About a month ago I mentioned to Lynn how much I liked Gordon's Spanish Moss - Lynn answered, you are entitled to a request or two you know , and so it is requested. The scenario that immediately came to mind is that Gordon met a southern Belle while performing in Savannah Georgia. Their relationship might have been for lifetime, had things gone differently ... and, she had a daughter that Gordon called " Spanish Moss"....just a thought that works for me. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request dear Lynn! Spanish Moss (G) Let go darling, (G+) I can feel the (G6) night wind call (G7) (Am) Guess I'd better (Bm) go I (C) like you more than (G/B) half as much As I (Am7) love your Spanish (D7) moss (G) Spanish moss a-(G+)hanging down (G6) Sweeter than the (G7) southern love we've (Am) found (D) Spanish moss, (D7/F#) keeps on following my (C/G) thoughts a(G)round (C) (D) (G) Georgia pine and (G+) ripple wine (G6) Memories of Sa(G7)vannah summer(Am)time (D) Spanish moss, (D7/F#) wish you knew what I was (C/G) say(G)ing (Am) So I'm rolling north (D) thinking Of the (G) way things (B7/F#) might have (Em) been (Dm) If (C) she and (G/B) I could have (Am7) changed it all some(D)how (D7) Spanish moss a-hanging down Lofty as the sycamore you've found Spanish moss, keeps on following my thoughts around Georgia pine and ripple wine Kisses mixed with moonshine and red clay Spanish moss, wish you knew what I was saying So I'm rolling north thinking Of the way things might have been If she and I could have changed it all somehow Let go darling, I can feel the night wind call The devil take the cost I like the way your kisses flow and I love your Spanish moss

This was and still is one of my Kingston Trio all-time favorites. I have met Jim Moran of the Kingston Trio Cover Group "Chilly Winds" - we met in LA last year - Jim...whever you are - this is for you and all amongst us who love the Kingston Trio and music from a kinder, gentler era. tj

I was asked to produce this for a viewer a while ago. As America fights there way through a sea of uuntruths and inuendos in an attempt to find a leader between three very different candidates - viewing this earlier today brought up feelings of nostalgia and a deep longing to know what America might have been had John and Bobby not been taken from this world.tj

Thought this might break the Spring Freeze up we are having this year!

All My Life's A Circle is dedicated to The Circle of Friends Channel and all who journey to and from this channel, it is important and I am honoured that Barb invited me to join. The images selected are of crop circles - mainly those found in Great Britain...one day we may know the master (alien?) artists who know how to make them -without leaving a trace. This vistory is dedicated as well to the life, the music and the memories of Harry Chapin. tj StonewallStudios

Mouse contacted me, requested Pussywillows Cattails and then sent along most of the great images( except the pussy willows) used in this production. Not only that, mouse labeled the images to the lyric of the song. If you wan to get a request fast tracked here at the studio - mouse knows the way. If Gordon sees this vistory I think he might agree that mouse's images were spot on the meaning of his lyric. Thank you mouse - will be pleased to co-produce as many of his tunes as you have images for! Sincerely tj Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Rainpools in the woodland water to my knees Shivering quivering the warm breath of spring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Catbirds and cornfields daydreams together Riding on the roadside the dust gets in your eyes Reveling, disheveling the summer nights can bring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Slanted rays and colored days stark blue horizons Naked limbs and wheat bins hazy afternoons Voicing rejoicing the wine cups do bring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Harsh nights and candlelights wood fires a-blazin' Soft lips and fingertips resting in my soul Treasuring remembering the promise of spring Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses

The Patriot's Dream was requested by Jim Wilkinson and reprents the sensitivity Gordon Lightfoot has in his music and lyric. The Patriot's Dream Lyrics Artist: Gordon Lightfoot (Buy Gordon Lightfoot CDs) Album: Don Quixote The songs of the wars are as old as the hills They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs The patriot's dream is as old as the sky It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills The train pulled away on that glorious night The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer While riding off to glory in the spring of their years The patriot's dream still lives on today It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills Well there was a sad, sad lady Weeping all night long She received a sad, sad message From a voice on the telephone Her children were all sleeping As she waited out the dawn How could she tell those children That their father was shot down So she took them to her side that day And she told them one by one Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well Well there was a young girl watching in the early afternoon When she heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon And she wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell There would be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells So she took herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets down And she cried into the silken folds of her new wedding gown He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well Well there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill And he thought of his good fortune and the time he'd yet o kill Well he called to his wife one day, "Come sit with me awhile" Then turning toward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile "Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done But let me first remind you, I'm a patriotic son" They tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell They might be in some prison, I hope they're treated well The songs of the wars are as old as the hills They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs The train pulled away on that glorious night The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer While riding off to glory in the spring of their years The patriot's dream still lives on today It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills

Sometimes when producing a Gordon Lightfoot vistory I get a lump in my throat and shivers up and down my spine - producing Leaves of Grass of Lynn ( Mylady) was one of those times. Lynn subscribed to my other channel and left the choice of a request up to me - this is for you, us and all who carry the wounds and memories of war in their family lore. tj Leaves of Grass Lyrics Artist: Gordon Lightfoot (Buy Gordon Lightfoot CDs) Album: Sunday Concert The leaves of grass will not pass on Though the millstones grind them into dust For the earth shall give life to them But only the grass will grow once more And the brave must fall to honor the names Of the ones who have gone before And the earth shall give new life to them But only the grass will grow once more If people could look into each other's eyes What a wonderful place this world would be All strife would end, we could start again And dreams like these must not pass on But the brave keep falling to honor the names Of the ones who have gone before And the earth shall give new life to them But only the grass will grow once more And the brave keep falling to honor the names Of the ones who have gone before And the earth shall give new life to them But only the grass will grow once more The leaves of grass will not pass on Though the millstones grind them into dust For the earth shall give new life to them But only the grass will grow once more

If you love the Trans-Siberian Orchestra - you might like this - the first to identify the location of any image - other than the closing images of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra wins a StonewallStudios production of a song of their choice! Feliz Navidad tj StonewallStudios Niagara Canada

If you are a subscriber- you are here - unless you have not been active since the summer - there was only so much time you see - to those I have come to know, may your season of celebration be safe and memorable. Sincerely tj StonewallStudios Niagara Canada

A Remembrance Day Tribute to Dad. Acrchitect, Major, MBE, Camouflage Expert and Artist - we can prove it.

This is a co-production with Proculled who lives in Northern Norway. We thought it would be neat to create a tribute to our respective homeland regions and artists - so Norway and Niagara became Norwa-gara. Hope you enjoy the images and the music form our respective homelands. Proculled chose a soundtrack recorded by his countryman musician Sigmun Groven , and I chose a sound track of Neil Young. In the case of Niagara Canada - most folks know or have heard about Niagara Falls - The Niagara Escarpment is our dominate feature and creates many falls along its route through our region. Images of these smaller lesser known falls were selected. tj and Proculled

Many people say they want to be a cyberspace friend. Some never contact you again. Others are generous with their ideas, time and talents. A precious few you are certain you have known for a lifetime - even longer. MyLady Lynn is a special cyberspace friend - I thought it the right time to share some of Mylady's channel with you to the sound track "Precious Friend" written by Arlo Guthrie and sung by Pete Seeger. Thank you for being you MyLady - I viewed every image, every friend and every uploaded vistory as of October 24th - 2007 to get the images I needed to create this tribute to you. Your world, in a word, is Generous. Thank you tj

Matai, Kenneth Scott, sent these images and sound track to me with the request to produce a Tribute to Big John Hunt, rancher,warrior,artist, on the occasion of his 60th birthday. John and his wife Hazel now reside in Florence Italy. Kenneth is an artist,sculptor,jeweller and art teacher who resides if Florence Italy and knows John and Hazel Hunt as friends. Here is Kenneth's revealling message to me: TJ, I have spoken to John regarding your offer to make a video featuring his work and his reaction was that he would deem it an an honour if you considered it an effort worthwhile. TJ,let me first let me tell of this man and why he has become to me a giant of a man,with a heart bigger than his stature and a talent as honest as his word.John is at heart a product of the high sierras,a mountain man,his eye always on the horizon,his expanse of humanity is as wide as the deserts of New Mexico.To have encountered his like in renaissance Florence is like coming across an ice crystal on a tropical isle---an absolute enigma.A week ago John attained his 60th year,his life to date would fill a truck load of fire-side stories,an ex-Vietnam veteran in naval intelligence who had never seen the sea to a Nevada rancher who loved to paint,he is wed to a woman who barely comes up to belt buckle but carries a mind as sharp as a whip.Hazel his wife has a PHD in paleontology and has worked in the field from Africa to Wyoming and it was on a field study in Nevada unearthing the largest example of fossil mammoth to have been found in America that she met John..as she has told me "Well he looked big enough to tote those bones and he just sort of hung around". John and Hazel are becoming almost land-marks in Florence he standing well over 6ft and she barely over 5ft both in cowboy boots and stetson hats,they are photographed as much as Michael Angelo's David.It was Art that brought this mountain-man to Florence and it is Art that has taken him to Prague,Amsterdam,and many other cities in Europe that nurtured great Artists and their work,John's eye always always seeking the key to their talent,this eye that could scan a desert and know where there is water. John's expanse of humanity is reflected in his work,from his amazing portrait work in oils to his delicate touch in still-life and land-scape studies in water colour and I have had the privelidge of him depicting me in a portrait study and he and Hazel considering me as a friend. TJ if you could create something special for these two people for me I would be most grateful,as John and Hazel are now my Florentine family and are an important and significant part of my life.I will attempt to send you some more examples of John's work as well as other photos of John and Hazel.They have given me some CDs of a great friend of theirs in New Mexico who's music I think would be appropriate to accompany the video,so TJ if you would bare with me as I attempt to get all this information to you via this "White-man magic"system. Thank you again. Matai

The artwork of Don Marco using crayola products should be an inspiration for every parent or grand parent who buys a box of crayons and a colouring book for a child. ( Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be doing a video story commercial for Crayola! Than you , Don Marco. http://www.themastercrayonartist.biz/ tj

Don Marco..... The Master Crayola Artist http://www.themastercrayonartist.biz/ Don Marco was born in Northern Minnesota in the late 1920's.His interest in art was evident even before starting school. As a young adult in the Army Air Corp, he began his life's career in Air Traffic Control, which continued until his retirement from Honolulu International Airport in 1973. Much of his spare time was spent as a professional artist. Before retirement, Don started developing a technique to create fine art, using Crayola Crayons. Shortly after retiring, he published his first print. Living in Southern California, his work was in demand, including commissions from Burt Reynolds and a one-man show at his Dinner Theater in Florida The sound track is Ashtan Natuipan - "Come Find Me" written and Recorded by the Canadian Metis Duo - Kashtin. Hard to imagine the images used in this video story are done with crayons!!!

This is one of Gordon Lightfoot's Classic Childrens Songs, For the child in all of us and especially for Leigh and all her viewers at The Childrens Table. Thank you for inviting me to be part of your crew Leigh. Our daughter grew up to be a professional rider, teacher and trainer. Ponies and horses are special animals in this world of ours.

For the child in all of us and especially for Leigh and all her visitors at The Childrens Table. Thank you for inviting me to be part of your crew Leigh. I have three Grandchildren, 8,6 and 5. They love this too! tj StonewallStudios Niagara Canada

Italian Restaurant by Billy Joel was requested by Stu Miller . Stu has been a great cyber friend of StonewallStudios from the beginning. When Stu sends me a request - it is almost always filled! tj

Princess Bride was requested by BRob11 as a sample of the great songwriting and producing of Mark Knopfler. The recording is by Willie DeVille - thanks to Kenneth 1950 for reminding us.