Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Friday, 27 January 2012
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Leaving...
...sadness, madness, depression, regression?
Maybe not.
But the old year, well, I'm leaving it.
Light, Joy and Inspiration For You All!
Monday, 26 December 2011
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
A Beautiful Song
Ken Keatley sent me a video response to my autumn animation, a beautiful song, a beautiful voice. Please, enjoy.
My old animation:
Ken's song
My old animation:
Ken's song
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Friday, 4 November 2011
Thursday, 15 September 2011
I'm Tired Of Living And Scared Of Dying
Too tired to write. Too tired to paint. Too tired to think. Luckily there is music.
Monday, 5 September 2011
Sunday, 13 March 2011
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
It’s been a long time since I last made a video. That’s not surprising. It seems like a long time since I created anything.
Depression doesn’t allow me to feel any pleasure. I paint, but there isn’t any joy in doing that. I write, I look at the words. I feel nothing. I sit on the sofa with my crocheting, stare at the TV for hours with busy hands.
It feels all the same.
Well, anyway. I made a primitive animation. See you.
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Women Are Like Good Food
Women are delicious,
so is food.
Women are spicy,
so is food.
Women are hot,
so is food.
I am a woman,
and so are you!
Have a delicious International Women's Day!
Saturday, 3 July 2010
So Not Me
I changed the template of this blog. Flowers are so not me, so it was an easy pick. I long to be not me.
I got my nails painted. Not like me. Usually my fingers are stained with paint, now the finger nails glitter in red, black and plum.
I got my nails painted. Not like me. Usually my fingers are stained with paint, now the finger nails glitter in red, black and plum.
My hair color is turning into something quite interesting. My hairdresser has been having fun coloring my hair with blond stripes. Now my hair looks like a mane of a lion: red, brown, golden and a touch of sun. Very vivid.
So not me.
The inside of my head is yet so me.
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On Wednesday I was in a concert. It was fabulous. Marianne Faithfull sang accompanied by the guitarist Doug Pettibone. After the concert I and many other fans had the opportunity to talk with Marianne and Doug. It was quite bizarre. Me talking with Marianne Faithfull! My lines were not that cool: Ms Faithfull, the concert was great, a dream come true, absolutely magnificent.
Well, what else could one say?
She is amazing.
So not me.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Cry
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
Smile even though it's breaking
You’ll see a smile come shining through for you.
There’s nothing to be afraid of tears. Tears don’t kill you, tears don’t suffocate you. Smiles through tight lips damage you more.
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Sunday Classic
My Finnish co-blogger Lepis started some time ago a category called Sunday Classic in the blog Parallel Lines and soon many other bloggers and some more and more followed Lepis’s steps.
Me too.
It’s fun to stroll along memory lane on Sundays, listen to all kind of music, find old goodies and learn about artists you’ve never heard of before. Youtube is a golden source for reminiscing.
My pick for this Sunday is a classic from 1966. The song has inspired many people, and I was inspired too. That is why I had to make my own video for this classic
Monday, 20 October 2008
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Doing Is Enough
My plan to write and blog less has succeeded quite well, and I’ve found time to play as I planned earlier. I’ve also had time to read and do some singing, since the singing lessons started once again with the fall.
It’s been enjoyable to play the piano, not necessarily for the ears but to the mind. It’s pacifying to run fingers through scales, hit a note, and find a melody. They are all there: the notes. You don’t have to invent any.
Same as in writing: all the words already exist; you just have to put them in some kind of order. Or disorder. It’s up to you, and that’s the enchanting part of creating.
You’re able to do everything.
At least you can try. Attempt can also be satisfying, and you may notice that in the end the result means less. You don’t have to achieve to be content.
Doing is enough.
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Monday, 1 September 2008
More time
I wish I had more time. More hours in a day. There’s so much I’d like to do, so little time. I have to work, I love to sleep –these two require a lot of my time.
I used to play the piano a lot when I was younger, but nowadays it’s a rare thing for me to do. My time is spent –besides work, everyday life and sleep- in writing, taking pictures, reading and socializing. Some blogging, too. One day I sat by the piano and started to play, and I remembered the joy playing used to bring to me.
Well, to hear the tunes I managed to get out of the piano was not a joy; my fingers are stiff, my skills rusty, but nevertheless, I had a sensation similar to the one a long time ago.
Joy.
I grabbed also the guitar in my enthusiasm, the 12-string. Oh no. Far too difficult, so I took the six-string beauty in my lap and tried to lure some blues out of her.
It was quite awful, and now my fingertips are sore.
I must practise. I really have to. Maybe it means less writing, less picture making. Less blogging.
I believe it’s worth it.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
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