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Day Six: They Say Down In Tango Town, The Accordion Is King

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia by Knutsvik on July 21, 2012

Friday, 20th July 2012. Greece.

all we hear through the dim mist of the Greek sunset is the sound of waves lapping against the beach, and the chirping of crickets. an outdoor tango class starts up not too far from us, and the melodramatic music blends in with the sounds of the ocean and the insects. they play Argentinian tango,  Astor Piazzolla, not the Finnish variety, filled with Nordic melancholia, which I prefer, and

they say down in Tango Town, the accordion is King, and

all we hear through the dim, Greek sunset are the sounds of the ocean and the insects and Astor Piazzolla on the bandoneón, Astor Piazolla on his bandoneón.

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  1. Irene's Vienna said, on July 21, 2012 at 6:21 PM

    this is really cool and I do like the pic!

    • Knutsvik said, on July 21, 2012 at 7:11 PM

      Hi Irene!

      I’m so glad you enjoyed my post – thanks for your stopping by!

      Vivas from Greece!

  2. Jennifer Stuart said, on July 21, 2012 at 6:40 PM

    This morning I was reminded of a quote by Bob Dylan in the song Idiot Wind: “I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long, I can’t remember what it’s like”. I felt weighted down by noise. Your photo gave me a taste of serenity that was craved. Thank you!

    • Knutsvik said, on July 21, 2012 at 7:17 PM

      Hi Jennifer!

      there is too much noise around most of us, not just aural noise, but visual noise too. sometimes it’s … good to escape from it all and just … look at the horizon and listen to the sounds that used to be ……

      (but I like it loud sometimes too, btw – don’t get me wrong … 😀 )

      thanks for stopping by, and thanks for your kind words!

      (Dylan is a genius, btw, one of the many great American voices of the 20th century – we all love him!)

      Vivas From Greece!

  3. MT said, on July 22, 2012 at 12:38 AM

    Orda dine Mr, dei har sin eigen tone. Takk for dei òg.Bildet, ein uendeleg horisont, vakkert.

    Her regnar det bøtter og spann.Eg har vore på reise i Siljes afrikaverd, drøymt meg ned.

    • Knutsvik said, on July 22, 2012 at 6:59 PM

      ayayay, Marie, halvgamle Kaptein Kalimera er trygt heime mellom sju fjell no, og kan knappast tro sine eigne utvatna auge! hauststorm midt i juli? lever me i eit absurd … paralellunivers der ein mann ikkje kan sittja ute i sin eigen hage midt på sumaren???

      takk for gode ord, MT – og du …. de må reisa til Namibia. eg trur de hadde fått ei storarta uppleving…..!

      Hepp!

      • MT said, on July 22, 2012 at 11:42 PM

        “dreams make you strong” skriv du til Zamoyski og det gjer eg, drøymer,og tenkjer at det er eit steg på vegen 🙂

        Været er ei gåte. Eg trur eg må finne syden ein eller annan stad om nokre veker skal eg orke vinteren 🙂
        Marieklem frå ei som nett er ferdig med ferien, ( det går nok bra det også :))

        • Knutsvik said, on July 23, 2012 at 10:34 AM

          haha, ay, Marie – du er nett ferdig med ferien og driv og planlegg ny ferie igjen om nokre veker? haaaaregud, som me seier i Aust Stavanger 😀

          (ooog klem frå kontorpulten 😀 )

          Hepp!

  4. z ... said, on July 22, 2012 at 3:20 PM

    ***

    – Dream Baby Dream –
    is all what z…can hear

    *

    • Knutsvik said, on July 22, 2012 at 7:03 PM

      ay, Zamoysky – My Polish Princessa! in the words of the great rock’n’roll poet: dreams make you strong, illusions make you weak – so dream, baby dream ….. dream, My Polish Princessa!

      • z ... said, on July 22, 2012 at 8:12 PM

        ***

        Dreams in my Mind
        have Power and Honesty
        not seen in the Waking World
        Waking Worlds are fake
        self serving and cruel

        *

        • Knutsvik said, on July 23, 2012 at 10:14 AM

          ay, Zamoysky, I do not share your views on the waking worlds, true, sometimes they are everything you accuse them of being, but sometimes they are not ……

          • z ... said, on July 23, 2012 at 9:50 PM

            ***

            Ohhhh hmmm…
            But Art is made of Dreams…
            Isn’t it ?

            *

            • Knutsvik said, on July 23, 2012 at 11:23 PM

              ay, Zamoysky, true; art may sometimes spring from dreams, but it will never materialize without the visions, intellect, dedication and discipline of the waking worlds, My Polish Princessa …

              • z ... said, on July 25, 2012 at 12:39 AM

                ***

                Thank You so very much indeed MK –
                I need to think on that much more –
                It is the Core of Something Big for me
                Again TY and I hope to find the Words

                *

                • Knutsvik said, on July 31, 2012 at 10:03 AM

                  ay, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa – inner truths are sometimes revealed in dreams, but how to separate those truths from impressions and imagery which are not true, mere hallucinations of the inner eye …. for ay, Zamoysky – how to separate ….

                  • z ... said, on August 6, 2012 at 11:03 PM

                    ***

                    I know how…

                    ***

                    • Knutsvik said, on August 8, 2012 at 10:04 AM

                      ay, Magia, Zamoysky, The Power Of The Inner Eye, The Power Of Aku Aku And Make Make, Magia….

  5. PixeLuz said, on July 22, 2012 at 9:53 PM

    Bright words accompany this great vision of a Greek sunset!

    • Knutsvik said, on July 23, 2012 at 10:16 AM

      ay, PIxe, the sunset was there for grabs…. the sun setting in the west, outside the frame, and the natural sounds blending in with Piazolla …. it was there for grabs, man ….

      thanks for stopping by, and thank you for your kind words!

      Vivas!

  6. hobokollektiv said, on July 30, 2012 at 6:06 PM

    The accordean is always king. Soothes the traveller’s soul & gives a note to every melancholic sunset. And when the sun goes down like in your great minimal gem, captein, it’s drowning & drwoning never felt better. So raise a glass for me too, my thirsty pal. And then it’s coming up for air & the angels will be there. Right at these lonesome & beautiful beaches.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on July 31, 2012 at 11:43 AM

      ay, Fritsch – thanks for your kind words, pal!

      to be a beachcomber, huh? just …. let all them everyday worries disappear into the overwhelming ocean blue and the darkness of the night and do nothing but watch that big old fireball drown and reappear and drown again only to reappear and reappear, and there’s nothing but coconut palm trees and an occasional bikini girl to distract an aging gunslinger …. wouldn’t that be something? to be a beachcomber, huh?

      Hepp!


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