Green Bird

Glow: "I walked down this path. I don't regret it. I cannot regret it. I can only look forward."


So he said as he walked on, yet his heart kept looking back.

A Secret That Cannot Be Told

Glow: We all have secrets. It hurts to keep them sometimes. Sometimes, that's why we tell them. Then they aren't secrets anymore. Sometimes we come close to telling them, but we refrain at the last moment, because we are afraid it will hurt someone even more. Sometimes we are afraid it will hurt us even more.


Here's a secret. Every time there's a label "music" on a post, the title of that post is related to music in some way; a piece of music, a performer, or abstractly related... Search it and discover for yourself if you like.


Sometimes, it's a secret that just cannot be told. We just hope others can see it.

Capricho Arabe

Ok, I decided to do some justice to the late Mr. Tarrega. (Can I call him Mr.?)

Here's the link to the previous post about him, Lagrima.

The title is literally Arabian Whim. Does that make sense? In English, Caprichio is obviously Caprice, and caprice indeed means whim, but a capriccio or caprice in musical terms is a piece which is relatively free-form and lively; in other words, a capricious kind of music.

Spain has had a long history with Arab. Though not overtly obvious, 700+ years of Moorish occupation of the Iberian peninsula leaves its mark, and are actually very obvious if you know where to look and what to look for. For starters, the guitar was brought to Spain by the Arabs.

Here's a link for more information on this piece of fact often overlooked or taken for granted.
http://spanish-history.suite101.com/article.cfm/the-moorish-legacy-in-spain

This is the nicest sounding live performance I managed to find. There's a lecture in front, so go to around 1: 40 for the start of the piece. Looks like a live performance, with the soul of the performer put whole heartedly into it beats a recording anytime. Which explains why theatre actors have a higher opinion of their art compared to movie/tv magic.

Give Me Sympathy

Just kidding.

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The Real Folk Blues

Soul: How can you ever understand what I went through?

Dark: Likewise, how can you ever understand what I went through?


Glow: Which is more real? Who suffers more? What's the point of such arguments? What is right or wrong? It's just both sides of the same coin...

Thank You

Thank you for following this nonsense so far. Thank you for giving me food to eat. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for...

I just happen to feel grateful and thankful at the moment. Can't pinpoint anything in particular.

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Middle, Middle

Been bored and looking around on Youtube. Found 2 music groups new to me. One of them is Daphne loves Derby.

Seems they used to be a pretty 'successful indie' group. They signed with a label after that. Seems the lead singer is smoking and his voice may be damaged because of it. I don't know. Their music is mostly what people call 'emo'. Their music style is soft and quite soothing. I found myself liking it even though the singer sounds like many of the boy bands around now that sing with their nose blocked or something... then I found out he's named Kenny Choi. Interesting. Stop smoking. It's bad for you. Especially if you sing.

或る街の群青 - Asian Kung-fu Generation (A Town in Blue)

I still cannot wake from a dream that reaches my bedside,
A smell of morning makes the city alive,
The weather forecasting on the screen.



Day by day, I pray, I seek and scramble,
The world is dash rolling,
The chance meeting you, touching you
your everything is like a magic of love for me,
The city in leaden grey,
The mice are in the dull blues,
The heart beating so dim and unclear,
Only a little bit of white remains in my heart.

I begin to run out because I want to fulfill my discontent,
Take a step forward and I'll see even the scenery disappears,
When I look up at the sky
Chasing those whimsical cloud with my eyes, I remember your face.

I got tired of it and threw everything out,
I became black and collapsed,
I was lonely so I consealed it,
Everything became dreadful and I fell in the darkness.

An excursion to another world,
The deep, blue night,
Let us change the world,
What are we going to see from there?

Collect all of the things up that came bursting out both opened eyes,
You and me, let's float them all over the place.
Without the approach run, just jump and fly as high as we can,
At our kicking speed, we can go on forever,
I'm sure of it.

Even into light,
Even into darkness, surely

Kukup

Yesterday, I went to Kukup with my family. It is near Pontian, my father's hometown. When I was young, we used to go to Pontian and Kukup quite often. Now that almost everyone has migrated to JB, there's not much reason to go back there now.
.Kukup is a fishing village. We stayed in a 'chalet' in a fishing village there. The place has changed... I remember lots of wooden houses on stilts built over muddy flats... now there are a few large concrete houses and 'mansions' (still built on stilts though). I wonder how they can stand up.

The waters were polluted. There was a lot of garbage in the mud. I wonder whether it can be helped. I already find it impressive that they can get electricity, water and internet there...

Seafood is still seafood... I can't take seafood. -_-