Mercy me

Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Oh things ain’t what they used to be, no no Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oh things ain’t what they used to be, no no Oil wasted on the oceans...

Elegy for the Arctic

I have been a fan of Ludovico Einaudi, acclaimed Italian composer and pianist, for years. And now he has teamed up with Greenpeace to play the piano in front of a calving Wahlenbergbreen glacier in Svalbard, Norway. The goal is to raise awareness about the Arctic in...