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It has been the weirdest two weeks for women’s health – politically. Two weeks ago conservatives took a well deserved and intense drubbing on the Komen/Planned Parenthood madness. This week the conservative id doubled-down and all of the sudden contraception itself is an issue?
Insanity. It’s like The Handmaid’s Tale is some sort of roadmap instead of a cautionary offering, as has been often said about Orwell’s writings. And that somehow women fall into a limited number of categories, like sluts or Marthas.
Well, have I got a Martha for you. Martha Argerich. Vital. Potent. Powerful. Artist. Master.
I met Argerich briefly after a recital performance she gave in Brussels in ’87. I’ll never forget it.
Anyhow the Women’s Rights Restricting crowd is messing with fire. Why they haven’t learned that lesson yet, I just don’t know.
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Of The Martha’s, I offer this.
Duane’s Git, No Slide.
I’m sure Dickie Betts is in there somewhere, too.
But still, this is the martha I heart.
Rcc’d, always, hoss.
Hmm, wonder what this sounds like with a piano . . .
Course long after 1971 and Duane’s death, here’s a bit of 2009 Allman Brothes without Duane, or Dickie.
Warren Haynes on the left, have NO idea who the git on the right is.
But it’s Allman Bro’s Band.
Martha, Electric, followed by Blue Skies.
Still Works For me.
Not my favorite Prokofiev Concerto, but my favorite Prokofiev Piano Concerto. Well done. I wish there was a recording of Martha doing Prokofiev’s 6th Sonata.
Sure, that’s impressive – a powerful, technically intricate, emotionally stirring example of talent, dedication, and musical genius, but it still doesn’t leave be as breathless as seeing a Pennsylvanian half-wit charm an army of morons into elevating him within striking distance of the presidency of the United States.