This time back in London had a great time as always. Moreover, had good time with my psycho partner - my lighthouse of dissertation, my support of mind, my alarm bell of masterplan, my best friend.
At her first time visit Taipei in 2005, I went one of her concerts. It was amazing. Her passion of singing and still being such elegant, attractive while interpret latin music, are factors I appreciate.
I'd like to regard her as the model, find a thing, devoting myself into that field for the next 25 years of my life, with passion and attraction.
I must be getting OLD, otherwise how would this movie and this song have been frequently, constantly hovering over my head and mind, also hit me overwhelmingly.
Lost in Translation - the movie I can watch over and over again without being tired of it, reminds me the word - compromise.
"A great pianist is required with rational calmness and an intense heart" - I regard it as the same as a human been.
Just right about cross the road, I lift up my head, something familiar caught my eye - Vitus. That little boy is coming to Taipei having his concert. I couldn t wait any longer, ran back to office and booked the ticket without wasting a second.
"Vitus"- I still remember how wonderful this little boy played in the beginning of the movie - Robert Schumann's Concerto for Piano and Orchestra in A minor, one of my favorite. Oh Schumann, who could be more sensitive, more passionate, more fragile? His concerto is one of the kind and with fully depth, describe life profoundly. I totally melt, feel like deeply drown into his music.
And this little boy - Teo Gheroghiu, who has grown up apparently, played him so well. Now he is coming to Taipei. I have to meet him and his music. How exciting.
From the exhibition - EXPOSED: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera in the Tate Modern. There are so many unhappy faces, which also represent unhappy lives, lost souls. Some of those which are lives I couldn t even imagine if any of them happened in mine. I am not the only one mentally suffered. I am not alone. And, I should be grateful.
Who Can really actually literally RESIST the Talking Heads?!
Not me! I couldn t resist this head.
"Come on. Come on. She says anything...Who knows, who knows,what she's thinking...Well the lady don't mind...No, no, no, the lady don't mind..."
At the first time that sweet Sana play Talking Heads, I just fall in love with them right away. We dance and sing in the living room of our accommodation in the Elephant & Castle. Then the Talking Heads just immediately replace the Beatles which we also played as the morning songs when we were preparing the breakfast.
That was so fun! You cannot help shaking your heads, your body, your trouble, your everything, ( even last night orgasom) with every bit, and the voice is just so easy that makes you believe there is nothing you can t handle, and you can actually leave all the trouble to behind, (at least till tomorrow.) Each beat is so clear, you just need to feel.
When I try not to talk to myself, try to stop the debate between my head and heart. I just play it. When it comes the time that I have trouble figuring out how to talk, how to express my feeling. I just play it. It reminds me this simple expressions in Roman dialect "Parla Come Magni" - "Speak the way you eat".