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Let Robeson Sing video - what's the story
What's the story with the Let Robeson Sing video? Was this stock footage? I doubt it, but it's possible. Does anyone know?
I post this on the day that the Press has finally revealed what happened with Phillip Schofield. I remember I left a post here (albeit drunk) about his duplicity and I faced an onslaught of accusations of homophobia. Meh. He has today admitted to manipulating a young runner who he met when the runner was at school. Anyway! Back to the question! It's a beautiful video! |
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I thought the stock footage of the ballerina kids was shot in New York while Manics were doing stuff in the UK? I could be wrong on that.
Yikes on Philip Schofield though! I hope you get peace taxexile. Sorry if I ever said anything to you that you didn't like. Ah, I only knew of his existence because Muppet Babies cartoon used to be shown on a Saturday morning show! It's been all downhill from there for Schofield! But yeah, I think there was new filming for the video maybe mixed with stock footage. I'll have to watch it again to be certain. |
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Yes, i think it was shot in new york and i seem to recall there is a performing arts company in his name.
Maybe because the drunk, idle speculation was just that? I guess! Hindsight is a wonderful thing and in this case he abused his position to take advantage of someone, so well done you.
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Please, he prayed, now - A gray disk, the colour of Chiba sky. Now - Disk beginning to rotate, faster, becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding - And flowed, flowered for him, fluid neon origami trick, the unfolding of his distanceless home, his country, transparent 3D chessboard extending to infinity. Inner eye opening to the stepped scarlet pyramid of the Eastern Seaboard Fission Authority burning beyond the green cubes of Mitsubishi Bank of America, and high and very far away he saw the spiral arms of military systems, forever beyond his reach. And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face. |
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