Free as a Bird

people(can)make the sun look beautiful

Things that never get old (Part I)

French Fries - to go with a good song

Looking up to see stars---to say (sigh), "oh look at the stars"
Grey foggy days that make you feel like you are in Gotham City

Witching Hours - the BFG might come around...

Cool pillows in summer (Rotate your head polyface farm style for efficient continuous cooling)

Certain songs that warp the spaces around you exactly the same delicious way each time...

Some gifts for students and goodbyes

Quoth Miss Read.
Today, bought two books for two students...Love in the Time of Cholera for a passionate and romantic student from Japan and Demian for a young philosopher.

I peeked into Demian and read the intro and a few words made me think of one who was dear to me.

In remembrance of you, sir C.

'My story is a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams--like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.'

Site Specific

From Wiki and David Sylvian's website:

"The composition is site specific.  In fact Sylvian has said that the work isn't really complete until the sounds of the town of Honmura are incorporated into the listening experience."

This makes me think of a conversation I had a long time ago with a friend who majored in Architecture; he had written his thesis about the architectural space of a club---or at least, how the electronic music wasn't complete without the experience of the space that was created by the individual.

I guess technically, many things are emotion specific?
In any case, I'd like to visit Honmura to hear what this may be in full.

Bravery

You jump over hills, run away from home, go far far away from what you were, (but still are)

and then, the true test:

you come back to what you are. 

It's okay

These days, I have been so busy that I felt quite satiated by my schedule: working on two albums, helping students, spending time with my band members, etc.  And then, a really good friend of mine from Japan emailed me, and I emailed him back a semi-long excited letter about this and that, life being exciting, who I'd seen...etc. The split second that I pressed the send button, I knew something was off. Had I really been there in that letter?
And then, forgot about it.

And now, a few weeks later, (and I'll revert again), for five minutes or so, I see glowing shards inside me, a fragmentation that still shines, but not meeting as a whole.

But, at the same time, I feel that it is okay. And as simple as it sounds, I think it is important to let yourself be happy the way you want to be. And this includes looking at the leaves and seeing how pretty they are, and looking at the sky and how the clouds look like things that only you can see...and just how pretty are icicles, and how soft is that breeze, and yes, that breeze was there for you---anyhow, all these things.  

Hendrix

"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to."