It keeps me going. I have a 3 month calendar on the wall in my office and the concerts are there in multicolored highlighter, shining their light, making each workday worthwhile until the day of the concert arrives. If there’s no highlighted squares on the calendar in the next month or two, I need to start searching the internet for shows.I started seeing live music myself on May 14, 1972 Jethro Tull at the Nassau Colosseum. I was in Junior High and we had an English teacher who let us analyze the lyrics to Thick as A Brick in class!. That show was very cool and a great intro to live music, but my real love for live music came less than a year later when I saw the Grateful Dead at the same venue on March 16, 1973. That night my mind was opened to the wide variety of musical possibilities all in one evening. The Dead played so many different styles of music and the crowd was so cool and laid back. Reading about the Dead and their musical influences and collaborators got me interested in a wide array of different artists and types of music and collecting their records and seeking out more concerts. That same approach would multiply as I discovered other live acts I loved and researched their influences.Listening to music is a beautiful, spiritual, uplifting, healing, therapeutic endeavor. A well recorded album and a good sound system is a wonderful thing. Seeing and hearing live music takes this experience into another dimension. It becomes a communal, life affirming ceremony with very loose rules of engagement. there’s no sacrilege ( other than maybe talking too loudly while the musics playing !) Human beings are meant to come together and share beauty and art and creativity and experimentation and improvisation and the realization that we are all one. Live music allows this to happen on an individual and collective basis. I’ve evolved from enjoying the large arena and stadium type of shows to really loving seeing a show at a small intimate theatre where you can get the communal live vibe thing, but can also be in a place where you can see the musicians practicing their craft, interacting with one another as they perform magical music.Hey, it’s not all magic. I’ve been to many a show where the 16 year old who drank too much is sitting right behind me and I’m worried I’m gonna get thrown up on ! Sometimes I feel like I’m the magnet for the overly talkative, way too high dude who just wants to talk, and talk, and talk. All in all the great music and magical moments win out and keep me going.Favorite experiences at musical events: Paul Simon’s brother Eddie coming out with him- both wearing Yankee hats and singing “Bye Bye Love” as the encore at Carnegie Hall in 1973 on Paul’s first solo tour. Sitting on the rocks and climbing trees in Central Park to watch the concerts at the Wollman Skating Rink when we couldn’t even afford $2.50 for a ticket ( or if the show as sold out ), The David Bromberg Band sliding seamlessly within one song from all playing fiddle-mandolin, acoustic guitars into electric guitars saxophone trumpet – from bluegrass to Chicago blues- an amazing band indeed. Lou Reed scaring the shit out of me at the Felt Forum. John McLaughlin and Carlos Santana joining Eric Clapton for a 20 minute Eyesight To The Blind encore. Pat Metheny & Jim Hall jamming together at Columbia U. ..Laurie Anderson playing her talking violin !!..Steve Reich & Musicians performing Drumming !!..Sitting with 500 thousand people listening to Simon & Garfunkel sing “Scarborough Fair” in Central Park, you could hear a pin drop.. ..Thunder & Lightening in the distance at Saratoga 1983 when the Dead were jamming to “Playin In The Band” and then went into “The Wheel”. “If the thunder don’t get you – The lightning will!” ….Indeed !!See more from @musicaddict on [email protected] 2007 I attended Bonnaroo Music Festival and that changed the way I understood the live music experience. It completely reformed what I thought music was. It was nearly 100 thousand people driving to a farm in middle-of-nowhere Tennessee to witness and hear a plethora of bands play their music until the sun came up. It was impromptu collaborations between music across a variety of genres. It was a joyous gathering of dedicated, music-loving, life-living people.Live music is a vehicle filled with energy and emotion. I love the feeling of a special night where everything seems to be clicking – the band, the sound and the vibe. A night where the crowd is engaged and the band feeds of that energy. The room becomes a fertile space where one can witness musical greatness in its most organic format – the live performance.See more from @brickjp on [email protected] started going to live music at a very young age, with my mother. She took me to my first Dead show at the Berkeley Greek theater when I was 8. I still have that shirt. I haven’t looked back. I am a radio DJ at KSPN FM in Aspen, CO. I’m about to celebrate 20 years on December 17th! Conveniently, Joe Russo’s Almost Dead is playing that night at the Belly Up. As a DJ we used to get most shows for free, this doesn’t happen as much anymore. I have got to smoke weed with Willie, and I took frequent phone calls from Hunter S. Thompson late at night (always wanted the Stones-Sympathy for the Devil). We travel frequently for shows, during our off season. Our furthest show was Eric Clapton at Royal Albert Hall, and then Mark Knopfler at O2 the next night. We got engaged at the Chicago Dead shows (After meeting Bill Walton in the elevator-he gave my now husband the encouraging words). We just got married at Red Rocks in May, and took everyone to a show for our reception. JJ Grey/ Infamous Strindusters/Fruition. We had interviewed the Stringdusters when they were in Aspen (Feb?) I asked them, since they were my wedding band if I could make 2 requests. 1. Bring Nicki Bluhm (2 weeks before the wedding she announced she was coming!) 2. To play our song Not Fade Away. They did and it was awesome.We love festivals! We have gone to Lockn’, Bottlerock, Beale street, Jazz Aspen(30), Phases of the Moon, Blues and Brews, Desert Trip and countless more!We are there start to finish every day. We don’t camp, or drink-so it’s probably easier for us. I just hit my 700th show in September-Phil and Friends at Terrapin Crossroads (Finally-I got to go!). We try to be front row to almost every show-especially at Red Rocks and of course the Belly Up. and we are always looking forward to the next show-it’s what keeps us going.See more from @GingerAnne on [email protected] don’t remember a time when music was not a part of my life. I have very early memories of listening to music sitting on my grandmother’s living room floor and my love for music continued to grow as I got older. The more I discovered, the more I wanted to discover. I was lucky enough to be exposed to “hip” music by aunts and uncles who were teenagers when I was a child. When I myself grew into a teenager, concerts became a chosen destination. There was something very exciting about seeing and hearing live the musicians who I listened to every day.Then a friend talked me into going to see the Grateful Dead and a fun hobby became an obsession. This, I realized, was not just a concert. This was an experience. An experience completely in the “Right Now” that was being shared and enjoyed by thousands of people. I had never felt anything like it and I wanted to experience it as much as possible.As I’ve gotten older, I’ve expanded my musical horizons, but that pull to live music is still there. Depending on the act, there may not be a “Grateful Dead” vibe, it may be very structured as opposed to improvisational and people around me may not be as entirely focused on the music as I am. But when live music is good, there will always be that feeling of connection to and through the music. There will always be the feeling of experiencing the art the musicians are presenting in the moment it’s happening.That’s my happy place!!See more from @Zeus481 on Fans.com!These are just a handful of users who truly define the Fans.com and Live For Live Music spirit. What are you waiting for? Get on Fans.com and share your love of music with the world!
On Thursday night, Joe Russo’s Almost Dead returned to the stage for their fourth of six nights at the Brooklyn Bowl in NYC. This weekend’s run will feature Oteil Burbridge on bass for all three nights, while Dave Dreiwitz is on tour with Ween. While the seamless energy between Joe Russo, Marco Benevento, Tom Hamilton, Scott Metzger, and Dreiwitz is impossible to deny perfection, Burbridge filled the shoes beautifully – finding his own pockets of creativity and delivering stand-out moments throughout the night. The two-set show also featured Antibalas’ Stuart Bogie on horns and percussion, impressively driving the band to another level of funk-tinged Grateful Dead music.After a room opening “The Other One,” audience members were pleasantly surprised to see Burbridge step up to the microphone for “Dark Star.” The dark melody presented the opportunity for fans to joke amongst themselves that JRAD “Let Oteil Sing,” before the band went right into a rip-roaring “St. Stephen” to bring the room’s energy to its first high peak. The band debuted “Cinnamon & Lesbians” by Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks before heading into a Hamilton/Russo-led “The Eleven.” Amidst the jam came a huge bass bomb from Burbridge and the stage erupted in what would become one of the funkiest “Shakedown Streets” to date.In addition to the videos from the band and nugs.tv, you can watch “Shakedown Street” courtesy of LazyLightning55a:The second set opened with “King Solomon’s Marbles.” When the introductory notes of “Black Throated Wind” began, Benevento found the opportunity to introduce pop favorite “Royals” by Lorde for the first time ever – and the crowd immediately joined in to sing, while the rest of the band let the keys master take charge of the song to our delight. “Black Throated Wind” returned and eventually led to “Jack Straw.” It was obvious the amount of fun that Oteil Burbridge was having while playing this music with these musicians. As if it were a pop quiz, the Dead & Company bassist was a prepared student to receive any hint of what Joe Russo’s Almost Dead might throw.The second set ended on a complete high note, with a jammed-out “Touch of Grey” that went right into “Playing In The Band.” From “Wharf Rat” into a rip-roaring “Truckin,” the set ended with a “Born Cross Eyed” jam. Fans were not expecting the band to return to the stage with a Bruce Springsteen encore, but they did just that. It was the first time they’d played “Born to Run” since 12/31/15 at The Fillmore, Philadelphia, PA.Joe Russo’s Almost Dead will return to the Brooklyn Bowl with Oteil Burbridge tonight and tomorrow. Then, the band will be heading to Fool’s Paradise on March 31st and April 1st in St. Augustine, FL, with special guest keyboardist Jeff Chimenti. Oteil Burbridge will also be there, making fans wonder if perhaps there is a Joe Russo’s Almost Dead & Company collaboration in the future. The Grateful Dead enthusiasts will join hosts Lettuce and bands like The Floozies, The Motet, and The Main Squeeze. More information can be found here.Setlist: Joe Russo’s Almost Dead | Brooklyn Bowl NYC | 3/16/17Set One (8:45PM – 9:57PM)Jam @ ->The Other One @& (SM) ->Dark Star #& (OB) ->St Stephen $ & (ALL) ->Cinnamon & Lesbians %* (JR) ->The Eleven @ (TH/JR) ->Shakedown Street #+ (TH)Set Two (10:31PM – 11:53PM)King Solomon’s Marbles @Black Throated Wind Jam % ->Royals Jam % @@ ->Black Throated Wind % (SM) ->Jack Straw Jam ->Touch Of Grey @ (TH) >Playing In The Band @ (SM) ->Wharf Rat ^ & ## (TH) >Truckin # & (SM) ->Born Cross Eyed JamE: Born To Run @ (TH)Dave Dreiwitz is on tour with Ween.Entire show with Oteil Burbridge on Bass & Vocals.Entire show with Stuart Bogie on horns & percussion.See below for specifics.OB is Oteil Burbridge Lead [email protected] – With Stuart on Tenor Sax# – With Stuart on Percussion & Tenor Sax$ – With Stuart on Tenor Sax, Flute & Bari Sax% – With Stuart on Bari Sax^ – With Stuart on Tenor Sax & Flute& – With Born Cross Eyed Teases (TH) – This may have happened even more.* – Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks Cover, First Time Played By Almost Dead+ – With a “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough” (Michael Jackson) Jam – I think (mostly MB), Dark Star Teases (TH) & Feel Like A Stranger Teases (Band)@@ – Lorde Cover, First Time Played By Almost Dead (Mostly Marco & Stuart), crowd sung the lyrics## – Also with Tennessee Jed Teases (TH)$$ – Bruce Springsteen Cover, Not Played since 2015-12-31 at The Fillmore, Philadelphia, PA, a gap of 44 shows.[cover photo via @sheradactyl]
The Harvard University Police Department (HUPD) is committed to assisting all members of the Harvard community in providing for their own safety and security. Harvard’s annual security report, prepared in compliance with The Jeanne Clery Disclosure of Campus Security Policy and Campus Crime Statistics Act (the “Clery Act”), is titled “Playing it Safe” and can be found on the HUPD’s website.“Playing it Safe” includes information about the HUPD, how to report a crime, HUPD’s crime prevention programs, substance abuse, sensitive crimes, emergency notifications, and other key details about security and HUPD services on campus. It also contains three years of statistics on reported campus or campus-related crimes. A PDF of “Playing it Safe” may be downloaded on the HUPD website. The HUPD is located at 1033 Massachusetts Ave., 6th floor, Cambridge, Mass.
* Environmental Enhancement with Ornamentals: ButterflyGardening (http://www.ces.uga.edu/Agriculture/horticulture/butterfly.html).* Growing Vegetables Organically (http://www.ces.uga.edu/pubcd/b1011-w.html).You can’t recapture time. Plan something today that will growa memory when you and your family look back in two, 10 or moreyears. The time to plant your memory is now. As your parents always told you, you can’t recapture time.The closest you can come is to work on building memories. Youcan recapture those, and they only get better as time moves on.This is probably the most important thing you can do today:make a memory with someone that will last a lifetime. Makinga video of your little one chasing the pigeons in the park issomething she can show her children.A Family AffairPlanting a tree or a long-lasting shrub can create memoriesjust like that. Can you go to a place today and show your children where your father or mother helped you plant a tree? If so, the tree has grown, and so has the memory that accompanies it.Plant a garden. Capture (mentally, or on film) the expressionof the little ones when they harvest their own Halloween pumpkin.Who knows? They may even eat spinach if they grow it.The memory of that phone call or television show is fleeting.But growing things with your family will create life-long memories.And fall is a great time for growing things.Planting AdviceHere are just a few of the many opportunities available toyou. You can find these information sources on the World WideWeb. Or just pick them up at your county office of the Universityof Georgia Extension Service.* Fast Growing Shade Trees (http://www.ces.uga.edu/pubcd/L350.htm).* Growing Dogwoods (http://www.ces.uga.edu/pubcd/l104-w.html).* Selection, Production and Establishment of Wetland Treesand Shrubs (http://www.ces.uga.edu/pubcd/b1082-w.html).* Xeriscape: A Guide to Developing a Water-Wise Landscape(http://www.ces.uga.edu/pubcd/B1073.htm).* Wildflowers (http://www.ces.uga.edu/pubcd/B994-W.HTM).* Environmental Enhancement with Ornamental Plants: AttractingBirds (http://www.ces.uga.edu/Agriculture/horticulture/birds.html).
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Credit unions are taking the world by storm: In the past decade, the movement has added 60 million members globally, bringing the total number to more than 217 million people across 105 countries.On Thursday, Oct. 15, your credit union can show its solidarity with other cooperative banking institutions worldwide by celebrating International Credit Union (ICU) Day®.This year’s theme is a familiar one: People Helping People®, a mission credit unions have embraced for decades. The theme reinforces the message that credit unions:Differ from other financial institutions because they’re member-owned;Strive to serve all members well, including those of modest means; andInvest in local communities, through accessible lending and volunteer activities. continue reading » 43SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr