une musique sans commencement ni fin
Jul. 31st, 2014 04:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI'm feeling ravished (enraptured and filled with intense delight and overwhelmed with emotion) again. Oh, and… wait a minute. Oh, looky, Facebook changed its interface again. Now I'm just angry. I was going to spend the next month or so in a giddy fog of Lush and Airiel, and then come crashing downward to the earth sometime in mid-September, but no. Maybe Facebook can interface with my ass. By biting it.
I'm lying. I'm over that and still in a giddy fog.
Emma was back. See the entry People's Artist for stuff about her, Madagascar, Maori, the Arab Spring and why I want to expose Asma al Assad's torso to a barrage of x-rays, romances in mechanical dancehalls, a failure to perform a Lord of the Ring suite and a success at performing a piece based around the tarot.
Bory bory ny tany indeed.
I did a drawing of her while she was sketching a design for a vegan youtube channel with a guy who dresses in drag (she asked me to pick another vegetable. I said eggplants, if fruits count.). She wishes that she brought one of her other sketchbooks, rather than one that just had ideas for logos (one of which involved a giant baby eating)
http://www.soleiarts.com/
She has an impressive new page for her art. She wants to get into digital art, likes to doodle with MS Paint, and wonders whatever happened to Kid Pix. She was involved with a mural.
https://soundcloud.com/goldbloc
And I think she's involved with this band. I know she got into African drumming recently. In fact, she brought a drum with her to the concert.
Don't read this until you've answered the burning question, or if you're one of those people who always ignores the burning question, in which case, go ahead, see how much I care, and if you're one of the people who doesn't notice the burning question, I've been putting burning questions at the end of each entry since 2008, so, if they're not too personal (what's the worst thing you've ever done to a friend? I can see you not being comfortable answering, although I'll answer it: blamed her for my own misfortunes.)
She likes plants. And all things nature. Since I feel I'm blanking on a great many things, I held off posting this entry until I figuratively came back to Earth. Nonetheless, I still feel like I am blanking on something important.
She has a bumblebee tattooed on the nape of her neck. Bees are important, after all, and so is everything else, I guess. Just imagine the world without flowering plants. How beautiful the world is and all that is in it.
I misinterpreted something Carrie said and thought she was the only person in the entire world who was higher on the Mosquito Priority List than I was. The reality is that there weren't many mosquitos at all but there were fireflies.
And this isn't really a misinterpretation, but a guy said his wife was there in spirit and I'm thinking "Wait, so you're going to manifest her out of the aether?" But that's silly.
I think I met someone who may or may not be from Nepal. Wait, what am I saying? Either I think I met someone who was from Nepal or I met someone who may or may not be from Nepal. I think Southeast Asian Buddhists use Pali and Tibetans use their own script. She had ओं मणिपद्मे हूं tattooed on her arm.
I drew a guy at Downtown Crossing playing the erhu.
I swear the program changed. I swear Ravel was on the program. Internet Archive doesn't have it. Anyways, it began and ended with a suite from Carmen (I was hoping someone would sing the Habanera, but this isn't Opera Week).
I have no idea why Toreador was the encore as well, but I've listened to songs fifty times in a row. Okay, I exaggerated a little. Twenty. Anyways, Carmen is basically Don Jose spurns his girlfriend for the Roma woman Carmen, Carmen spurns Don Jose for the toreador Escamillo, Don Jose stabs them both.
Toreador, oh, don't spit on the floor is a Simpsons reference.
Cello Concerto #1 by Saint-Saëns is pretty awesome.
Fêtes from Debussy's Nocturnes was a bit slower than I remember. They played it years ago, although they played Nuages and Fêtes, not Fêtes and Sirènes. And the reason for that is because Sirènes has a wordless choral part, a bit like Daphnis et Chloé.
Sirènes reminds me of Neptune, The Mystic, and it's not just me.
Faure's Pavane was a vocal piece. Well, vocal and orchestral. Really really awesome.
The theme du nuit was France, if you couldn't tell. Nobody mentioned it but I'm sure it's obvious.
11 years is a good age for a large dog, says the owner of a Boston terrier.
9 years is impressive for a rabbits. I think it's 9 for Butterscotch. No, wait, maybe 8… it was 2007, because I remember the context. I don't remember when I got Bugs, and all I know about her is she was full grown when I got her. Whatever that means. Yeah, I think they both lived 8 years.'
I spent the ride home listening to Airiel and Lush (some Grieg later on). Airiel because it fits my mood. I shouldn't even have to explain Lush to anyone. There are a few people I wanted to sketch had I not left my pen behind, a woman with short hair who was from outside Boston, where the robins are thrushes, the blackbirds are icterids, and there aren't any old world flycatchers to complete the cycle and a guy from London, England, UK, where the robins are flycatchers, the blackbirds are thrushes, and there aren't any icterids to complete the cycle. England, find yourself some icterids and call them phoebes.
Also, our flycatchers are a different family. They're tyrant flycatchers, not old world flycatchers.
As I said to them, there are worse things to lose than a pen.
burning question: what's the first extinct animal that comes to your mind?
