June 26, 2003
The Cold Genius
Sometimes I wish I were more like Klaus, so bold and fearless... His career was just getting started in the early 80's [remember he backed David Bowie on Saturday Night Live way back when? Martin Sheen was the host that week!], then he passed away in the midst of it all, of AIDS in 1983. He did mostly cover songs, and every single one, I thought, was a work of art - the one and only Nomi way. Songs like Can't Help Falling In Love, Just One Look, You Don't Own Me, I Feel Love, Der Nussbaum, the notorious Ding Dong from the Wizard of Oz, and The Cold Song by Henry Purcell!
Here's The Twist mp3 [2.9MB] and The Cold Song mp3 [3.8MB].
PS. One might think it's silly, but I used to tear up often whenever I played his songs. I couldn't help it. I think I've gotten to 'know' him better through listening to his music and the way he sang and portrayed himself and such, I can't explain it, I feel sad whenever I listen to him, but I also feel good that I've come to know his work... His life was cut short from fighting the AIDS virus, ironically, NOMI - turned 180° clockwise - reads I WON!
We Are Family
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Music: Au Pairs - Come Again
June 25, 2003
It'll End In Tears
This Mortal Coil's post project The Hope Blister, did a wonderful rendition of Neil Halstead's song, which I absolutely adore:
DAGGER
The sunshine girl is sleeping
She falls and dreams alone
And me I am her dagger
Too numb to feel the pain
The world is full of noise, yeah
I hear it all the time
And me I am your dagger
You know I am your wound
I thought I heard you whisper
It happens all the time...
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June 24, 2003
Yours, Mine & Ours
The Pernice Brothers will be at Spaceland, Los Angeles this July 4th. $8 cover. Nice! When was the last time I saw a band with that kinda price for cover charge? Never!!! I got the tickets online, and wasn't through TicketBastard either! Double nice! NPR Interview
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June 23, 2003
Death Is The Answer
Okay, maybe not, but it's something [physically] final, in this lifetime... When I saw my uncle lying there in the casket Friday night, I just wanted to go up there and say: "It's okay uncle, everything is alright, you can wake up now..." But still he sleeps, sleeps the eternal sleep, without a single heartbeat...
The service on Saturday was quite elaborate, with Invocation and Prayer, Hymn, Scripture Reading, Eulogy, Special Music, etc., yet during all this I caught myself thinking: "I wonder who's gonna be next?", and then I thought about my mom & dad since they're the next eldest of the group...
The day ended when I saw my uncle's body being slowly lowered to the ground, covered with earth. It was raining. His life has finally come to rest, a new chapter begins... No, no new chapters, no whatsoever... but he will be remembered.
I didn't cry, I wept a little... We all die. Yet I don't like seeing people suffer, seeing people in physical pain, in agony... it's so horrible, I don't even want to imagine it, but it's there! Course we can always give them morphine, but who knows what goes on in his/her mind and body, until our time comes, we will never understand and feel the pain of a dying soul.
June 19, 2003
The World
Treat this world as I do, like a wayfarer; like a horseman who stops in the shade of a tree for a time, and then moves on.
Text: Proverb
June 18, 2003
June 17, 2003
Positive Side of Life
Living on Earth is expensive,
but it does include a free trip
around the sun every year.
How long a minute is depends on
what side of the bathroom door you're on.
Birthdays are good for you;
the more you have, the longer you live.
Happiness comes through doors
you didn't even know you left open.
Ever notice that the people who are late
often much jollier than the people
who have to wait for them?
Most of us go to our grave
with our music still inside of us.
If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day,
how come nothing is free yet?
You may be only one person in the world,
but you may also be the world to one person.
Some mistakes are too much fun
to only make once.
Don't cry because it's over;
smile because it happened.
We could learn a lot from crayons:
some are sharp, some are pretty,
some are dull, some have weird names,
and all are different colors... but
they all exist very nicely in the same box.
A truly happy person is one who can
enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Have an awesome day,
and know that someone
who thinks you're great
has thought about you today!
Text: An email from my friend Lori Thanks sweet!
June 16, 2003
Yeah, Something Like That
Was talking to my friend Stuart earlier tonight... I was saying, "...yeah, we're kinda like fresh cut flowers, all pretty and fragrant, full of life on the outside, not knowing that we're already dead..."
It's a terrible thought, yet somewhat true, somewhat not... The flowers, it's like, die and die again... But what's life when life isn't much of a struggle afterall? It'll probably be a bit boring; Does that considered being peaceful? If that's the case, I'm there evey night if you ask me. We all struggle, but not to a sense to create our own 'unnecessary' drama, just life happenings, some predictable, some not so... I dunno really, this is what just came to mind.
Life is good, life is bad, life is happy and life is sad - have it your way! O and I can use a Whopper now!!!
June 12, 2003
June 11, 2003
The Tale of the Sands
A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found that as fast as it ran into the sand, the waters disappeared.
It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: ‘The Wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.’
The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.
‘By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.’
But how could this happen? ‘By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.’
This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?
‘The wind’, said the sand, ‘performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river.’
‘How can I know that this is true?’
‘It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.’
‘But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?’
‘You cannot in either case remain so,’ the whisper said. ‘Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one.’
When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he – or some part of him, was it? – had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered – or did he? – that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.
And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had had his doubts, the steam was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of his experience. He reflected, ‘Yes, now I have learned my true identity.’
The stream was learning, but the sands whispered: ‘We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountains.’
And that is why it is said that the way in which the Stream of Life is to continue on its journey is written in the Sands.
Text: Idries Shah - Tales of the Dervishes
June 10, 2003
June 09, 2003
We Don't Play Guitars
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June 04, 2003
Life and Disappointment
Seeing an old lady of evident serenity and knowledge sitting opposite me on a train, I leant forward and asked her:
'What wisdom can you pass on to me?'
She said:
'Young man, all I have got to say is that life has been a great disappointment to me!'
Text: Idries Shah - Reflections
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