Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Rien de Rein

I love this song. I makes me laugh. I love trying to sing it and get all the words out... haha Massive tongue twisters!


Edith Piaf - Rien de Rien





Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ! Rien ! Rien !
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...
Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ! Rien ! Rien !
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...

Du matin à l'heure où je me couche,
Tout ici est calme et banal.
J'aimerais qu' 'y s'passe quequ' chose de louche,
De l'imprévu, du pas normal.

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ! Rien ! Rien !
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...

Voici un couple qui murmure
Et dans une chambre veut se glisser...
Je devine une tendre aventure...
Mais ils vont chacun d'leur côté !

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ! Rien ! Rien !
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...
Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien !...
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...
Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ! Rien ! Rien !
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...

Deux hommes parlent à voix basse,
Discutant pleins d'animation.
Pour écouter, je change de place,
Mais hélas, je n'entends que "oui, non".

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ! Rien ! Rien !
Il ne se passe jamais rien !...

Ce qu'y s'passe pas, j'aimerais qu'ça s'passe,
Que ça s'passe ne serait-ce que pour moi,
Comme ça je verrais ce qu'y s'passe
Et je pourrais dire qu'ça s'passe pas !

Rien de rien...
Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi.
Et je me demande pourquoi !
Rien ...
Il ne se passe jamais rien !



:)

Cathrine

More Than Words

So I had this song in my head today. It's really sweet... the kind of music that I normally would be embarrassed to say I liked, except that it's really beautifully put together.


Extreme - More Than Words





I like the sentiment of the song.

Meow,

Cathrine

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Bird Guhl

Girl, gul... guhl. hehe.. I am loving Antony lately. The last three songs on his album "I Am A Bird Now" in particular. I'm resolved to buy the album on Wednesday, when I have a bit of time to go shopping.



Antony and the Johnsons - Bird Guhl





Today just kind of happened. The weather was incredibly beautiful. A couple of times I just looked up and had to smile... the trees danced so happily in the sun and the cool breeze. I did some work while waiting for the train at the station and an older couple sat next to me and we chatted about what it's like to work with preschoolers. It was kind of funny. I find that when I'm talking about work with complete strangers, it's easier to see the good in all that I have/do. So I smiled and talked about the children and joked about being paid in love and you know, it's not really a joke. I am paid a lot in love (as well as money! :P). These children are priceless.

I'm tired though, so I best be off.
Goodnight,

Cathrine

Rachael Yamagata

I like wearing my grey top and jeans. So comfy, yet I still feel kinda cute. I tried taking photos of myself today and I just found myself looking older. I'm 23. I keep forgetting. I'm not 19 anymore. Four extra years will surely have some effect. Speaking of cuteness, well actually, more like hotness in this case. Rachael Yamagata. I stumbled upon her on Last.fm. She has a beautiful voice.


Rachael Yamagata - Quiet




Blogs are really all about pimping yourself and since I'm so epically vain, I'm sharing a couple of the nicer photos that I took today. Who doesn't take photos in their bathroom? Isn't it weird how the best light in the house always goes to the bathroom? Why do they do that?



old looking cat


young looking cat



Mmm... I hope you enjoy the song.
Night,

Cathrine

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Who are you?

Do people read this? I assume they do. I know many from 'real life' do and don't comment, but what about you out there in the internet world? To satisfy my curiosity, comment to this post and let me know you read.



I like that I only need 6 hours sleep due to work. I'm so used to getting minimal sleep and being able to function, it's awesome. I have all kinds of gentle music in my heart. Is it because I went to sleep with Sarah Blasko's Flame Trees on repeat? *laughs* I'm really enjoying Antony's music at the moment. I'm going to have to buy a few albums of his. I particularly love this song.


Antony and the Johnsons - I Am A Bird Now




Sorry that there are other songs in this video... but they're good ones. Rufus is love also.

Love,

Cathrine

Ronsard

He was called the prince of poets, incredible.


Pierre de Ronsard
from Sonnets pour Hélène

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous émerveillant :
Ronsard me célébrait du temps que j’étais belle.

Lors, vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
Déjà sous le labeur à demi sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s'aille réveillant,
Bénissant votre nom de louange immortelle.

Je serai sous la terre et fantôme sans os :
Par les ombres myrteux je prendrai mon repos :
Vous serez au foyer une vieille accroupie,

Regrettant mon amour et votre fier dédain.
Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez à demain :
Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie.


See a translation/explanation here.


To dodge sleep. I'm looking up old French poetry. Gerard got us to memorise either poetry or lyrics to a pop song for a French speaking exam and I chose the poetry even though it was harder. I knew that if I had to memorise something, it would remain in my head/heart and I wanted that thing to be worthwhile. Lyrics to a pop song would not move me, whereas I knew this poem would. I hated it when I first read it. His arrogance infuriated me. I was quite the little feminist in high school, so him saying that if she didn't choose him she'd regret it when she was old and sitting by the fireplace pissed me off. As if she didn't have better prospects. And as if his poetry was so incredible that he could call it 'louange immortelle' but I didn't know he was so well regarded in his time. Even so, arrogance much? Such a prick. But I've enjoyed reciting it to myself many, many times while walking places.


Yeats was apparently inspired by Ronsard and wrote this poem... quite interesting, much much less arrogant.



William Butler Yeats
When You Are Old


When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.



Voila,

Cathrine

P.S. Famer In The Dell, in French. This kills Ronsard. :P

Friday, March 27, 2009

J'aime bien Amelie

Parfois je me trouve autour de coleur et lumiere, et je sourire.

It's funny how it all works out in the end in Amelie. All her crazy cuteness is okay. Her crazy introversion. I watch this movie when I'm feeling down and I'm instantly transported by the music, the language, the rich oranges/reds/yellows throughout the film to a place which is made of dreams. It's hyper-reality. Everything is heightened.

il ya une partie de moi qui voudrais creer un monde comme ca. Si j'ai eu un blog, peut-etre je vais faire un nouveau design. Je suis libre demain... je voudrais reve un peu. Au sujet de ma chambre... c'est assez ennuyeux. Maybe I'll paint something, something rich and real and colourful.

This morning I was on the bus... it was 7am and I was listening to Regina Spektor's Field Below and was captured by the piano. Doesn't it seem to pull at you?


Regina Spektor - Field Below





Amelie is still my favourite movie. One day I'll stop being in love with dreams. I'll stop disappointing people with my inability to be something they want me to be and who I want to be... haha Though no one really says anything. Your goodnights are a living rebuke. Your loving comments made almost in passing pull at my heart. I'm not really all that amazing. Not amazing at all in fact. Except sometimes.


"depuis toujours, dans tes reves"
ou est tu?

Cathrine

Joni Mitchell

Some days are Joni Mitchell days. I admire her music... her lyrics, the wistful and yet worldly way she expresses herself. I love Both Sides Now and in looking for it on YouTube I found this really incredible version of her singing it much later in life.


Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now





Today at work I had so many moments where I was overwhelmed with the realisation that I really do love my kids (and a number of them in particular). I got random kisses from one of the boys and another girl and I just have this really nice bond. I love being so much in these kids heads/hearts that I know what they're thinking and how they're feeling and generally can use that knowledge to steer them into doing the right thing. I like using kindness and thoughtfulness to win children to doing the right thing instead of fear and harshness.


Friday nights are funny, but tonight I'm glad I don't have plans. I'm going to sit at home and listen to music while making name cards for my kids. hehe

Night,

Cathrine

Thursday, March 26, 2009

So there are always more songs...

I was listening to this on the bus in the morning. I can drown in music sometimes.



Lori McKenna - Beautiful Man





If I wanted, I could find something inside a dark corner that is bright and wanting to come out. It's like a girl at work, when I tickle her, she has the most incredible laugh. She makes all the children around her laugh. Her eyes light up, it's completely adorable. Well, it's not really like that. She's far too wonderful to compare my tiny light to. I see people aching for meaning and trying to pull it out of darkness and it really isn't how it's supposed to be done. It never works long term. Doesn't stop me from digging for diamonds in a coal mine... I guess if I dig deep enough, press hard enough, I'll come up with something...



The Cure - Maybe Someday





But I'm digging and I'm not finding a whole lot.

Cathrine

God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?

So I really like this song.







Meow.

I'm old and dull. I miss school, where there was new things always being thrown at you. I had a chat with Aisha's younger brother about his Major Work for Visual Arts and I was reminded of all the new things I learnt in my 1 year of studying art with Sharon. It was intense. I think of Leanne and her English classes and the masses of stuff we got through. The world is full of things to be learnt and known. I'm tired of going back to the familiar. I mean, I could read Samuel Beckett... I know I'd like it (love).





But there is something in discovering something new and wonderful. heh But then, in watching this performance again I had a mini moment... "a girl in a shabby green coat on a railway station platform"... the look on his face, the way he responds by turning off the tape. I was caught by the idea of it too. It was so familiar and I wondered "was that the Leonard Cohen song?" haha.. It's not of course... famous blue raincoat... but it's something similarly drab and sad. It's not admirable, but there is morbid beauty in it. If I can dirty the word beauty in that way.


Truth is, I have no real claim to music. No real claim to art or poetry... I can't really claim anything. I once heard a song "mediocrity rules", but I didn't like it but I liked the title. A perfectionist who settles, or perhaps admits to herself at last she isn't really a perfectionist. If I was, wouldn't things be better? More like that I'm selfish and self-centred and prefer things to be done my way. The tragedy of Krapp is intense. I saw this by accident on TV when I was flicking between stations one Saturday. I was caught and drawn in by the black and white... the stark colours, the drone of the voice.

Anyway, nothing to say...

Cathrine

Thunder...

So work today was okay. We had afternoon thunderstorms and a couple of the kids were pretty scared. We told them it was dinosaurs dancing up in the sky, having a party. And then they remembered a book I'd read them last week about dragons making the thunder and so it turned into a debate if it were the wings flapping or their fire breathing that was making the sound (both). And to explain why they were breathing fire in a friendly way I told them they were roasting marshmallows for their party. :P

The lies we tell children.... Good times. :P


Something I found on YouTube the other day. It's Camille and it's awesome.






Check out how they're playing the piano. :)


Laters,

Cathrine

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Cigarettes and Chocolate

So this song is just beautiful. I've had it in my head for the past couple of days. I love the piano's gentleness. I love the tone colour of Julia's voice... breathy and intimate.


Angus and Julia Stone - Cigarettes and Chocolate


Living on a diet of Chocolates & Cigarettes
I wanna call you again
Ill drink tea sometimes when its cold
This is getting old
I call you again

Still too young to fail, too scared to sail away
But one of these days Ill grow old
And Ill grow brave and Ill go
One of these days

Blowing out the candles from my cake
I choke on the smoke as I look around the room
Everybodys wishing for no more mistakes
And all that I can think about is you

Still too young to fail, to scared to sail away
But one of these days Ill grow old
And Ill grow brave and Ill go
One of these days
La da la da la da

Still too young to fail, to scared to sail away
But one of these days Ill grow old
And Ill grow brave and Ill go
One of these days
La da la da la da

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Captain

Keeping with the aeroplane theme... :D



Something For Kate - Captain





I love this song. I love imagining a child dreamings of getting in a tiny model aeroplane and flying off... Can't believe how young Paul looks in this video. ^_^


:)

Cathrine

Souvent je suis une ombre...

une ombre de les autres autour de moi. A reflection, a copy, heavily influenced by... Sometimes it makes me wonder who I am.


One time I saw Paul Dempsey play a piano version of "Back To You" and I wanted to cry. It was at The Metro (so unfortunately I was a part of a huge crowd, I wished it was a more intimate performance so I could have had a better view). He prefaced it by saying that he was just newly learning the piano and was giving it ago. Guys playing piano... it has to be one of the Top 10 Sweetest Things in my book. Anyway. I like how the lyrics of this song kind of fit with the ideas swirling around my head.


Something For Kate - Back To You (piano version)


quietly
and gracefully
you move around the weight of the evidence
forever side stepping your own shadow and knowing
only what you wanna know
what you wanna know (x2)
says drama queen we're leaving
say your goodbyes for the hundred millionth time
this house is pushing us out
it's just turning heads now
sweet thing
with hopes like that
you're gonna need help
sweet thing
with hopes like that
you're gonna need help
avoiding the facts
ooh ooh
one of these days (x2)
i find myself talking to ghosts
and there's no such thing as a stupid question
but i watch her making so much noise
that she thinks that she can win them over
win them over
i watch her making so much noise
that she thinks that she can win them over
win them over
but i have a compass
i watch the sundial
and i defy gravity just to get myself
back to you




The real SFK song that kills me is "You Only Hide..." and "Pinstripe". I got that version up there from their album Phantom Limbs.

Anyway,

Cathrine

Monday, March 23, 2009

Paper Aeroplane

There is a lady at work who makes paper aeroplanes for the children. I refuse. It's a waste of paper and the kids are careless when they throw them and I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath. But there are heaps being flown around... *shrugs*


So Angus and Julia Stone really fit my mood at the moment and I'd like to share this song - Paper Aeroplane by Angus and Julia Stone.






Night,

Cathrine

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Psalm 32

I love how you can read a psalm a heap of times and something different will jump out at you each time. I love all of Psalm 32... but in particular I love verse 8:


I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will counsel you and watch over you.


I'm not alone in this. I'm not blindly walking forward in a vain attempt to be 'good' or 'perfect' or some vague idea of what is pleasing to God. God Himself is instructing me and teaching me and watching over me. I know it and I see it is true. I sometimes forget though and it's good to be reminded that God is right there. I am admiring God's nature lately. How He is so incredibly holy and powerful up in heaven, yet is still so personable and approachable in Jesus and even more intimate in the Holy Spirit... who knows the groanings of our heart even better than we can express with words so that He can speak for us when we know not what to pray for. This is our God... I have to stand in awe. The creator of the universe... caring for us so intimately.

I know people struggle with the three in one deal. The trinity. Someone once said to me that God is a God of relationships and it is interesting that the nature of God Himself is not singular but plural so that there is a relationship dynamic in the personality of God. I like that.

This morning I was walking to the train station and singing to God... all the bits and pieces of hymns and songs that I know. lol I love singing while walking from place to place. I guess God doesn't make life's problems disappear, but he can bring peace and joy to situations that otherwise might seem impossible or such drudgery. I am giving God this week ahead and praying he will transform it into something less like drudgery and more like opportunities to prove myself truly devoted to him and be glad in them.

Goodnight,

Cathrine

Saturday, March 21, 2009

New Direction?

This is a struggle. I am not who I want to be. I'm worn out by work and so often can't see the light at the end of the week ahead. I feel responsible for more than I feel is my responsibility yet I hate to be resentful. I truly am grateful for my job. I am grateful for all the wonderful things that my centre has, that I know so many others don't. I've worked in their plastic prisons and they destroy the soul. We are so many cuts above the rest.

Yet I'm tired. I think something is wrong in my life... Am I putting my energy into the right things? I didn't sleep properly last night and now I'm paying for it and I fear that I will pay for it into the first couple of days in the week. I don't like that. Can we re-wind and re-do last night? I hated that I missed devotions last night because I was silly and slept late. I'm only getting back to it now.

As soon as I turn back to God and focus on Him though... there is peace. There are still expectations and it's a struggle, but at least there isn't that same darkness that I must peer through. God has revealed himself to us. The end of Psalm 91 made me smile.


14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.

15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.

16 With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."



How precious are God's people to Himself. If I were God, I'd be so frustrated with this world and I would truly love and look after those who loved me. I like the last part of the last line "and show him my salvation". :) It really is something to know the plans of God for salvation and to have it here, already working in the world through Jesus.


Jump forward to II Timothy. This is something that makes me kind of pay attention. So much of this makes me think these last days are soon. I look at my generation and I have to say we're doing well to fulfill all these traits. Particularly, "having a form of godliness but denying its power" and "always learning but never able to acknowledge the truth". Again, I'm stuck. Forced to face again the pathetic nature of humanity and how poorly we measure up. Why can't be lovers of God, loving towards others, humble, grateful, holy, forgiving... etc.? It seems so contrary to our nature now. Selfishness is breed into us from birth... but somehow we need to get past that. We were made in God's image, we still belong to Him, some part of us still reaches out to Him...


But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.

They are the kind who worm their way into homes and gain control over weak-willed women, who are loaded down with sins and are swayed by all kinds of evil desires, always learning but never able to acknowledge the truth. Just as Jannes and Jambres opposed Moses, so also these men oppose the truth—men of depraved minds, who, as far as the faith is concerned, are rejected. But they will not get very far because, as in the case of those men, their folly will be clear to everyone. (II Timothy 3:1-9)



Anyway. I want to blog in here about things I'm reading. I'm not teaching anyone and I don't claim to be right... I'm just making observations. It's hard to love God in this society. It's not common for people to talk about God like this... but I want to.

I'm off,

Cathrine

Friday, March 20, 2009

Well Alright

So I was blessed in Year 11 with so much awesome. Firstly, I was given a French teacher who was a native speaker and passionate about his language. He (Gerard) is responsible for my current level of passion - over 4 years later. Secondly, I had access to the art rooms during lunch and recess, to all the paints and paper I could desire and even some odd bits and pieces that Sharon (my art teacher) found from Reverse Garbage. She just trusted us. She let us go in and work on paintings/drawings and put music on the cd player/stereo. I have so many good memories of spending lunch there (even free periods if the room was not in use) listening to Sublime, Radiohead, Spoon, Dashboard Confessional while working on my studio drawing portrait.

I had cliche moments where I took Mark up with me and he was all "you're the most beautiful piece of art in here". Puke. :P I met other students from grades above me and talked music with them. I mostly just felt completely at home and happy. What greater gift could you give someone but space, time and resources to create within an inspiring and semi-exclusive setting? lol :)


There is something of that still floating around the air tonight. It's stuff to dance with abandon to; just from pure happiness. Maybe it's also because it's Friday night and there is no work tomorrow! Hooray! So I'm going to do some more painting. This time with colours. *grins* And I'm going to share this song with you. Love Spoon.



Spoon - Well Alright


Love,

Cathrine

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A part of who I am...

Tell me secrets? lol

With people who are close to me, I'm willing to share pretty much anything. There is intimacy in knowing someone completely; understanding their ups and downs and good and bad traits. I think I've been disconnected from reality for a long while. I've been getting by from week to week. I've been setting my hopes on dreams instead of realistic goals. I've been content with dreams. Are they safer? If there is safety in foolishness, then yes.


My life has been given a shake-up. I want good to come of it. I'm starting the process of sorting out my Uni degree, getting my drivers license, working on my relationship with God and I want to use my time more wisely so I can attain those goals - as quickly as I can and not just drift in their general direction. What is love anyway if it is not acted upon? I love reading 1 John, it's full of full on love statements.

"Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in His presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything." (1 John 3:18-20)


Love with actions and in truth. How tempting it is to not follow through and leave our love and emotions on a superficial level. God says here that even if our hearts condemn us, God is greater than our hearts, he knows if we have acted in love and truth and if we have, it is okay. It's another example of our hearts not being entirely trustworthy... but love in truth and actions? Can't go wrong with those. I want to love God with more than words.


I also like this bit in 1 John.


This is love for God: to obey his commands. And his commands are not burdensome, for everyone born of God overcomes the world. (1 John 5:3-4a)


Incase I ever forget that it's not just about warm feelings towards God or good intentions, these verses are hammered somewhere in my heart. They condemn me when I want to skimp. I know it but I still fail in it. And I know also that His commands are not burdensome at all, and are in fact life-giving. It's the greatest trick of the Devil, to make you think God is a kill-joy and it'd be much more fun to this his way. At the moment my church is doing a series studying Exodus and we're up to the bit on the giving of the Law. Never before had I truly appreciated how setting down the Law plainly like that could provide so much freedom - freedom for peace, justice, mercy to enter into society. On an individual level, so much of what God teaches us is just plain wise and good for daily living, but also it is life-giving and through obedience God is able to do so much more in our lives to bless us. It's still confusing to me why I continually choose to put God aside for my own desires when I know so plainly that God always has better plans for me. So I know that Jesus has overcome the world, but have I? I know I still cling to too many things to really have overcome it. I know I could any time I wanted to though, and there have been blissful times when things have been God-centred, but I guess that's why I'm not sorted yet. I'm wanting to set those pieces aside and love God and put him first.


Dear friends. Music is beautiful... God is indescribably more beautiful. The joy of being one of his children is more than anything the world can provide. It's hard work fighting against this world to follow God though if you haven't first given the world up. I've tried lots of times, but never fully given all. I suppose I don't want to, despite it all, but I want to want to. That is my prayer. I want to see the glory of Heaven and I want to see God when I die. I know Him now... and how terrible to lose that which I love before I get the chance to see Him face to face?


I have everything before me to make this journey with God easy. Wonderful friends and an awesome church and a great job and a great housemate who is beyond awesome. I have a mentor who cares very much for me and a framework and lots of knowledge to help me understand what the Bible says. I can get there, it's just all on me to put in the hard yards.

Gah. I want this Easter to be a good one. :)

~Cathrine

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Old Pictures, Old Friends




It's been a week since I painted and I want to paint something else now...

Something For Kate, Paul Dempsey, Old Pictures... Sometimes I want to paint/draw pictures for songs that are amazing. This song makes me picture a person driving down a lonely highway, looking out the side window as he releases photos/paper to be swept away by the speed and breeze. You can't see the pictures land on the ground, though of course they do. They're somehow caught in this tense moment of release... Begging the speed to be enough to take away the memories, the connection, the pain of all that it was without actually having to see them completely disappear or be entirely responsible that they've been left behind.


Something For Kate - Old Pictures


I love the line "I remembered you on trains, so now you're on every train I hear".


It's a bit like that. The futility of it... the crazy desire to just be near that person again, to the point of mentally reaching out to them even if they can't see them and they're probably not even there. The small chance is enough to create a big enough shadow to be cherished. I used to look for [you] on trains, in the city, on the street near UTS and USYD but I never saw [you] again.


The love the merry-go-round tune the song starts with.

Anyway, a lot of people I've come across are not terribly thrilled by Something For Kate. That's their choice, but how could they not see something of value in these laden lyrics?





Night,

Cathrine


P.S. Photos of a walk home in 2003 when I was living in Seven Hills.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Bright Eyes

So I really like this song. I really like Conor Oberst's voice.




Bright Eyes - June On the West Coast


in the birthplace of the summer
and watched the ocean dance under the moon
and there was a girl i knew there, one more potential lover
i guess that something’s gotta happen soon
because i know i can’t keep living in this dead or dying dream
and as i walked along the beach and drank with her
i thought about my true love, the one i really need
with eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
they make me pure
they make me pure
i long to be with you




So yeah,

Cathrine

March's Music Recommendations

So generally with this blog you get a couple of songs of the moment - that I'm currently enjoying or recently found. I don't go into the 'old' stuff so much... the stuff that is just so obviously awesome that it doesn't bare mentioning, or that is awesome but I've just personally done it to death. :P

So for a friend, I've decided to just create a list and add to it over time for a while. Maybe I'll do one a month or something... :) So here are some songs that I just love, and have loved for a long time (in no particular order).





March's Music Recommendations
(mostly the soppy, romantic stuff)

Badly Drawn Boy - Stone on the Water
Badly Drawn Boy - Magic In The Air
Nat King Cole - Stardust
Sarah McLachlan - River
The Lucksmiths - Sunlight In A Jar
The Lucksmiths - What You'll Miss
Björk - Possibly Maybe
Elliott Smith - Angeles
Elliott Smith - Pretty Mary K
Camille - Ta Douleur
Camille - La Ou Je Suis Nee
Camille - Un Homme Deserte
Camille - The Monk
Camille - Katie's Tea
Emiliana Torrini - Lifesaver
Emiliana Torrini - Summerbreeze
Emiliana Torrini - Fingertips
Emiliana Torrini - Sea People
George - Breathe In Now
George - Beauty of All Things




I might upload some of those songs too... but I'll leave it to you to YouTube them if you like.

Meow,

Cathrine

Friday, March 13, 2009

Red sky at morning...

So I dig on nature. We go way back, nature and I. :P I've been a massive fan since I was pretty young and was caught up with collecting beautiful gum leaves at the age of three. Yeah. We're tight.



So my dad taught me this rhyme "Red sky at night - shepherd's delight, red sky at morning - shepherd's warning". I don't know if it's right as such. I was talking to a teacher today at work (while enjoying a picnic with the kids, woohoo!) and she explained it by saying that the clouds in the sky refract the light of the sun and turn the sky red... so the more clouds about, the likelier the chance of rain. It all seemed obvious after that, I liked not considering it and thinking it was kind of magic. :P


So my world is about to change, even more. Things are going through a change over at work and my room leader is becoming the director. It will be awesome for the centre and hence me too, but to lose my room leader? Who I think is just incredible?! It will hurt, but we'll rise to the challenge.

The kids were singing a song in the afternoon that I taught them yesterday and were really getting a kick out of it. The game plan is to introduce a new song every week or two and keep this 'new song yay' factor going. Do you really need to sing Ba Ba Black Sheep a million times? Heck no.





Went out tonight to for a few drinks with workmates to farewell my director and also welcome in our 'new' one. Good night out. I didn't have to sit at home by myself listening to Led Zeppelin this Friday night. :P


Love,

Cathrine

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Her Morning Elegance

This is shaping up to be a slow day... trying to do productive things, but not really feeling as if my time is being well spent. Cleaning floors, the bathroom, doing laundry while outside it rains and you are being lulled by the dreary day outside.

Everything feels like too much effort. I love the lyrics to this song... Just look at the first verse and you won't be surprised why. :) I've shown this video before, but it's okay, I can show it again. It has too much of today in it not to.


Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance




Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love


etc.



Even if I have no one to impress, I still have to live with myself. So I'll organise a driving lesson with Aisha and get the ball moving. I told a someone at work that her 27 year old friend without a driver's license was just irresponsible... that they were a burden to society (or at least their friends). :P I don't want to have to eat my words and be that which I just disdained.

Later,

Cathrine

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I'm not awesome

Last week I was awesome. But I found out today it was only borrowed awesome. Pity. I liked being awesome. I'm kind of maybe above average. Sometimes.


I still feel like painting/drawing. I also feeling like seeing Josh's band "Meat Safe" play... I'm filling the hole with Black Sabbath. Reverb on guitars and vocals.




Black Sabbath - Iron Man


I suppose this isn't their best song but when I heard it, it made me want to get up and dance. *grins* I hadn't listened to the album all the way through and when it came on it was just "AHH! That song! I know that one!" XD


I hope my neighbours don't mind the music. When I was in Stanmore that sort of thing didn't matter... Kyleigh played her electric guitar along to Guns N Roses a lot and the Chinese/Indian couple up the front played dance/trance music loudly too. We were all as bad as each other. I only complained once about the dance. I got a sore hand from banging on their door... so I got my hammer out and used that instead for a while. :P You're a little bit scared of me now right? (cuz you're creeped out, not fearful of your safety)


Just because,

Cathrine

Monday, March 9, 2009

A lullaby

Little things that capture my imagination.




Angus and Julia Stone - Mango Tree (video)
"From her lips I heard her say "can I have you?"
Caught up on what to say I said, "you do"



Badly Drawn Boy - The Shining (video)
"Wait for the rain, then it's replaced sun setting
and suddenly you're in love with everything"



Camille - Mon Petit Vieux (video)
"Mais il me touche mon petit vieux
C’est beau ses rides autour des yeux"



Interpol - NYC (video)
"The subway she is a porno, the pavements are a mess.
I know you've supported me a long time, somehow I'm not impressed"



Katie Noonan - Who Are You?
"Once the bride's been kissed and the decoration's down,
When your girl's asleep, lying at your side..."






Back to it,

Cathrine

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Waiting with The Lucksmiths

The Lucksmiths are a fun, laid back Aussie indie band. They have clever, often cute, lyrics but also lyrics that hit the truth of things. I've already blogged about "Stayaway Stars" and "What You'll Miss"... is it redundant to say it again?

I guess I could share this song:


The Lucksmiths - Guess How Much I Love You


You know I’m thinking of you
In the bookstore, in the laundromat
Guess how much I love you
Much more, more than that
Guess how much I love you
More than that

Here’s me
Here’s you
Draw a line between the two
This is cartography for beginners
On a map the gap’s three fingers
But it’s more than that
It’s more than that




I was singing it when I got home and had to then put it on. It makes me smile. I love the simplicity of the lyrics. It makes me think of my old place in Stanmore... going down to the laundromat, the bookstore, a pub in Balmain and the last little bit? Cartography for beginners...? It's cute.


Anyway. Sometimes I look for things to fill the space. Sometimes I make elaborate things. Is it because I don't want to relinquish control of that space to God? What would God do with that space? I fill lots of spaces with music, with dreams, sighs, hopes. I'm growing tired of the emptiness, the false feelings of full-ness. What can I create that is better than what God will provide? Unless I really just don't want God, which at times I'm sure is the case. I get the deal with the golden calf, but it is a massive spit in the face after all God has done and I do the same to God when I make my own idols.


So I play music and I smile at lyrics... but what I really want to do is find a quiet place to talk to God. Argh. It's like what they say, when God is in his proper place so is everything else.


Before I go, listen to this. It's beautiful:


Antony - If It Be Your Will




Night,

Cathrine

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Pictures.... Perfection?

So sometimes the world is a beautiful place... and sometimes things are really good. In those times I especially like to give thanks to God. On Wednesday I bought a book of compiled bits and pieces from CS Lewis' works called The Joyful Christian. I like this section:




Perfection


When I was a child I often had [a] toothache, and I knew that if I went to my mother should would give me something which would deaden the pain for that night and let me go to sleep. But I did not go to my mother - at least, not till the pain became very bad. And the reason I did not go was this. I did not doubt she would give me the asprin; but I knew she would also do something else. I knew she would take me to the denist next morning. I could not get what I wanted out of her without getting something more, which I did not want. I wanted immediate relief from pain: but I could not get it without having my teeth set permanently right. And I knew those dentists; I knew they started fiddling about with all sorts of other teeth which had not yet begun to ache. They would not let sleeping dogs lie; if you gave them an inch, they took an ell.

Now, if I may put it that way, Our Lord is like the dentists. If you give Him an inch, He will take an ell. Dozens of people go to Him to be cured of some one particular sin which they are ashamed of (like masturbation or physical cowardice) or which is obviously spoiling daily life (like bad temper or drunkenness). Well, He will cure it all right: but He will not stop there. That may be all you asked; but if you once all Him in, He will give you the full treatment.

That is why He warned people to "count the cost" before becoming Christians. "Make no mistake," He says, "if you let Me, I will make you perfect. The moment you put yourself in My hands, that is what you are in for. Nothing less, or other, than that. You have free will, and if you choose, you can push Me away. but if you do not push Me away, understand that I am going to see this job through. Whatever suffering it may cost you in your earthly life, whatever inconceivable purification it may cost you after death, whatever it costs Me, I will never rest, nor let you rest, until you are literally perfect - until my Father can say without reservation that He is well pleased with you, as He said He was well pleased with Me. This I can do and will do. But I will not do anything less."

And yet - this is the other and equally important side of it - this Helper who will, in the long run, be satisfied with nothing less than absolute perfection, will also be delighted with the first feeble, stumbling effort you make tomorrow to do the simplest duty. As a great Christian writer (George Macdonald) pointed out, every father is pleased at the baby's first attempt to walk: no father would be satisfied with anything less than a firm, manly walk in a grown-up son. In the same way, he said, "God is easy to please, but hard to satisfy."

The practical upshot is this. On the one hand, God's demand for perfection need not discourage you in the least in your present attempts to be good, or even in your present failures. Each time you fall He will pick you up again. And He knows perfectly well that your own efforts are never going to bring you anywhere near perfection. On the other hand, you must realise from the outset that the goal towards which He is beginning to guide you is absolute perfection, and no power in the whole universe, except yourself, can prevent Him from taking you to that goal. That is what you are in for. And it is very important to realise that.



I wish I'd had this book earlier. I like the last paragraph a lot.


Night,

Cathrine

Friday, March 6, 2009

Since I've Been Loving You

So it's Friday night and I have no plans.

Making my own fun is pretty much my only option. Kat is out... so I can crank my music. What is my poison of choice tonight? Led Zeppelin. The guitar work is incredibly sexy. It's still tragic I have no plans for tonight, but Zeppelin can take the edge off. :P So can Deep Purple and Black Sabbath.



Led Zeppelin - Since I've Been Loving You


"And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends" - Penny Lane


Cathrine

Thursday, March 5, 2009

I can make you satisfied in everything you do

Sometimes, it's the old friends that make us smile the most. It's a smile both because it's funny or true or good and also because the person is old and familiar and loved. This morning the weather was chill. I loved it. :) I wore my jacket and pulled the sleeves down over my hands and was warm. It's been so long since the weather had a chill like that... it was novel, refreshing. :)


I've not been able to get this song out of my system... I especially just love how Elliott smiles after stuffing up. Mistakes can be perfection sometimes.







The morning at work today was peaceful for the first hour or so. It was just me hanging out with 4 or so children under the veranda while a few parents came in to drop their kids off and talking with them about whatever came to mind. It was just luxurious, unhurried time to just sit and be.


So, old friends? Something For Kate's album Echolalia is a very dear friend. I remember listening to this album before my first date with Shekar in year 10. I was all dressed up and ready, well well well in advance and was just lying on my bed listening to music and reading, trying not to be nervous. This album contains pieces of me before I was anyone else's. I love this song. It fit.


Something For Kate - You Only Hide...



Goodnight,

Cathrine

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Eleanor Rigby

I once did a music presentation on the Beatles in high school and we had to do 30 second excepts from three songs by that artist. I chose Eleanor Rigby for one of the songs because it was my favourite Beatles song at the time. But it was the biggest yawn-fest to my class. It was the longest 30 seconds of my life.


Katie Noonan does a beautiful job the song. I love the passion she pours into it... and the fact that it's been jazzed up is not a bad either. :)


Katie Noonan - Eleanor Rigby


Enjoy,

Cathrine

Rock n Roll

Music that is fun.



Spiderbait - Old Man Sam

Downloads: 2 Views: 1801



and


Guns N Roses - Rocket Queen




and


Led Zeppelin - Rock N Roll





From a one time rocket queen,

Cathrine

Tu sais, je t'aime...

Un jour assez froid. Les nuages sont gris... et je me sens comme dormant. En fait, c'est ce qui j'ai fait. Mais, je quite ma maison pour acheter des musique et des vetemetes. J'ai oublie tout les chose importante... la liste d'achats et quelque chose avec mon adresse ecrivant sur ca. Alors je drois retourner chez moi et partier encore.

This looks interesting >>>

So Frenchy So Chic 2009.
(unofficial soundtrack for Alliance Francaise French Film Festival)


I bought two CDs. A double set of Kings of Leon (Youth and Young Manhood and Aha Shake Heartbreak) for $15 (JB Hi-Fi, I love you) and a Tegan and Sara album (This Business of Art) for $10. I think Tegan and Sara will grow on me but I already like Kings of Leon and regret not giving them a chance earlier on.


I love having new music. I got an email in the mail today pimping music and it read like this:

People might talk about making time to smell the roses, but the old adage could just as easily translate to finding time to hear new music - or old - as it does burying your face in petals. [...]

Think of music as a magical flying carpet. I do. It can take us anywhere, any time - with daydreams of far away lands, or places so close they feel like they're under our skin. Sometimes songs can convey experiences utterly removed from our own. At other times, they can crystalise a moment in time more perfectly than a sketch or photo, drawing intimate and visceral portraits with the most delicate of instrumental brushstrokes. Music is a ride of encounters; through it we find other people, other ways of thinking and seeing, other ways of seeing ourselves.



Nice one,

Cathrine

Music with a cause

I like this widget. It's cute. The CD on which these songs are found [Dark Was The Night] appears to be awesome too. I'm going to pick it up today in my travails on my day off. Woo! Day off! :D





Love,

Cathrine

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Parfois...

Parfois...

Today was something different. I walked from the station while listening to music and I felt for a couple of seconds that I was in France and the signs and writing on people's shirts should be written in French. Why? Ah, I don't know. My mind is not turning over at a frantic pace with panic and stress. I feel time stretching out before me and it is delicious in it's liberty. I could go in any direction I choose. Tonight I'm chosing art. There's no reason why I can't create something beautiful either. I'm only limited by my imagination and ability, not necessarily time. I could take months on it... who's to say it should be a one sitting affair?

So I got a lot of music from Tom... and found a song called "Flame Trees" by Sarah Blasko. I wasn't impressed by her stuff I'd heard but this song hits me deep. Why? The title? But not really, because the songs were untitled on the CD... I love that a song called Flame Trees caught my imagination.


It's like swimming in a substance that couldn't possibly harm you but could very well drown you. It's enveloping... it's enchanting. Once, I would have been moved by poetry and books and love and now my life is full of other things, children and looks from upset boys over grasshoppers deaths and the frustration of lost clothing. It's the thrill of having the ability to handle 23 three and four year olds and orchestrate some beautiful moments for them to walk in. Or even just move smoothly from one activity to the next. Today I was a day where I could say "yeah, and I love my children" and actually mean it. One boy came back to the centre to say goodbye to me and was in tears because I'd not seen him leave or had the chance to say goodbye. This boy is one of my darlings who I had last year in the toddler room but it stunned me that he would be so upset that I overlooked him (unintentionally) in not saying goodbye. What can you say? I have some terribly off days, but then you have days like this and you think "I must be doing something right".


Sarah Blasko - Flame Trees




Love,

Cathrine

Monday, March 2, 2009

Music to fill the spaces, silence...

So today was good, and I am grateful. Sometimes you want to capture something, make something, put a stake in the ground and claim something... but that something is made from air, colour, light, sound. It won't be held.

I had moments today of pure awesome. A child doing finger painting and making all these marvelous shades of green with blue and yellow paint - so proudly and then discovering he can make brown too! Children singing songs to themselves that you only taught them last week (that you yourself don't know all the words to yet). Sometimes it's children coming over with a stack of precious, gold coins and handing them out to each of the children sitting with you in the book corner (so everyone can share/play) and then getting handed a gold coin yourself. The highlight of my day though was one of the boys coming back to give me (what I thought would be a hug) but what turned into a kiss on the cheek and a cheery "see you later!" before he went home. This from a boy who can push your buttons but who can also melt your heart.


I don't have music for it... but I like the last line.




so i'll clear the road, the gravel
and the thornbush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that i'll drip into your bath
the water's there to warm you
and the earth is warmer when you laugh


Iron and Wine - Lion's Mane



Night,

Cat

Sunday, March 1, 2009

To Write Love On Her Arms.

An 'about' section I read on a FB group called "To Write Love On Her Arms". Doesn't this ring true?


To Write Love on Her Arms began in Orlando, FL in February 2006 as a (written) story, the true story of five days spent with a friend who was denied entry into a drug treatment center. The story was a look at those five days, and the t-shirts were printed and sold initially as a way to pay for our friend's treatment.

The vision is that we actually believe these things…

You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.

We live in a difficult world, a broken world. My friend Byron is very smart - he says that life is hard for most people most of the time. We believe that everyone can relate to pain, that all of us live with questions, and all of us get stuck in moments. You need to know that you're not alone in the places you feel stuck.

We all wake to the human condition. We wake to mystery and beauty but also to tragedy and loss. Millions of people live with problems of pain. Millions of homes are filled with questions – moments and seasons and cycles that come as thieves and aim to stay. We know that pain is very real. It is our privilege to suggest that hope is real, and that help is real.

You need to know that rescue is possible, that freedom is possible, that God is still in the business of redemption. We're seeing it happen. We're seeing lives change as people get the help they need. People sitting across from a counselor for the first time. People stepping into treatment. In desperate moments, people calling a suicide hotline. We know that the first step to recovery is the hardest to take. We want to say here that it's worth it, that your life is worth fighting for, that it's possible to change.

Beyond treatment, we believe that community is essential, that people need other people, that we were never meant to do life alone.

The vision is that community and hope and help would replace secrets and silence.

The vision is people putting down guns and blades and bottles.

The vision is that we can reduce the suicide rate in America and around the world.

The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.

The vision is better endings. The vision is the restoration of broken families and broken relationships. The vision is people finding life, finding freedom, finding love. The vision is graduation, a Super Bowl, a wedding, a child, a sunrise. The vision is people becoming incredible parents, people breaking cycles, making change.

The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.

The vision is the possibility that we're more loved than we'll ever know.

The vision is hope, and hope is real.

You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.




Bugger trying to find meaning alone, either without other people or without God. It's a no win situation... but with both, how can you lose?

World, there are days when I wake up and I love you and I'm not afraid to step out and live in it. Today is one of those days. :)

/cheesyness

~Cathrine