Photo: I took a bath on last Saturday. lol It was big the whole village could’ve fit in there. lol
Pretty much every day I write something, and recently I post rarely if you’ve noticed. I will put some thumbnails here, and then will see what pulls the most. You decide as I’m not in a decisive mood recently, the last few months.
Possible topics:
You do not need more information. More about feeding our bodies. Dead words, Leukemia, Multiple Sclerosis, Cancer, Suicide, Tips to get out of jack, Post tomorrow, Root cause of disease, A hug from a random farm lady in the shop, Breaking through, Australian Music Day. As attractive, Is health your investment, even I got interested now, what do I have there :), and these are only the ones under my nose on desktop, the rest are everywhere.
Anyway, the ones that get the most pull will come to live first.
Music: There in my country wasn’t any local music around that I truly liked (hip-hop or R’nB, or anything close to Nirvana etc.), there was a lot of pop-disco music that I really didn’t like, and then happy rock and punk. I only went to the concerts because of the people that I knew, musicians, as I had a lot of respect for them for doing what they were doing. Following their heart, I guess that’s where my desire to support creatives has risen.
However, if I should choose one song describing the country I am from, it would be it or this band, really. By the time I hung around music concerts, they didn’t make it anymore, they were around but not on the stage. So that’s how old it is, but I sure listened to it a lot. It’s sad/nostalgic/dark/romantic/punk/cultural. Let’s remind ourselves I haven’t lived there since 2014, so a lot has changed most likely, and in the sophisticated world I should mention composer of contemporary classical music Arvo Pärt when talking seriously about music in the context of cultural music.
I absolutely had no idea that they had all these YouTube videos till last week.
Some song words (I’m not a translator, so excuse me if it’s not going to translate perfectly): Metro Luminal, ‘Isa tuli koju’
Father came home, and his hands were cold.
Farther came home and his soul…
Farther came home and his sad eyes,
Father came home and his faint smell of cigarettes.
Children are sleeping quietly, snow’s behind the window, a tide of snow flowing behind the window. Next it will be night time.
Children are sleeping quietly, they have no idea who came…
There’s still no one to talk music, so it has to be you.
My next dream job (for now) is going on a concert tour and to write about it, and all other things. How about that? I would get some very interesting, and most likely useful awarenesses is my perception.
By far the weirdest piece of writing I have written. To see all of this in the same chapter, seems almost criminal…
💚Thank you for being here! Even if I will close all shops, this one will most likely will stay open.