The best music in the world
Some people leave footprints in the hearts that you wegbekommt never get off and do not intend to. On some albums it is the same. And sometimes both together is even.
The first two albums ("Chega de Saudade" and "O Amor, o Sorriso ea Flor") have by João Gilberto 1959/60 not only pretty much single-handedly lifted the Bossa Nova to grow up, but to me, over forty years later, given a lot of feelings about life, love and all the rest, not to say: caused previously unimagined thoughts and feelings in me. What was buried, was brought to light what lay dormant, awakened. Eichendorff it look like me however, that the world began, to sing, because João had taken the magic word. These albums are pure heart food, no less.
Everything went more then rather quickly: A few months after my initiation by the gentle waves I met a very special girl, and I realized through them, what I had been whispering to the bossa previously. That true happiness is not in the short-term enthusiasm, the passion of the moment and there is the euphoria of being overwhelmed, but in a continual sense of security, of self-with-the-world-accepted explanation. A deep peace, a self-confidence and feel at home.
The Zen-like simplicity of Gilberto's music speaks to the inclined Phone and told him as much of the world like the wind in the trees in one afternoon in June. One must understand it can only. Elegant simplicity instead of noise and spectacle. Sweet melancholy, a beautiful pain and at the same time, at the same moment, even hopeful new beginning and youthful freshness.
João treats the guitar like a lover and whispers to more than he sings. He keeps us manifestations of love: desire and joy, tenderness, but also pain and sorrow.
A playful, summery music that always know also about the imminent loss of momentary happiness. Love, this eternal riddle, we met here, in wonderful poetry and sounds transformed.
Rough cut into the crackling of the run-out groove: The summer passed and with it, my girl. The luck came to me like a dream. It did not last long. Like almost all good bossa nova songs, it is usually under two minutes to a few brief moments in life is limited. The man also usually only in hindsight, if everything is already over, accept as true happiness.
The Portuguese Saudade is the first albums to Gilberto's pure beauty, a deeply felt by the listener lifestyle and design: fresh request and at the same time have the knowledge of its loss and impermanence.
Yet da, bei allem Schmerz, immer auch Zuversicht. Denn etwas, das einmal war, kann irgendwann auch wieder sein. So lange man lebt, besteht Hoffnung. Schließlich haben wir (und Leonard Cohen möge mir diesen letzten Kniff verzeihen) immer noch die Musik.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Paddle Attachment Look Like On The Kitchen Aid?
Anne conjure Heche can
Als ich am Sonntag mit meinen Hunden Gassi ging, kam ich an der Christlichen Gemeinde in unserem Dorf vorbei. Für diese Freikirche Schrägstrich Sekte habe ich nie viel übrig gehabt, doch jetzt, im strömenden nachmittäglichen Regen, taten sie mir fast ein bißchen leid. Das hier sollte ihr Sommerfest sein, und sie kauerten sich hilfesuchend unter Regenschirme und Vordächer. Das Volleyballturnier ward ersatzlos gestrichen, die Würstchen schmeckten also anyone rightly so. In passing, I thought to myself: Peter must be a Catholic. For pirates of the faith he has little left.
Little has left the interested reader for abrupt change of topic. But so be it: My life is a bit like Bossa Nova. Since it is not about the play, but rendered solely to the notes. The opposite of virtuosity so.
evening was still Atze Oscar Wilde over a beer. Gave me quite right and said: My only genius I've ever used on my life, in my books put only my talent. Then another Iserlohn. Prost.
When the British visit was again reeled off, I still up for some fun and playing into the Internet completely drunk. There I was suddenly very different. The people of this anger, it also had no more time on it. Your blog has become far too fictitious, the masquerades of the irony of silly and private, to have more world levels, experiences or thoughts are identified. Pfui Deibel. Who reads that?
So here's me, for knocking out fine, finally even the most naked, pure, raw and throbbing life: Last night, long before the summer festival and wild verplästerten visit, I felt incredibly alone. I woke up and suddenly had the feeling that the last human being on earth. But then I discovered happily that there was something someone because in that moment I saw the beautiful naked woman lying next to me on the bed and smiled at me somehow totally up and running. Their irresistible Kleiderlosigkeit their unbridled passion sprang towards me really - from the expanded middle part of the day before I buy men's magazines.
Als ich am Sonntag mit meinen Hunden Gassi ging, kam ich an der Christlichen Gemeinde in unserem Dorf vorbei. Für diese Freikirche Schrägstrich Sekte habe ich nie viel übrig gehabt, doch jetzt, im strömenden nachmittäglichen Regen, taten sie mir fast ein bißchen leid. Das hier sollte ihr Sommerfest sein, und sie kauerten sich hilfesuchend unter Regenschirme und Vordächer. Das Volleyballturnier ward ersatzlos gestrichen, die Würstchen schmeckten also anyone rightly so. In passing, I thought to myself: Peter must be a Catholic. For pirates of the faith he has little left.
Little has left the interested reader for abrupt change of topic. But so be it: My life is a bit like Bossa Nova. Since it is not about the play, but rendered solely to the notes. The opposite of virtuosity so.
evening was still Atze Oscar Wilde over a beer. Gave me quite right and said: My only genius I've ever used on my life, in my books put only my talent. Then another Iserlohn. Prost.
When the British visit was again reeled off, I still up for some fun and playing into the Internet completely drunk. There I was suddenly very different. The people of this anger, it also had no more time on it. Your blog has become far too fictitious, the masquerades of the irony of silly and private, to have more world levels, experiences or thoughts are identified. Pfui Deibel. Who reads that?
So here's me, for knocking out fine, finally even the most naked, pure, raw and throbbing life: Last night, long before the summer festival and wild verplästerten visit, I felt incredibly alone. I woke up and suddenly had the feeling that the last human being on earth. But then I discovered happily that there was something someone because in that moment I saw the beautiful naked woman lying next to me on the bed and smiled at me somehow totally up and running. Their irresistible Kleiderlosigkeit their unbridled passion sprang towards me really - from the expanded middle part of the day before I buy men's magazines.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Kymco People Security
Chocolate Jesus
Jahesius Krüst shuffelte is leisurely at the desk and was once again was:
I got paid, I would write more. Would I get paid for it, it would be a profession. If it were my job, I would do it every day. I would do it every day, I would get lost having fun. Without fun, would I torture myself but, I pull words and phrases from the nose, wring formulations. I would make to Worthure. But as I write, how many fucking young men: a pure pleasure and not for money. Cash is not everything in life. Sorry Johnny. Later Krüst
moved back to the garage where he had run over his dog last week. Doctor House had thought it would have been an accident, and who wanted to Hugh Laurie contradict that?
Again we speak of how the artist looks position in our world. A unique style that the audience is good, must really mean for the artist to leave him behind, the style, not the audience, because the states this
In any case, an artist off in such a situation, the shrill alarm bells, call the local security service to which announce that nothing has happened, perhaps drink fix a coffee, but no later than at the same, immediately and in what else to make the point than before. No longer the typical shit, but all deliver new shit. No more blue top and pink bottom, but right next to black and cinnamon. This of course applies not only to painting but also for the rest.
was served Remaining our Krüst as he watched the evening in the goggle box, and my dear Scholli what he saw there for schröckliche figures potzblitz, er dachte erst, es wäre ein neuer Zombiefilm von George A. Romero, doch nein, es war dann doch nur Zeit für den beliebtesten Privatsender der Republik.
Früher, also in seinen Jugendjahren, das war gegen Ende des Kaiserreichs, mußte man noch etwas können oder geleistet haben, um ins Fernsehen zu kommen. Heute reicht es schon aus, wenn daheim ein verhaltensauffälliges Kind sitzt, man ein bißchen kochen kann oder aber den ganzen Arsch voll Schulden hat.
Derart angepißt, ging Krüst nach oben ins Schlafzimmer, löschte das Licht und legte Watertown von Frank Sinatra auf. Tolle Platte. Kennt nur keiner.
Jahesius Krüst shuffelte is leisurely at the desk and was once again was:
I got paid, I would write more. Would I get paid for it, it would be a profession. If it were my job, I would do it every day. I would do it every day, I would get lost having fun. Without fun, would I torture myself but, I pull words and phrases from the nose, wring formulations. I would make to Worthure. But as I write, how many fucking young men: a pure pleasure and not for money. Cash is not everything in life. Sorry Johnny. Later Krüst
moved back to the garage where he had run over his dog last week. Doctor House had thought it would have been an accident, and who wanted to Hugh Laurie contradict that?
Again we speak of how the artist looks position in our world. A unique style that the audience is good, must really mean for the artist to leave him behind, the style, not the audience, because the states this
In any case, an artist off in such a situation, the shrill alarm bells, call the local security service to which announce that nothing has happened, perhaps drink fix a coffee, but no later than at the same, immediately and in what else to make the point than before. No longer the typical shit, but all deliver new shit. No more blue top and pink bottom, but right next to black and cinnamon. This of course applies not only to painting but also for the rest.
was served Remaining our Krüst as he watched the evening in the goggle box, and my dear Scholli what he saw there for schröckliche figures potzblitz, er dachte erst, es wäre ein neuer Zombiefilm von George A. Romero, doch nein, es war dann doch nur Zeit für den beliebtesten Privatsender der Republik.
Früher, also in seinen Jugendjahren, das war gegen Ende des Kaiserreichs, mußte man noch etwas können oder geleistet haben, um ins Fernsehen zu kommen. Heute reicht es schon aus, wenn daheim ein verhaltensauffälliges Kind sitzt, man ein bißchen kochen kann oder aber den ganzen Arsch voll Schulden hat.
Derart angepißt, ging Krüst nach oben ins Schlafzimmer, löschte das Licht und legte Watertown von Frank Sinatra auf. Tolle Platte. Kennt nur keiner.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Is Flashlights From Camera Bad For Babies Eyes
law on forest
Das Leben schlägt gelegentlich seltsame Pfade ein.
Only recently I had to, for example, although it is absolutely not my temperament, corresponds to a young lady to help with her divorce. Somewhere we had probably misunderstood thoroughly.
We came when we met, just like talking to each other, and at some point they then asked it, because what I really am doing, and I said right at the forest ...
Oh, that's great, then she interrupted me with an almost infectious enthusiasm in his voice and a meaning twinkle in his eyes.
The great thing was I still not quite risen, especially since they did not say so myself, but for her not to be damaged by hail the day, I made the simple Gesellschaftsspielchen times with and nodded, though perhaps a bit too eagerly.
She spread below the ruins of their marriage in front of me and otherwise nothing good to let her estranged husband.
was only then that I realized that she probably thought I was a lawyer, that lawyer and therefore well versed in divorce matters. And I wanted to tell you but really only from my Köhlerhütte that I run right to the wood.
We both were true in this awkward situation, the face, I kept everything else dear, you did a few weeks later, the favor and took them to court. Otherwise it would have probably been disappointed but very badly, and I could have just at this lovely person not had the heart. The truth is sometimes an arrant slave-driver.
The hearing was then quite well. Her husband was his old maiden name, the nail varnish and the two guinea pigs awarded, was allowed to keep what my client to compensate but at least the Porsche, the chocolate fountain and the Handmade Oriental rugs. The custody of the 15-room villa on the outskirts they shared.
able to live with all stakeholders good, even the guinea pigs.
It seems to me to be a true legal nature of talent.
Maybe I should change the profession.
Das Leben schlägt gelegentlich seltsame Pfade ein.
Only recently I had to, for example, although it is absolutely not my temperament, corresponds to a young lady to help with her divorce. Somewhere we had probably misunderstood thoroughly.
We came when we met, just like talking to each other, and at some point they then asked it, because what I really am doing, and I said right at the forest ...
Oh, that's great, then she interrupted me with an almost infectious enthusiasm in his voice and a meaning twinkle in his eyes.
The great thing was I still not quite risen, especially since they did not say so myself, but for her not to be damaged by hail the day, I made the simple Gesellschaftsspielchen times with and nodded, though perhaps a bit too eagerly.
She spread below the ruins of their marriage in front of me and otherwise nothing good to let her estranged husband.
was only then that I realized that she probably thought I was a lawyer, that lawyer and therefore well versed in divorce matters. And I wanted to tell you but really only from my Köhlerhütte that I run right to the wood.
We both were true in this awkward situation, the face, I kept everything else dear, you did a few weeks later, the favor and took them to court. Otherwise it would have probably been disappointed but very badly, and I could have just at this lovely person not had the heart. The truth is sometimes an arrant slave-driver.
The hearing was then quite well. Her husband was his old maiden name, the nail varnish and the two guinea pigs awarded, was allowed to keep what my client to compensate but at least the Porsche, the chocolate fountain and the Handmade Oriental rugs. The custody of the 15-room villa on the outskirts they shared.
able to live with all stakeholders good, even the guinea pigs.
It seems to me to be a true legal nature of talent.
Maybe I should change the profession.
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