Mirror on The Wall

February 20, 2012

This morning, after dropping girls off at school, I caught this song on the radio, which hit me like no other song did for a while. This is totally powerful.
Rushed home to look up lyrics on youtube – even better!
Then found a video clip – blew my mind away!
See this:

Read lyrics:

Lil Wayne “Mirror” Lyrics

With everything happening today
You dont know whether you’re coming or going
But you think that you’re on your way
Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it
Look at me when Im talkin to you
You looking at me but I’m lookin through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you’re not satisfied
And I dont see nobody else
I see myself I’m looking at the

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Oh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
but I’m with you when you re all alone
And you correct me when Im lookin wrong
I see that guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pain
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, Im lookin at the..

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Lookin at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my f-ckin dad
Light it up, thats smoke ‘n mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile thats a blessin
I see the change, I see the message
and no message could been any clearer
So I’m startin’ with the man in the’

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Mirror on the wall.

Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/lil-wayne-mirror-lyrics/#ixzz1muccz2NV

А вот здесь линк на массу творческо-интеллектуального богатства: http://www.ted.com/  Не ем, не сплю, не работаю –  все смотрю…

Morning…

October 19, 2009

View From My Studio Window

View From My Studio Window

First day in the studio after two weeks break.

Resistance.

Cold big room.

I sit down on the bed, facing the view. NOW…..

… The wind carries yellow leaves past my window. Their unorderly procession adds gayety to the intensely stormy sky. 

The wind gently holds the birds up in the air. They remind me of something… Of what? The feeling. The feeling of being alive and enjoying just that – being alive, which is always revocable, but constantly neglected. Why? Why cannot I share it with everyone? The poignant happiness of the moment, transient and untransferable. Or IS it untransferable?

The bird, flying in the sky, being happy and  unconcerned – does it care about sharing its emotions with anyone?

The leaves, scattering away from the trees, obviously having fun escaping, what do they think of their experience?

Why can’t I stop and enjoy and not care about involving others into the sharing of my experience, and looking around and asking, “Did you see that? Did you notice that? Do you feel what I feel? Feel it with me!” 

Because I am a human?..

My favourite music

July 17, 2009

After long wanderings about on the Net, I had to console myself with this most favourite piece of music. Why is it that they are soooo divine here, together? Is there some extra magic in collaborations?..

Actuallly, after a bit more surfing I realised, that Bobby McFerrin is The Genius of the musical collaboration.

And improvisation

Gosh! It’s like souls making love… I want that!

Drum

July 17, 2009

Baroque music

July 15, 2009

Last 15 months or so, apart from searching for the new ways, I was also timidly re-establishing the old links.

Lately had a lively e-mail exchange with a friend from the college, who I had a very zig-zagy history of friendship with. He established a regular presence on the LiveJournal, which is one of my, yet very few, favourite blogs.

Went there this morning and found Max and “his circle” indulging in a “cravatted” high-browed conversation about Baroque music, Scarlatti, harpsichord pieces, Royer etc, with some pieces featured, which I am pinching for my own use here (see below). Had to peruse the Wiki, Amazon and Youtube to educate myself up to the post…

 Ended up spending some £ on Amazon… Of course, what I should be doing at this moment is actually working hard in the studio. Somehow, I am not.

Anyway, what I actually want to accentuate this morning is – it’s been long since I had a proper communication with the Russian language. That’s why I am especially enjoying Max’s blog (http://masquaraboz.livejournal.com/), and another one just found, one of “his circle”: http://finto-pazzo.livejournal.com/. Refreshing!

Forget the time!

May 18, 2009

I am trying to catch the Present.

The book of the week is “The Power of Now”. The main message so far: The past and the future are not real – they are only the mental concepts. They don’t exist as such, outside of our head. The only thing which is real and which exists is The Now. But due to some trickery of our minds we, humans, keep getting trapped in the memories (Past) and the expectations (Future), therefore not paying due attention to the Present, therefore missing the life, the pure and ever-present pleasure of Being.

I came to the studio and tryed to block the thoughts of duty, like having to accomplish that much today and having to work on this and that today… I took my time to organise things, to enjoy being in the studio, touching the paper, feeling the water from the tap. Listening to the sonatas by Bach I moved around the room, looking at the paintings, planning, preparing the tools and materials.

Felt hungry. Got a piece of bread and chewed on it, looking out of the window.

It is very windy today. The white clouds are moving in a flow. They form a motion background for the houses, windows and roofs, with the seagulls on the tops. The music is of the same tempo – everything is moderato… I stay behind the glass, feeling the warmth of the sun on me, looking at the picture. The seagulls get into the air one by one. They stay there, having spread their wings, lightly swaying… I look at one of them.  All of a sudden, I understand, that it does it for no other reason, but the pleasure! Pure pleasure of being in the air, effortlessly and aimlessly, turning its heads here and there, seeing. Just seeing.

The time and the clouds were moving by, and the seagull just floated on the stream of air. The time and the places are moving by, and I stay, seeing. And feeling. Nothing else matters – only this. And then I go and create something about it 🙂