Once I heard “Fifty Miles Of Elbow Room…” – an old spiritual (1930) by Rev. F.W. McGee about our longing not to be crowded in high density cities – so I tried to play this on my acoustic guitar as a fingerstyle instrumental … I’m still considering: is it better to play guitar in a wooden house alone in the forest or on a little rock surrounded by water – or in the density of Hong Kong or Manhattan with a big but nervous audience? Doc Watson would know the answer …
Solitude is a typical topic of photography and art, psychology and philosophy. Maybe it is a part of wishful thinking in overcrowded cities? An attitude of nearly surrealism to criticize modern societies? But there will be no way back! Lost paradises…
title=”Voices of Solitude”, composition via flickr.com by Ben Heine sent to my flickr group BLOG IT! – click on the picture to enter his collection…
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titles:
1 – “House on the Drina River” by Irene Becker
2 – “Hong Kong” by Manuel Romaris
3 – “Wheat Field with Crows” by Ben Visbeek
4 – “Happy METROPOLIS” by myself / Frizztext
title=”Norway” by Manuel ROMARÍS, click on the photo to enter his flickr galleries …
related:
https://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2011/12/02/solitude/
https://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/07/15/7-super-shots/
(with a link to the youtube original: “Fifty Miles Of Elbow Room…” – old spiritual (1930) by Rev. F.W. McGee)
https://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/07/14/the-sensational-nightingales/
https://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/jet-blues/
Flickr Comments 
Very gentle Frizz.
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lyrics at
http://www.celestialmonochord.org/2006/01/fifty_miles_of_.html
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FIFTY MILES OF ELBOW ROOM
Twelve hundred miles its length and breadth
The four-square city stands
Its gem-set walls of jasper shine
Not made with human hands
One hundred miles its gates are wide
Abundant entrance there
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare
Chorus:
When the gates swing wide on the other side
Just beyond the sunset sea
There’ll be room to spare as we enter there
Room for you and room for me
For the gates are wide on the other side
Where the flowers ever bloom
On the right hand on the left hand
Fifty miles of elbow room
Sometimes I’m cramped and crowded here
And long for elbow room
I want to reach for altitude
Where fairer flowers bloom
It won’t be long til I shall pass
Into that city fair
With fifty miles of elbow room
On either side to spare
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Nice.
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Beautifully done Frizz! …for the sound: in a wooden house in the forest, for me on a rock surounded by water!
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hi Marina in Athens:
you had a good idea for a message there with your painting:
the power, the warmth, the inspiration
is always in the roots:
so old gospel music for me is the roots for blues and rock ‘n roll and fingerstyle guitar …
– in the history of music as well as in my own personal life line;
I started to play spirituals aged 12 …
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…very strong and “healthy” roots, Frizz and it shows!
Thank you very much for the connection!
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THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT!!!!!!
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What a great combination between sky and the house. 🙂
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Love this old song
Fine played
Compliments
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thanks for encouraging me, Wolfgang –
so now watch me playing 🙂
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I wonder what Rev. McGee would say today.
I so enjoyed both versions, but, in yours I can see you in a wooden house all alone in a forest.
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Silence absolutely! So beautifully played!
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Beautiful!
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