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Monday, June 18

ABC


I like working out in the gym, but I'm in desperate need for some mental work out. So I've picked out the letter A, the Alpha and googled a picture. On page 10 it led me to this part of a German high-end amplifier. It will play music in its purest form, a bit like my old GrĂ¼ndig radio I assume. When I think of the songs that have passed through this wooden body ... I bought it some 10 years ago and often wonder where it first set a living room on fire. Elvis, Buddy Holly, Bob Dylan, The Stones, The Carpenters, Marvin Gaye. Hell, this radio will make lo-fi sound like high fidelity.

Talking of which. Here are some parts of lyrics I will sing along to in complete submission:

"Wrote you this
I hope you got it safe
It's been so long
I don't know what to say
I've travelled 'round
Through deserts on my horse
But jokes aside
I wanna come back home
You know that night
I said I had to go
You said you'd meet me
On the sunny road

It's time, meet me on the sunny road
it's time, meet me on the sunny road

I never married
Never had those kids
I loved too many
Now heaven's closed its gates.
I know I'm bad
To jump on you like this
Some things don't change
My middle name's still 'Risk'
I know that night
So long long time ago
Will you still meet me
On the sunny road"

(EMILIANA TORRINI - Sunny Road)
I guess I could sing this song to more than one man, but today it goes out to the one who was drinking Italian Cab Driver coctails with me last Friday, since he knows about the too many and the closing of heaven's gates.

(Which leads me to Dylan's "Trying to get to heaven before they close the door". However, I don't sing along to Bob.)

In my car I've been playing Paul Simon. Negotiations and love songs. "the thought that life could be better is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains". Why do we think better things will come along and wait to see which way the wind blows? Do we have too many pieces of life, and feel like waiting most of it away? Waiting is the new HIV. It will pour death and despair upon us all.

M Ward - Chinese Translation


While I'm at it, here's Torrini:


Well, figuring out how to post a YouTube video on a blog proved to be a real mental work out. I'll be back someday soon, with the letter B. Nighty night!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well said.

8:37 AM

 

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