Twenty-three, working full time in child care for KU, living in Sydney's North West and feeling right at home.
Born in November; Raised on her dad's record player and a CD player that she won at 11 through a [Retravision] colouring in competition. Loves: cellos, electric guitars, and pianos. Admires: Chopin, Paul Dempsey, Camille, Ella Fitzgerald, Regina Spektor, Edith Piaf, The Lucksmiths, Led Zeppelin, and Woody Herman.
I sing all the time. Music is my language... I'm always looking to expand my vocabulary. This blog is an outlet for my musical chatter.
So I had a shocking day at work and I remembered on the bus home that I had my iPod with me. Tom gave me a random selection of his music and I managed to be lucky enough to get this Antony track. I can't really do this song justice. Listen to it in a quiet moment and close your eyes to appreciate it more fully...
Antony and the Johnsons - Dust and Water
Love the coal Love the way you're waiting I love your kind patience Dust and water, water and dust Water and dust
Did you think I'd leave you here Forever? Dust and water, water and dust Water and dust
How long can dust wait? Ask the moon But ask him soon Ask him soon
Dust and water, water and dust Water and dust...
As I was leaving and collecting my hugs goodbye from the kids. One of the girls told me to dream of roses. A random thing to say, I thought. I like to tell myself that my kids are appreciators of beauty, poetry, art... :P I'll read into anything I so choose. I thought it was a pretty thing to say....
I've been listening to Simon and Garfunkel all morning and I all but swooned when America came on. Their music fills me with nostalgia. Not in this song, but in others, they outrightly sing about poetry and books and trying to pin meaning down or capture meaning where it may not exist. Words to justify, words to almost claw beauty out of emptiness. My heart/soul yearns towards those things... words, beautiful ones... ones filled with the same ache that my heart feels... it wakes up a part inside myself to hear my own longings voiced out loud.
Simon and Garfunkel - America
I'm looking forward to the train ride into the city, so I can read more of Hamlet on the train. Shakespeare is a nice balm to the soul when I need some literary inspiration/rejuvenation.
I was out last night with a friend who likes listening to jazz and we listened to some in the car for a bit. It reminded me that when I do listen to jazz, I really like it. But these days it's only until I put it on do I remember so I haven't been listening to much jazz. So here is Coltrane. I've posted this before but I just think it's magic.
Coltrane - Wise One
While I was in a semi-dream state this morning (Wednesday sleep-in bliss) I mentally blogged about things I would learn from last night. I can't really remember what I said now though. Things the list may have included:
1. Think before I speak 2. Be less defensive/emotionally invested in conversation topics 3. What may be funny to you, may only be funny to you. :P
Well, I only really had the first two things from the dream and the third is an after thought, post-slumber. But I don't see the benefit in getting upset if I can learn from mistakes. It'll be good to try at least, I'm a massive fan of trying now. I'm not going to wait until I'm an expert and perfect at everything before I attempt it as I previously have approached life.
But I have a room to tidy, a pirate flag to buy (I told my shadow that the pirates were coming on Thursday! lol), a Shakespeare lecture to attend with my beau, and dinner to have with friends. It's going to be a good day.
I was waiting for the bus after work and this song came on my iPod. I felt wrapped up in a world that was larger than myself - expansive, uplifting, warm. I had a nice day at work today. I keep feeling blessed to be working with the children I have in my room. I find it surprisingly easy to be patient as well as firm when I need to be. I loved it when one of my kids later perked up in the afternoon after being really sad and called out to me from where I was in the sandpit, to show me that he was playing with the other kids and was happier. :) It made me glad I walked over and was encouraging but allowed him to join in with everyone else when he was ready. I'm glad he showed me that he was okay.
My shadow made wombat stew again. We planted alfalfa seeds. We painted paper doylies with eticol dye. We painted on huge pieces of paper on a table outside in the sun in the morning with fine brushes and flowers. I was bliss with my kids. :)
So I like this song. It's from Dark Was The Night. It fits a little with where I am.
Yo La Tengo - Gentle Hours
It's such a pleasure to touch your skin To touch your skin It's such a pleasure to touch your heart To touch your heart I can hardly wait
I couldn't bare it, to live for fear Undressing you You're in my heart all the time All the time I will wait till you arrive To make it to the grave And I couldn't have done Anything else
A gentle love A gentle heart A gentle love A gentle heart
You make me glad to be myself. You give me hope that I can become myself. You delight me when you know me and understand. I'm learning who you are and want to show you what I see.