When I was....

I saw Achtung Baby! do this. I thought I'd give it a go.




When I was 10 I wanted to be Mariah Carey
When I was 11 I wanted to be Gwen Stefani
When I was 12 I wanted to be Dolores O'Riordan
When I was 13 I wanted to be Shaun Colvin
When I was 14 I wanted to be Ella Hooper
When I was 15 I wanted to be Marilyn Manson
When I was 16 I wanted to be Maynard
When I was 17 I wanted to be Tori Amos
When I was 18 I wanted to be Katie Noonan
When I was 19 I wanted to be Elliott Smith
When I was 20 I wanted to be alive? 2005 was a bad year for me.
When I was 21 I wanted to be Tali White
When I was 22 I wanted to be Regina Spektor



This was so much fun to make. :D If you only check out a couple of the videos... see Regina's and Elliott's. So much love!

Listening to Mason and Tool again cracked me up a bit. Isn't it funny how lyrics to songs can stay with you without knowing? I probably could sing all of Mason's Antichrist Superstar still and Tool's Lateralus. <3 :P

2005 was the year I dropped out of Uni (deferred anyway) and was homeless and sans employment and massively depressed and what else? I really couldn't think of a band or artist that I enjoyed listening to during that year.

There you go my friends,

Cathrine

Ca Plane Pour Moi

Ok, so life is about choices. I'm renown for making bad ones and then feeling sorry for myself afterwards. It hasn't really worked for me, but I've kept at it. Kinda silly. I had a good day today hanging with a friend and then I got all self-pitying and lame. But that's a choice right? I work my ass off, I do my best, that has to be good enough. Otherwise I'm applying similar ideas of perfectionism to my secular life as to my non-secular life.


I got this song recently from somewhere? Probably Lucy. I like it, it's French and it's upbeat. I figure upbeat music is a better choice at the moment. :)


Plastic Bertrand - Ca Plane Pour Moi



Curious about lyrics? I was. Trouve ici.


C'est tout :)

~Cathrine

Tom Waits

Sometimes my appreciation for the melancholy is a little overwhelming. But this song is good.






See you,

~Cathrine

Why bother?

Being forgotten or overlooked hurts. A lot. Especially when you are putting in more than your fair share. So here I am. Hurt and pissed off.

I got some Albert Ayler from eMusic last night. I'm going to listen to it... and drink my red wine. Next time there is a work meeting planned for my day off, I'm going to call in and check that it's still on.



I love that people made music like Ayler. The world would be a poorer place without it because in moments like this his music makes sense.

Grumble,

~Cathrine

If I were in a band meme...

So a few of my friends have done this, so I figure I may as well share mine as well. The band name (Liaoning Daily) is the name of a communist newspaper in China. I particularly like how the album title (It's against the law) fits well with the band title since you know... Communists are great on censorship and law enforcement. Mmm and the lady? Not your typical advertising approach for communism, but if sex sells why not buy in? :P





1 - The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Third picture of the flickr page, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

5 - Re-post.


Good times,

~Cathrine

This is why we share music....

So I've touched edges of things that I am learning I need to explore more fully. I like Leonard Cohen. The very idea of him makes my melancholy heart do a dance. I read some of his poetry in my late teens and was awestruck. It transported me to a completely different world.

So I know only one of his songs, Famous Blue Raincoat, because of Tori Amos' cover. (which is pretty great) I really like the song... it's powerful, though I guess to someone who is not looking for it, likely seems drab. Drab is it's appeal though... and it works for me.


Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat





But then Tom gave me this song and I think I died a little again. I love that voice... it's penetrating. And the female vocals underneath? Such a lovely counterpoint...


Leonard Cohen - If It Be Your Will



Oh! This cover of The Smith's song by The Lucksmiths is just darling! <3


The Lucksmiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out



*nods*

~Cathrine

James Ryan :)

Well dear friends, I am so very much enjoying my Saturdays off! I met up with Lois and Aisha today and we hung around at Parramatta. We ate yummy chocolate at Max Brenner and did some shopping. I picked up random things. I got a book on how to draw mythical creatures (for kids at work, the girls are obsessed with mermaids), I got liquid hand soap (random I say), I found Caesar IV and I'm having it sent to Chatswood's EB Games (computer games = <3), I bought pants, and I bought James Ryans latest CD "Bitter Sweet".

I was so excited and bouncy when I bought it! The lady at the ABC shop had a happy smile when serving me because I was so pleased with my purchase. :D I'm thinking now I'll have to drop round to The Hollywood Hotel and get it signed by James. :P He's having an offical launch at The Sound Lounge, but it's like double the cost of the entry at The Hollywood. :P

I miss those guys a lot. Part of me says that chapter in my life is closed though... Why do they have to play Monday nights? If only I lived or worked in the city still. It's so hard to get out there after work. The music itself on the CD isn't earth shattering... Bitter sweet is one track that I recall from my Hollywood days and it's tres awesome to have a copy of it. His music is good. His flute work is funky-awesome. I had hoped for a more Lost Cosmonaughts feel to the album but it's not there. I'm going to have to wait till they put something together themselves... I'm listening to their Myspace and sighing over Hugh Barrett's keys solos. So much awesome.


Anyway...


While we were in Max Brenner I was quite rude to my friends, I interupted their conversation to squeal over a French song that I love that started playing in the background. :P ...and periodically squealed over other music if it was French. :P This is the song. I heart it.


Marie Laforet - Toi Mon Amour Mon Ami




Toi.. mon amour, mon ami... :)

~Cathrine

Poinciana

I am in love with this piece of music....



Ahmad Jamal - Poinciana



It's heavenly...

~Cathrine

Bob Dylan

I never discovered him earlier...

How is this possible?





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Mark used to dig deep into the 80s. He'd look for obscure 80s bands... and sometimes he'd find an awesome one. I supposedly am looking for good music and here I am, missing the most basic stuff to come out of the 60s. :) Good music is just waiting to be found...

more later,

~Me

"I love you" - powerful words

So I got caught watching some romantic comedy on TV and then fell into the "aww, love is lovely" frame of mind. If someone loves you, it's as if your belief in yourself trebles and your strength to carry on doing the hard things of life is given a massive boost. Love is incredible. Love gives joy to hard work.

I had an incredible week. I think I have a better grasp on life now and the deal with love. My hard work is no longer hard work... there is great joy now. Though I'm not in love with anyone, I have rediscovered God's love. In a way that I previously haven't known.

Where it hasn't been good for so long, it is.



Music To Smile To


Joni Mitchell - Chelsea Morning
Joni Micthell - Twisted
Emiliana Torrini - Tomorrow
Cat Power - He War
Bjork - It's Oh So Quiet
Lauren Wood - Fallen
Badly Drawn Boy - Magic In The Air
Katie Noonan - Here, There, Everywhere
Keith Green - When I Hear The Praises Start
MercyMe - I Would Die For You




But in particular, this song is fitting. It's written from God's perspective to his children. It's beautiful.


Keith Green - When I Hear The Praises Start



My son, My son, why are you striving
You can't add one thing to what's been done for you
I did it all while I was dying
Rest in your faith, my peace will come to you
For when I hear the praises start
I want to rain upon you
Blessings that will fill your heart
I see no stain upon you
Because you are my child and you know me
To Me you're only holy
Nothing that you've done remains
Only what you do for Me
My child, My child, why are you weeping
You will not have to wait forever
That day and that hour is in My keeping
The day I'll bring you into Heaven
For when I hear the praises start
My child, I want to rain upon you
Blessing that will fill your heart
I see no stain upon you
Because you are My child and you know me
To me you're only holy
Nothing that you've done remains
Only what you do in Me
My precious bride, the day is nearing
When I'll take you in My arms and hold you
I know there are so many things that you've been hearing
But you just hold on to what I have told you
For when I hear the praises start
My bride, I want to rain upon you
Blessings that will fill your heart
I see no stain upon you
Because you are My child, and you know Me
To me you're only holy
Nothing that you've done will remain
Only what you do for me



When my net connection is better, I'll link these songs up. :)

~Me

The Prodigal Son

Jason showed me this song before I became Christian... I loved the piano at the start.. then I realised it was a Christian song. I was tricked! But I've loved Keith Green since, so it's okay. :)


Keith Green - The Prodigal Son Suite




I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day,
I was thinking of going, I had to leave right away,
My life is just fading, and oh I felt so alone,
The nearest young maiden was, a full day's ride from home.

My father was reading, the Holy books in his room,
My heart was just bleeding, I knew I had to go soon,
He smiled and pointed at an old wooden chair,
I wanted to hold him, but then I just wouldn't dare.

I said, father, there's so much to know,
There's a world of things to see,
And I'm ready to go and make a life for myself
If you give me what is mine,
I will go, if I can have your blessing,
But if you won't bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway.
Son, I've always tried my best for you,
And if you must be leaving home, then go with the blessing of God.

Not too many days later, I was well on my way,
I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to have much to say,
He told me tales of the city, and all the women he'd had,
I asked him, wasn't that sinful,
He said, no, it isn't that bad.
And then a few days later, on an old city road,
We were drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold,
And this went on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot,
But when my pockets were empty, my friends all left me to rot.

Then a famine hit and drained the land,
Everywhere I looked I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find,
I wandered through the city streets, competing for the food of common beggers,
Until then I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud.
I finally found some employment, feeding pigs on a farm,
I wasn't treated to kindly, I had to sleep in the barn,
I had to eat with the swine,
The bread I ate was like stone,
It didn't take too much time until, I was dreaming of home.
Oh, the servants there are better fed,
If I could only have what my father gives them,
I would truly need nothing more.
Oh, I will go and say to him,
I'm no longer worthy to be in your family,
Will you take me as your servant, and let me live with them.

It didn't take too long to pack my things,
I left with only what I wore,
And I prayed that I still had a home.
I was near home, in site of the house,
My father just stared, dropped open his mouth,
He ran up the road, and fell to my feet, and cried, and cried,
Father I've sinned, Heaven ashamed,
I'm no longer worthy to wear your name,
I've learned that my home is right where you are,
Oh father, take me in.
Bring the best robe, put it on my son,
Shoes for his feet, hurry put them on,
This is my son who I thought had died,
Prepare a feast for my son's alive,
I've prayed and prayed, never heard a sound,
My son was lost, oh thank you God he's found,
My son was dead and he's now alive,
Prepare a feast for my son's alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son's returned in the hands of God.




Meow,

~Me

La vie en Francais :)

At church tonight I got to meet (and speak with!) Patricia. :) I'd heard a lot about her but had never met her. She did the fliers and graphics work for Br Ned before me. Anyhow I spent the evening chatting to her in French and it was *sigh* awesome! :D

Alors! Je suis inspire!! I am going to work on making a mixed CD with some of my French-y music. Here's what I have so far:

(Mostly) French Mix

Emiliana Torrini - If You Go Away
Jacques Brel - Ne Me Quitte Pas
Edith Piaf - Rien De Rien
Jeanne Cherhal - Me Vie En L'air
Olivia Ruiz - J'traine Les Pieds
Noir Desir & Manu Chao - Le Vent Nous Portera
Jeff Buckley - Je N'en Connais Pas la Fin
Edith Piaf - Je N'en Connais Pas la Fin (I don't know the end of it)
Edith Piaff & Jacques Brel - Plus Bleu Que Tes Yeux
Jenifer et Jean-Pascal - Paroles Paroles
Badly Drawn Boy - The Shining


And below, the first two tracks. :)


Emiliana Torrini - If You Go Away (english version)




Jacques Brel - Ne Me Quitte Pas (french version)




Patricia said people that she works with (20-25 year olds) worry too much about little things. *laughs* I fit right into the middle of that one and I really do. I'm going to try and do less of that. One day I may go to France... wouldn't that be something?

Je te laisse ici,

~Le petit chaton

Slow, raining, Sunday morning...

It's grey outside and it's chill. I'm listening to Stu Larsen on MySpace. I had him favourited and forgot what his music was like. "Sad eyes" is fitting so perfectly with the mood of this morning.

Heather sent me this song. A nice mash of languages. :) I love the video clip... Pirates. ARRRR! ^_^

I know I can keep going. I've always kept going... but I will be plodding and my steps won't be light and bouncy. I don't know what the solution to that is. Can I take time off work? Can I rearrange my schedule a little more so I have more time off? How will I get back my love for life?

I was reading Coleridge yesterday morning and I thought to myself how different we all are. How differently we all see the world. Is it a bad thing that trees make me laugh in delight and that poetry and music can be like drugs in my veins? haha I see the world differently to the way an accountant would. So how would an artist see the world? Or a musician hear the world? And should I be trying to deny who I am in order to think and see like an accountant? Black and white, down the line, maximise productivity. All that stuff makes me cringe... it's not me. I think I'm going to let myself love Nature. It's the Romantic in me that agrees with Coleridge's poem "Fears in Solitude" that nature has so much to offer yet within the same world humanity is capable of ignoring it's benefits and being caught up in the darker parts of human nature.


Farewell, awhile, O soft and silent spot!
On the green sheep-track, up the heathy hill,
Homeward I wind my way; and lo! recalled
From bodings that have well-nigh wearied me,
I find myself upon the brow, and pause
Startled! And after lonely sojourning
In such a quiet and surrounded nook,
This burst of prospect, here the shadowy main,
Dim-tinted, there the mighty majesty
Of that huge amphitheatre of rich
And elmy fields, seems like society -
Conversing with the mind, and giving it
A livelier impulse and a dance of thought!


He speaks my language. Will this be how I get back my love of life?

C'est tout, pour maintenant... :)

~Le petit (gris) chaton

On my own...

I have the place to myself again, which is nice after the stressful day that I had today. The room leader asked me if I was considering leaving to find another job. I was surprised that she picked that vibe up. It was just a tiny thought that entered my mind... Some days are just beautiful. Others are hell on Earth. Why?

I am listening to Nat King Cole records. David got me a double record album... Nature Boy, When I Fall In Love, The Sand and the Sea.. Stardust. Nat King Cole makes me think of simpler times, when things were just plain good.


Heather told me last night that things do get better... and I told her I do remember times when things were good. I had forgotten even the possibility of happiness, contentment, joy. Life has been such a battle lately.

But I'll light some candles, drink some tea - the best tea in the world - and smile. Somehow tea always helps.

comme une belle fleur,

~Le petit chaton

So it rained today...

... and I had such a full day. I'm ready to curl up in a warm ball somewhere and read or listen to music or vegetate. I walked from the station in the rain coming home and it was kind of nice. I'd bought a coffee from the chicken place in Lindfield (to visit the guy there who I used to by coffee from every week last year) and the smell/taste of the coffee and the rain and the busy traffic reminded me a lot of my old place in Stanmore. I was confused for a while as to why I felt so at home and then it hit me. The Pacific Highway is kind of like Parramatta Road. :)

I'm chatting to Tom and I told him I was struggling to come up with music to share for today's post so I have some of his suggestions. I'm still not sure if I like Nick Cave, but this song is good.


Nick Cave - Into My Arms






Tee hee

~Le petit chaton

"Love moderately"

Again I say, no music will cure. No music will heal these wounds. I place bandaids over limbs that need amputation.

I should love, but I hate. I should be open, but I close up. I should cry bitter tears of repentance but I cry frustrated tears full of anger and fear and disappointment.

Lamb - Gabriel





Life. It is a bitter word.


"...sec et cassant que mon squelette"

~Le petit chaton

Embrasse Moi - Edith Piaf

In response to Tom's FB note. :P


1. Put your MUSIC PLAYER on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.



IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
In My Time of Dying - Led Zeppelin

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
J'ai Tort - Camille

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Nightmares By The Sea - Jeff Buckley

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Lizst, Liebesträume No. 3 ("Dreams of Love") in A-flat Major

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Happy Talk - Ella Fitzgerald

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
One of these Nights - The Eagles

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
A Man Wrote A Song - Ella Fitzgerald

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Quand Je Marche - Camille (I love the line, 'when you leave, I stay/remain here'...)

WHAT IS 2+2?
Bring The Rain - MercyMe

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Fear of Drowning - British Sea Power

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Run For Cover - Sugababes (haha)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Alexander Beetle - Melanie Safka (too true. :P)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
File Me Away - Badly Drawn Boy (haha! this is such an odd song!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Inner Meet Me - The Beta Band

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Evaporated - Ben Folds Five

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Prove It - Television

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Vu D'ici - Carla Bruni and Emilie Simon

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Blue Moon - Ella Fitzgerald (so many Ella tracks so far...)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
A Hiccup In Your Happiness - The Lucksmiths

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
On The Road to Jericho - Keith Green (kind of appropriate)

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Today - George (there's a thought... haha)

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Padam, Padam - Edith Piaf

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
You've Got To Feel It - Spoon (yeah, you have to feel sad sometimes)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Ta Douleur - Camille (how appropriate)

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Once Again - The Lucksmiths

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Leather - Tori Amos (kinda appropriate)

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Someone To Watch Over Me - Ella Fitzgerald

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Saint John - Cold War Kids

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Embrasse Moi - Edith Piaf


C'est tout,

~Le petit chaton

Lior?

It's the beginnings still... but I have liked quite a lot from Lior so far. Is this another break through discovery? Like finding Emiliana Torrini? He has a gorgeous voice. Melodious...


Lior - Bedouin






This is music to write poetry to... I wrote this a long time ago. I still like it. It always beings back vivid imagery, the same images in my mind which I first saw back in 2003 when I wrote it.


white floral backgrounds
cut, removed and replaced
creating room and the art of
lace and smooth silk dances
black on white pale feet
grace and dance lifting them high.

encompassing tomorrow in
smooth, soft hands..
eyes gaze intently into your eyes
i remember the flowing dresses
the ripples your laughter
made in our future.

sweeping reaches trace tonight
in a glowing mixture of heaven
and you and the moon delightedly
spun a weave of kindly fortunes.

she lept up and found you, lying,
amid a teary bed of pale, pale, roses.
white and weeping and heart heavy
longing.. 'here, here, there.. my love..'
tenderness flowed from tender lips.
kisses and precious tasting breath,
'here, here.. i'm here.'
always and always.
i love you



Hours pass so quickly. Days are gone in the blink of an eye. Time heaps up upon me and I wish somehow I could recall the time and reuse it. I feel as if I need so much space around me to heal. I have been soldiering on but I wish there were a nice shoulder to lean on and a warm arm to put around me. I heard recently that people need to know two things, 1) that they are loved and 2) that everything is going to be okay. How true that is.

I was once given something precious and gave equally in return. I remember that unreserved look... I was blessed, once. I wonder if all the resulting pain is worth all those hours of love. I think I would say it was.


Apres tout, la vie continue...

~Le petit chaton

Everything You Do Is A Balloon

So I've been having a chilled out Friday night... listening to Keith Green records, Emiliana Torrini (love in the time of science = love) and I'm giving my old friends Boards of Canada an airing. I discovered their trippy sounds in high school. I dig the soundscape-y quality to their music.


Boards of Canada - Everything You Do Is A Balloon





I used to listen to Sneaker Pimps a lot too. High school days mostly. I guess music more reflecting my darker days. The music still has a place in my heart though.






J'ai un grand jour demain... alors, a demain. :)

~Le petit chaton

Blackbird

So yesterday was really lovely, so lovely I had to populate my blog with Shakespeare instead of music. But music is still lovely and I have the place to myself at the moment so I'm enjoying some Katie Noonan. I love this song... it lifts my soul and it's as if I'm flying.



Katie Noonan - Bluebird





I will also try and squeeze in a bit of record playing before Kat gets home. :) Soo lovely to have the place to myself to chill out in. I am trying to see the good in what I have and not continue to slide. I am grateful for everything... Merci pour la musique.


~Le petit chaton

Mes jours...

I saw War of the Roses (part 1) with Tharani yesterday. It was trippy, awesome and at times I was like "right on!". I never appreciated fully how full of melodrama Shakespeare can be. When they talked about suffering being born of shadows or of life's futility or injustice... I laughed to hear my thoughts expressed so poetically.

I feel like sharing a couple of bits. One is from Richard II and is set in the tower prison cell where the old king King Richard II (now deposed) is confined.

KING RICHARD II

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?

[Music plays]

Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men's lives.
And here have I the daintiness of ear
To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
But for the concord of my state and time
Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
This music mads me; let it sound no more;
For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
In me it seems it will make wise men mad.

[The music ceases]

Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.


Cate Blanchett plays this role and executes these thoughts so well. I am caught marvelling at the truth of how one's thoughts multiply when left alone and how thoughts try and people our lives, but are discontented just as real people are. The injection of music and his response to it saddened me. In times when you're alone and at the most loss of how to respond to the growing confusion and madness music should soothe.



Oh and the St Crispin's Day speech! I'd not heard it before. It's so stirring! Man oh man you can't glorify war but when you throw so much into the mix - brotherhood, honour, courage... it is powerful. Read more about it here. It amuses me that in the end, his bravery impresses the French Princess Catherine so much she marries him. Teehee


WESTMORELAND

O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING HENRY V

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.



I love this stuff. Oh and King's speech to Pincess Catherine!



KING HENRY V

Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for
your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I
have neither words nor measure, and for the other, I
have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable
measure in strength. If I could win a lady at
leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my
armour on my back, under the correction of bragging
be it spoken. I should quickly leap into a wife.
Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse
for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher and
sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God,
Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my
eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation;
only downright oaths, which I never use till urged,
nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a
fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth
sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love
of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy
cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst
love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee
that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the
Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou
livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and
uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other
places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that
can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do
always reason themselves out again. What! a
speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A
good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a
black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow
bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax
hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the
moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it
shines bright and never changes, but keeps his
course truly. If thou would have such a one, take
me; and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier,
take a king. And what sayest thou then to my love?
speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.



A constant heart. <3 Too true that and well-spoken person can talk their way in and out of things easily but a plain man who loves and speaks simply... haha That's a thing worth having. Anyway... seems silly to say so since Shakespeare so clearly impresses me, I'm sure I would be easily impressed by a man who could speak sweetly to me.

:)


~Le petit chaton

2RRR

Mais, pas "Torrents of Sound". C'est Trampoline (French Music). :D A radio show tout en Francais~ Il me fait sourire.

I heart French music so much. Parfois j'ai des reve de apprenant Francais encore... mais je suis trop 'rouille'.

Dans les autre nouvel.. Travail est encore dur. Chaque jour je suis heureux de quit la. Je manque ma vie ancien... ou peut-etre la vie de mes reves...

«depuis toujours, dans tes reves...» haha

J'ai regarde un film nomme «City of Lost Children» par le meme directeur de «Amelie». Tres, tres bizzare! Mais mignon a le meme fois... la ligne 'petit soeur' presque me fait pleurer. D'etre aime comme cela... L'amour me confuse.



Et je m'en fiche que tu dois traduire cette entrée.
(and I don't care that you have to translate this entry) :P


~Le (ton) petit chaton