Billy Harvey - "Unprotected" (live) from Jose Salinas on Vimeo .
The Eels...Trouble with dreams...
Dirty girl...
Feelings, colors, melodies, poetry, literature, laughter, sadness, universe, waves, truth, beautiful and tormented minds, honesty, love, fresh air and happiness...
I would like to meet people who care about and for others, who care about our future as a Kind, about what children are doing, thinking all around the world, people who are doing something to protect them from abuse, hunger and unfairness...people who love to love, not to get something out of it...people with real motives, feelings and humble respect for others...and i would like to meet LOVE...not sure in which form, this immense feeling of awareness and peace...because we are all made of Love, and of nothing else...even if it seems lost in the depth of our worries, we have been running in circle around it, not with it as our center...Love, ya know! The one which never makes you feel alone, unsatisfied, eager, jealous, greedy, manipulator...Love, the way we have forgotten it, the real deal!
The Red Room was a beautiful eclectic music room!
Pop, Folk, Jazz, Bossa Nova, Rock, Americana, Psychedelic, Experimental....
Friends have asked who made a musical impact in my life, the list is too long to be displayed here and, fortunately seems to get longer every week passing by.... So here is a little cocktail representing my eclectic taste in music!!!
THE GAY BLADES NEW ALBUM...
POPUP at the Paradiso, (Amsterdam)
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If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.
John Lennon
I do not watch television, have not done so for about 7 years now...unless i am at friends' house and their tv is on, but in short time,i feel very uncomfortable with what i see and hear, and usually end up living the room...
...et quand nous nous rencontrerons le monde se tiendra tranquille. Nos coeurs saigneront la douleur du passé, les murs s'émietteront et mon amour étreindra tout ce que vous êtes...
Unknown source.
Books have been my life greatest companions.
At a young age I was always reading 2 or 3 books simultaneously and avidly! I was an only child, unlucky daughter of a mad woman, so tales of adventures and freedom were my only escape…
Hesse’s Siddhartha has been for the last 20 years my favorite book to give to friends…carrying hope of a better understanding in oneself…
Ahaha, maybe I should read it again for the thousand time!!!
Suskind (the perfect murder)
, Plath (to present what many perceived and suffered from but wouldn’t say then)
, Bukowski (great representation of my mental perversion)
, Kerouac (for being French, ok & Neal's buddy)
, Sartre (even though he was such a misogynistic little prick)
, Rimbaud (for the persuasive hints of absinthe)
, Neruda (between him & Lorca!!!)
, Lorca (Amore, amore, amore)
, Prevert (for Les enfants du Paradis)
, Baudelaire (for being le Roi des poetes)
, Miller (for Elia Kazan)
, Alighieri (for loving Beatrice so much he dedicated 3 tomes of madness and reality to her)
, Verlaine (for what else, but pure decadence)
, Camus, Mauriac, Cocteau, Ruiz, Sade ( what can I say, i am french!)
, St.Exupery (for my little prince & his rose),
Garcia Marquez, Coelho, Zeldin, Scott Fitzgerald, Machiavelli, Allende (absolutely magical visions in every page)
, Rumi (for making me love the world…even if at time it seems such a wrong move)
, Kundera (for exposing our precarious existences)
, Epicuro (for his letters)
, Nietzsche (love my quote),
Bronte, Austen (A girl has to tear up once in a while)
, Dickens, Verne (for his mad voyages)
, Hugo (for Quasimodo)
, La Comtesse de Ségur (only remembered by grown up french little girls!)
, the wonderful Margerite Duras
, the one and only Ionesco
, Stendhal, Levi (for surviving Auschwitz to tell of it) …
and many more have followed the first books read…however, it seems tonight I cannot remember them all…sorry!
1st and MOST important MY SON...then, in no particular order...
Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.
No one is safe from slander. The best way is to pay no attention to it, but live in innocence and let the world talk.
Moliere
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
There is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
"There are women who, however you may search them, prove to have no content but are purely masks. The man who associates with such almost spectral, necessarily unsatisfied beings is to be commiserated with, yet it is precisely they who are able to arouse the desire of the man most strongly: he seeks for her soul -- and goes on seeking."
AH!!!
Nietzsche's Human, all too Human.
"The cure for love is still in most cases that ancient radical medicine: love in return."
Nietzsche's Daybreak.
"Some women like to depend on a man; I don't want to depend on anybody. I just want my life to be based just on myself."
Gina Lollobrigida.
Right now is waiting on the someday, feeling for an ok, staring through the heat haze.
Right now is tumbleweed and stillness, in between and hopeless, power-line and progress
Will you…I may I may
Could you…I may I may…Someday I may
Please don't think that it was the plan, the heartache for the tin man, the ballet in the quicksand
Right now is ringing every doorbell, a circus and a seashell, an army built on farewells
Right now is hoping that you will be coming back
Right now is something that I have
Right now is never very long, it's here and then it's gone
Billy Harvey.
"If at the end of the song I move my arms as though I'm swimming, it's because when I sang it for the first time I wasn't very sure of the words, so I began to move my arms that way to cover it up."
Edith Piaf.
"I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others."
Marcus Aurelius.
"Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier."
"If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it."
Mother Teresa.
A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.
To forgive is not to forget. The merit lies in loving in spite of the vivid knowledge that the one that must be loved is not a friend.
Ghandi.
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