Touching my head, makes me feel horny.
Monday, 30 July 2007
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
Jazz
Rocks makes you high, but Jazz,
makes you horny.
I keep thinking about this sentence every time I go to a Jazz concert now after a live performance in Prague in May this year.
Pat Metheny holds a guitar which roars like a sax. His skill is brilliant but what interesting about Jazz is, in live which is even obvious, there often has a guy, whose rhythm line, vision of music or using the most straightfoward way, just some simple notes, the sounds can suddenly calls your intrinsic nature and soon you realize that this guy is the killer. In tonight's show, his name is Brad Mehldau.
Metheny, in a degree you can label him as a pioneer of contemporary Jazz. His sounds isn't always swing but combines Rock beat, Blues and the so-called guitar hero's image. He is an aggressive musician but what the shame is, his pianoist company, Mehldau, uses the traditional and foundmental touch to touch the audience. In music, there is a saying, pitch is money, yet it doesn't always work in Jazz, an intellectual music form. It is very competitive, somehow even curel especially during the jam battle. It requires musician's instinct react and which has to be very, very beautiful. You have to be very sensitive to adjust the concept of music line, the structure, cause no one likes to follow the rules if there is a one.
You can play safe but you won't get encore. And Jazz, it always tends to reach out its definition and understanding and then sublimates into, music. An incarnation, isn't it? So we no longer sure what music we are listening now. we even start to doubt and contemplate that what is Jazz, and what's the point to know, to distinguish, to define what Jazz is? Ironically, that is what so-called Jazz music teaches me.
Forget all these ballocks, would you like to go to a Jazz concert with me, ladies?
makes you horny.
I keep thinking about this sentence every time I go to a Jazz concert now after a live performance in Prague in May this year.
Pat Metheny holds a guitar which roars like a sax. His skill is brilliant but what interesting about Jazz is, in live which is even obvious, there often has a guy, whose rhythm line, vision of music or using the most straightfoward way, just some simple notes, the sounds can suddenly calls your intrinsic nature and soon you realize that this guy is the killer. In tonight's show, his name is Brad Mehldau.
Metheny, in a degree you can label him as a pioneer of contemporary Jazz. His sounds isn't always swing but combines Rock beat, Blues and the so-called guitar hero's image. He is an aggressive musician but what the shame is, his pianoist company, Mehldau, uses the traditional and foundmental touch to touch the audience. In music, there is a saying, pitch is money, yet it doesn't always work in Jazz, an intellectual music form. It is very competitive, somehow even curel especially during the jam battle. It requires musician's instinct react and which has to be very, very beautiful. You have to be very sensitive to adjust the concept of music line, the structure, cause no one likes to follow the rules if there is a one.
You can play safe but you won't get encore. And Jazz, it always tends to reach out its definition and understanding and then sublimates into, music. An incarnation, isn't it? So we no longer sure what music we are listening now. we even start to doubt and contemplate that what is Jazz, and what's the point to know, to distinguish, to define what Jazz is? Ironically, that is what so-called Jazz music teaches me.
Forget all these ballocks, would you like to go to a Jazz concert with me, ladies?
Monday, 2 July 2007
nobody knows
我的zippo打火機一直點不著，
路過的人，沒有一個狀似等待。
總覺得辻仁成的 “再見，總有一天“ 像一座濃密森林，常常不自覺的就在心裡叨起這句話。
妳說，這到底是什麼意思？
清晨夢裡，每天都說著很多故事，一個比一個精彩，都捨不得起來。我開始在想，這樣的能力，不知是祂的，我的，
無人知曉
有的人看著我，我的視線卻直接從他們雙眸間穿透，自己都覺得好透徹。
想上廁所，想買杯Cafe Nero，我的錶，時間原來在6月31號，這也是，
一座森林。
路過的人，沒有一個狀似等待。
總覺得辻仁成的 “再見，總有一天“ 像一座濃密森林，常常不自覺的就在心裡叨起這句話。
妳說，這到底是什麼意思？
清晨夢裡，每天都說著很多故事，一個比一個精彩，都捨不得起來。我開始在想，這樣的能力，不知是祂的，我的，
無人知曉
有的人看著我，我的視線卻直接從他們雙眸間穿透，自己都覺得好透徹。
想上廁所，想買杯Cafe Nero，我的錶，時間原來在6月31號，這也是，
一座森林。
Sunday, 1 July 2007
00:44
倫敦時間，0時44分。
時間有多長？我總覺得他過的好快卻好慢，好久卻轉瞬，好真卻好虛幻，可以再任由放縱的繼續下去，然後時間來到00:50。
在妳讀完後又會是十分鐘經過。而妳可曾意識到，經歷的這十分鐘後，也是我的。
我在這裡，妳在那裡。
只是，什麼是真什麼是假，我越來越分不清，
而原來，什麼咒語，都有期限。
那張在Camden town買的封面貼有island record 的唱片，塑膠封套，今天到期。
時間，走到01:12，我不知道，這天，將過的慢，過的快
時間有多長？我總覺得他過的好快卻好慢，好久卻轉瞬，好真卻好虛幻，可以再任由放縱的繼續下去，然後時間來到00:50。
在妳讀完後又會是十分鐘經過。而妳可曾意識到，經歷的這十分鐘後，也是我的。
我在這裡，妳在那裡。
只是，什麼是真什麼是假，我越來越分不清，
而原來，什麼咒語，都有期限。
那張在Camden town買的封面貼有island record 的唱片，塑膠封套，今天到期。
時間，走到01:12，我不知道，這天，將過的慢，過的快
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