Awake My Soul
Perfect Monday night ever. BBC broadcasted a Live show entitled “Mumford & Sons and friends”. Laura Marling, The Maccabees and Bombay Bicycle Club all did 3 to 4 songs each. Here’s my review:
Mumford & Sons played Sigh No More, The Cave, Roll Away Your Stone and Winter Winds and I think I died a little when they played I Gave You All. Oh God, it was divine !! I think I died and went to musical heaven.
I have a huge crush on Marcus Mumford. Always have. He must be the sweetest man alive!! A big sweaty sexy beast! Hahaha…
Moving on, Bombay Bicycle Club played a couple of songs including my personal favorite Dust On The Ground. I never heard them Live before and they surprised me. They sounded really great.
The Maccabees were good too. I’m not a big fan of theirs, I just love Toothpaste Kisses. They’re not bad either.
Laura Marling on the other hand was monumental! She blew my mind away. She had the saddest face yesterday though. Her set was so intense !! I was surprised to find out she was really shy though. Zane Lowe had a hard time interviewing her. There was a lot of awkward silences…
On top of all that, WarPaint posted the video clip of Undertow on youtube. It was just the cherry on top of my evening. I simply loved it. Voilà 
You understand now how big yesterday was.
Heartbeat
My physiology professor said today : “In order to understand the inner workings of the heartbeat, we need to study it beat by beat”. I found what she said very puzzling even though she didn’t realize the depth of it. Her statement made me wonder if that was the case in our everyday life, meaning, we all have questions regarding our love life, some unresolved questions on which we dwell frequently. What if we dissected every relationship we ever had, is that going to give some answers or is every relationship one of a kind since it brings together two unique people? Is it in fact circumstantial?
Ha! Whenever I think I might have an answer, I find myself asking more questions. I seem to “spook” answers away. It’s frustrating.
I can’t use my own love life as a prototype because I only had a couple of “relationshits”. And all evidence leads to the fact that I have a huge fear of commitment. That and also, I still haven’t found the right person. So I always cut my losses really early in a relationship so none gets hurt.
I can’t deny that sometimes, I sit alone at night thinking, maybe I missed my one chance to happiness, maybe I should have been more patient with people, but then I digress when I remember how much stuff I went through and blame it on the empty bed in which I am lying.
So to conclude this dilemma, I can’t come up with a “rule” until I gather more data. The case is closed until further notice.
Warpaint
The famous LA all girl “psychedelic rock” band. I came across them like a year ago and I didn’t fall in love with them until recently. I have been listening to their 2008 EP “Exquisite Corpse” ever since and I’m waiting for the debut album “The Fool”. They released “Undertow” as a first single, and it’s divine. Can’t wait to hear the rest. I’m sure it’s going to be brilliant.
Nothing you can say can tear me away from my guy.
Nothing you can do ’cause I’m stuck like glue on my guy.
I’m sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter
like birds of a feather we’ll stick together.
I’m telling you from the start
I won’t be torn apart from my guy.
Gold Gold Gold
I know your mouth
You know my wounds
These warrens are dark
These warrens are long
These warrens go on and on and on …
Get this song out of my head !!! It haunted me for the whole week, I can’t take it anymore… It’s simply too beautiful. Too traumatic if you see what I mean. They take trauma and multiply it musically until at some point, you feel like your heart is going to explode.
These guys are amazing. Foals isn’t just a band, it’s a whole state of mind, a phenomenon. Once you swim in their musical ocean, you’ll sink and you won’t be able to detach yourself musically from them. You’ll be bewitched, addicted, I guarantee you.
Away from this town
Away from this town
Away from this town.
A Certain Romance
To Fanny, by John Keats :
I cry your mercy -pity -love! -aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen -without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole, -all -all -be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss, -those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast, –
Yourself -your soul -in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom’s atom or I die,
Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life’s purposes, -the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!
This movie (Bright Star) swept me off my feet. It’s sublime. It makes you wonder: what happened to romance? How come the Victorians got all the magic. What it is with this modern age? I can’t even think of a relatively “happy” couple, or a couple with a story to pass on to the next generation. Is it us? Did we stop trying because the whole process seemed dull and insipid, repetitive to an extent? Or did Romance got left behind along with the ridiculous childhood dreams? Is it childish and unrealistic to settle for nothing less but fireworks and stomach butterflies?
No One Knows About Persians Cats
One of the best movies I’ve seen lately. It’s about two Iranian musicians Ashkan Kooshanejad and Negar Shaghaghi who just got out of jail and want to form an indie rock band. We follow them around as they dive into the amazing world of underground music in search band members (a drummer, a base player and a guitarist) in order to go on tour around the world.
First of all, I never thought the Iranians had such a rich and varied musical scene, and there are reasons why… How do you make it in a country where the simple right to walk your dog outside is prohibited? You don’t !! What do you do when you need a permit from a censorship committee to shout the words and sing the tunes that your heart desires?
This musical trip through the contemporary Iran condemns the totalitarian system and shouts Freedom. Based on a true story, it is written, produced and directed by the brilliant Bahman Ghobadi.
If you’re a music geek like me and dying for cinematographic and musical goosebumps, this movie is definitely for you. If not, it will make you appreciate the freedoms you have and that you have been overlooking.
Conflicts
In the words of Chinua Achebe ” When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool“. My parents are at it again. I have no idea when this nightmare is going to stop. He cheated on her, she’s gonna make us all pay for it. Living under the same roof as them is nerve wrecking. But yesterday was different because I couldn’t stand being a bystander again as they call each other names. I snapped. I yelled at them and they had this look of guilt on their faces just a little boy who’s done something wrong and he’s being lectured by his parents. How ironic !!! They’ll never change, they are condemned to live in denial for the rest of their miserable lives. It’s just sad and frustrating to be forced to watch the people who brought you to this world make the same mistakes over and over and over again. It’s the very definition of insanity.
I’ll tell you what’s even more frustrating, it’s being forced to stay here for at least 2 to 3 more years. That condemns me to participate in the daily masquerade of being a “normal loving family”. I don’t think I’m capable of tolerating that much crap because it seems the older I get, the hard it is for me to hold a normal conversation with them, so let’s not discuss loving them.
My parents stopped loving each other years ago, they just refused to admit it to themselves and to each other. So instead of opening up and discussing the problem, they each found a refuge. They both decided to continue their studies and that’s when they lost us. They didn’t care about us anymore, they just ran away from us. The cheating, the lying, the hostility are mere consequences. We were expecting the clash, the moment when everything falls apart and it did happen. It happened an it ruined our lives ever since.
It’s a shame, to say the least. We hardly believe in love anymore and even less in the institution of marriage because our parents drew us a very traumatizing image of both. And they’re still oblivious to the irreparable damage they caused. It just amazes me…
But in the end, the reward of suffering is experience. At least we won’t make the same mistakes they did. We will live our lives to fullest, each day like the last with no regrets. Well, at least we’ll try.
