Happy birthday to Willie Nelson, who turned 93 today and is still out on the road, performing two nights ago at the Koka Booth Amphitheater in North Carolina. He is amazing. Here's a circa 1950 photo of Willie with his grandmother, Nancy Nelson, who raised him. Willie's mom left soon after he was born and his father remarried and also moved away, leaving Willie and sister Bobbie to be raised by their grandparents, who had taught singing back in Arkansas and who started their grandchildren in music. Nelson's grandfather, Alfred, bought him a guitar when Willie was six and taught him a few chords before Alfred died in 1940. If only Alfred could have lived long enough to see what those few chords would grow into! Nancy died in 1979 at the age of 96, so she lived long enough to see Willie become a success. Maybe it's just me seeing what I want to see in this photo, but it's pretty clear that Willie and Nancy loved one another dearly.
It’s frustrating seeing this barbarism knowing what we could be.
All these scientific and technological breakthroughs that could elevate humanity, and we’re busy murdering each other.
The world's progress is being held hostage by the giant fragile egos of small depraved men.
The world-famous Christmas carol – amidst concrete, metal, and destroyed equipment. Deeply moving.
The Ukrainian choir sang "Shchedryk" in the engine room of the DTEK power plant, destroyed by Russian attacks.
It's enough to bring tears to your eyes.
As the church bell sounded the last deep toll of the eleven, the wet, mizzling rain suddenly stopped and in the silence, a blackbird began to sing in the apple orchard by the memorial. Standing in his old great coat, still flecked with mud, the Doctor remembered another little blackbird calling in a wood where bodies lay. These were songs of God, he thought, longing for a cigarette, of a God who fell in strips of light in cottage parlours when the telegrams were read in trembling hands, in the piping larks who rose above the shelling, of the sudden singing of the Welshmen along the trench, rich and dark and as holy as Christmas night.
John Lennon’s Childhood Home 251 Menlove Avenue Liverpool. Every year on his birthday the city of Liverpool leave the light on in his bedroom 💡 He lived there with his Aunt Mimi and Uncle George Smith .
“Grace makes space, curiosity leans in and together they can carry us toward one another.” Pharrell Williams opens the historic "Grace for the World" concert from Vatican City with a powerful message of unity.
A friend and I just saw #Waitress at Zach Theater The onstage seating added a whole new dimension, and the cast was perfection. Shoutout to @SaraBareilles for creating the music and lyrics. There were some 🥹 moments. Thru 7/13 at Zach in Austin. 🥧🥧🥧