Fun, Fun, Fun!

It is so nice to go out and have a drink (or two) with friends after work.

When you forget about everything for a few days and just try to live a normal life, with normal things, and plans you could not afford on a daily basis (weekly/monthly) but sometimes you need – if you want to survive.

I bought a pair of shoes. Black laced high heels, a bit wild but pretty feminine. Probably I can’t do a whole night in them and enjoying myself at the same time… So what’s the use??? – These are the shoes I needed. For my self-esteem – or call it whatever you prefer.

I’m going for a concert. Quimby is coming to London on the 14th of May. They are my favourite Hungarian band, and probably the most popular alternative rock band in my country. The one to be proud of.

And I’m going to Paris for two days next week. Can’t wait!

Okay, I want a DSLR but at the moment I’m not prepared to withdraw all these sources of joy from my life so that after a few months I could buy one. I need to be happy NOW. Despite of the never ending grey, cold and rainy weather. Despite of some trouble at work. (Despite of being one of ten thousand. – inside joke, sorry.) I’m going to have fun NOW.

And I’m going to have fun tomorrow. And I’m going to have fun next Wednesday and Thursday and next Friday. And I’m going to have fun the Monday after. That’s what people are supposed to do, isn’t it?

Addicted

There are so many things – music, poetry or whatever – I don’t understand. I just can’t keep up with my brain but still I enjoy them very much. Those pretty weird lyrics from Florence e. g. It is more like I feel them rather than cognitively understand. I understand with my heart. And it is enough. I can just go with the flow and its beauty lies in its mystery.

To avoid repeating myself all the time by praising Florence + The Machine today I chose Lykke Li.

 

I have no idea what this girl is doing in this video but from yesterday on – when I found this song – I just couldn’t stop listening to it. Clearly she is beautiful although I’m not really concentrating on the visuals and her voice is distinctive.

I could imagine the tune in an american bank robbing movie, a Bonnie and Clyde theme.. and for the lyrics I have many interpretations (from the fashionable vampire theme “I’m staying seventeen”, to an encounter with the Mafia “they won’t let me go, no”).

 

During the day I didn’t think about it though. I listened and listened and listened and any time it stopped I replayed it because I felt empty without it.

I think I’m addicted.

Paint what you hear

Have you ever thought of drawing or painting a music album?

Well, I haven’t until I was given the task to do nothing but listen to an album and if I like I can draw or paint some images that come to mind. I probably don’t have to say that I cannot paint neither can I draw but it was not the point.

I chose Florence + The Machine and their Ceremonials, of course, but I thought that I would just sit still, listen and do no painting (since I can’t..).

But then the magic happened. After the first half of the first song (Only If For A Night) I took my highlighters that were lying around me (with no purpose) and started to make green lines, then orange then yellow and the picture was making itself.

Here it is: 

I know I probably won’t be able to sell it and become a billionaire and I also know that your five year old niece can do the same even better but who cares I did it! I actually listened and did what I felt. And it was great!

And since it is the first day of 2012 I wish you a delightful new year with lots of colours and nice surprises!

Intimacy

Calmness stroking your soul.

Tenderness.

No tension.

Hope.

’cause I’m evil

It’s not very late but the stars have already taken control over the sky. You are walking home feeling worn out and looking at shiny, welcoming shop windows, some of them are still open. Cold breeze makes you shiver so you fold your arms hoping to keep some warmth inside. You stop at the crossing and while waiting for the traffic lights to let you go, you just peek in the American coffee shop. You can see people typing on their laptop or chatting to each other and you remember that you used to be one of them. But now you have to go home and sort things out with your partner in one way or another.

Panic

It is not only me here any more. Curious eyes are scanning my words waiting for more to come or maybe for something more… interesting.

“This is -here and now- THE opportunity to showcase your talent!”

Silence.

I’m feeling numb. My head is as empty as my stomach (yes, I’m hungry).

So what’s now?

The best is if I give the stage to The Tallest Man On Earth. He will do it for me. Only once. Only today.

 

Tomorrow I won’t be nervous. I promise.

I ♥ November

November has been always special for me. I’m not sure if it’s because it is the exact opposite to my birth month, May, but I can see a chemistry between the two of them. May is known as a feminine month with flowers, colours and all those sweet scents. It is soft, graceful and full of beauty.

November is in my opinion the negative pole of the same magnet. It is masculine, strong and definite. There’s less cheerfulness and more solemnity, thoughtfulness and even some wisdom.

I’m wondering how I’d feel if I lived on the Southern Hemisphere..

But let’s see some facts!

There’s a lot of things going on in November: starting with All Saints’ Day, a few Independence days (e.g. in Poland, Latvia, Suriname or Albania), or International Men’s Day. Or this is the month of Pancreatic Cancer Awareness, , Alzheimer’s Disease Awareness, Lung Cancer Awareness and National Homeless Youth Awareness among others.

I mention a few more delightful ones because it shouldn’t be all dark and creepy:  November is National Novel Writing Month (which I heard of first a few days ago but with that I wish good luck to all the participants from Writer’s Bureau) or the International Drum Month – I will check if there’s any events on this in London.

I also found songs for November. Okay, they might be dark but in an attractive way..

Guns N’ Roses: November Rain – classic

Silverstein: November – I quite like it until the shouting..

The National: Mr November – I think it’s catchy..

Tom Waits: November – well, I don’t know how to describe this one.. maybe it is creepy..

Riverside

Imagine a late autumn night when you walk along the river all alone thinking about your life: is it going the way it is supposed to be? Then you stop for a minute just to breath in some fresh air to clear your mind – you don’t want to get depressed after all. But this feeling just doesn’t want to go away and deep down you know that it’s been stuck inside you for quite a while. But you also know if you survive this night it is going to be easier tomorrow.

Struggle For Pleasure

I’m just sitting in the armchair looking out of my window and watching raindrops falling under and hitting the roof. I can’t really hear their noise because my laptop is on full volume. Youtube is a great invention.

I’m listening to WIM MERTENS Ensemble. I have never heard about them before. Such a shame. And such a luck that I did now! After the first few seconds it was clear: this was exactly what my soul was looking for: struggle for pleasure.

And I’m struggling as the music requires but I also have pleasure for doing so. Weird, isn’t it?

I did some research on this music and I found my perfect Friday night’s program: The belly of an architect. Which is a film drama from 1987 and its main melody happens to be Wim Mertens’ Struggle for pleasure.

Enjoy!

Happiness is not exciting enough

Probably I’m not the first who thinks or says that. I was just thinking if I liked happiness enough to keep myself happy for a long time and I’m not sure. People don’t learn from happiness.They don’t like to suffer either of course. They only like the moments when the suffering stops. When they are painless for quite a while they start to worry about things which make them unhappy again. People need pain as well as happiness. They need both to make the circle complete.

And we need special people to suffer a lot because that’s what makes them create brilliant songs, films, books, pictures etc.