I am not unhappy, but also not happy, maybe that is normal.
I am feeling very idle recently, or that is my constant feeling, maybe this idleness will be with me all through my life. Of course sometimes I idled away my time happily, but now I feel kind of unproductive. I know there is no rule that we have to be productive or purposeful, but I strongly feel that I am wasting my time. I lack the spirit, strength and courage to quit it all and start again, or simply reality has taught me considerable lessons.
Frankly I have no complaint to the current state, I love steadiness and I become very money-minded (or in fact i always am). Thinking if I have the amount of $$$, I can be ............... whatever I want. That the thought I have had since I graduated but sadly it still remains a wishful thinking.
My friend disappeared for a few days. I think I sort of understand his reason or feeling. Of course if I decide to disappear, I will never leave any farewell note on facebook.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Monday, August 06, 2012
My summer album
What is the taste of your youth? Sweet or bitter or bitter-sweet? What does it look like? Full of sunshine or grey skies? Being extremely shy and reserved, I was never the sunny kind of people. I might be one of those typical youth that we describe as "miserable green" who like to whine (very often for trivialities in the eyes of the grown-ups), inexperienced, unsophisticated and diffident. I suddenly remember my younger days because of my recent favourite - the debut album of Two Wounded Birds. Their songs are nostalgic (or some people may say it's cheesy, no), those 50's beach-boys-like pop songs. Catchy and haunting, about the feeling of being young, feeling hopeless and wasted, the unwillingness to grow up and face the real world. Oh yes, that is the album for me. I know, I know these are the lyrics that will make any grown-up roll their eyes and I know To Be Young sounds so much like The Pretenders' Don't Get Me Wrong, still this is my favourite summer album. It reminds me of that old feeling I always have, feeling of the insecurity and hopelessness, in the perfect pop tunes (so may I say that I'm still young at heart? but the said fact is, youngsters are allowed to be insecure and hopeless, while the old people like me will only be categorized as a loser).
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
There's an empty space inside my heart
Radiohead @ Nangang Exhibition Centre, Taipei 25.07.2012
I did not plan to go for their Taipei gig but due to some unpredictable reasons, I got the chance to go (thanks secret j).
I actually feel quite blank about the gig. Don't get me wrong, it was a very exciting and brilliant gig. There were some touching moments and vibrant moments and I began to like The King of Limbs after the gig (as I was not that into this album before). Magpie, Feral and Little by Little were much more powerful in live. But the more I tried hard to memorize every lovely moment of it, the more it slipped away easily. The night was just too fast, too short for me. Of course it was not short at all for it lasted for almost 2 hours but, yes, I was always greedy and insatiable.
Radiohead was a very personal band to many people and I am one of them. There is always an empty space inside my heart for them. Maybe that explains why I feel so blank when I have to share it with thousands people. Having said that, I am still hoping to have the 6th counter with them in London this October but my financial condition tells me that it is very unlikely.
How coincident! Rainbow over Nangang Exhibtion Centre.
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There was simply "too much" sunshine in Taipei. Initial plan was to go to the middle part or eastern part of the island but finally I just idled away in Taipei (cos' I was paralysed by the sunshine and the heat). I declare that I should only go to Taiwan in winter. But it is still a good place. Good people and good food everywhere.
I did not plan to go for their Taipei gig but due to some unpredictable reasons, I got the chance to go (thanks secret j).
I actually feel quite blank about the gig. Don't get me wrong, it was a very exciting and brilliant gig. There were some touching moments and vibrant moments and I began to like The King of Limbs after the gig (as I was not that into this album before). Magpie, Feral and Little by Little were much more powerful in live. But the more I tried hard to memorize every lovely moment of it, the more it slipped away easily. The night was just too fast, too short for me. Of course it was not short at all for it lasted for almost 2 hours but, yes, I was always greedy and insatiable.
Radiohead was a very personal band to many people and I am one of them. There is always an empty space inside my heart for them. Maybe that explains why I feel so blank when I have to share it with thousands people. Having said that, I am still hoping to have the 6th counter with them in London this October but my financial condition tells me that it is very unlikely.
How coincident! Rainbow over Nangang Exhibtion Centre.
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There was simply "too much" sunshine in Taipei. Initial plan was to go to the middle part or eastern part of the island but finally I just idled away in Taipei (cos' I was paralysed by the sunshine and the heat). I declare that I should only go to Taiwan in winter. But it is still a good place. Good people and good food everywhere.
Monday, July 16, 2012
finished product
The sample shown on the package of the wool is much more cute, mine is not that cute. It looks stressful and confused, like me.
I like needle felt as it doesn't require any skill. My mind would just go blank in this mechanical action of needling. Be a robot can be boring, but it can also be a relaxing spaced out, except some occasional woken up by the bloody and mindless stings.
I like needle felt as it doesn't require any skill. My mind would just go blank in this mechanical action of needling. Be a robot can be boring, but it can also be a relaxing spaced out, except some occasional woken up by the bloody and mindless stings.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
unfinished business
got a pack of wool again, humm.... i actually do not have much spare time after work but i still love to waste time on making junks.
Friday, July 06, 2012
soliquoy
Overwhelmed by routines and trivial troubles, totally uninspired. It was strange that I did not make any entry about my (not so) recent trip and also the (not so) recent gigs, for those were the things that I always liked to
It was absolutely unintentional to catch the last train, I mean, to catch the last glimpse of the Girls. I did not expect Girls would call it a day so soon so sudden, though people may say so long as Christopher Owens is still making music, it doesn't matter if there is Girls or not. But I still wish Chris had stayed in the Girls, for his rare androgynous temperament of fragility and sensitivity, his bestowal of series of flowery memories, it's perfect for Chris to have the alternate name as Girls. Oh it's all history now, anyway it's just my two pennies worth.
My hometown is as depressing as ever. Flew from the land celebrating its diamond jubilee to land mourning the June Forth anniversary (and that mournful atmosphere extended to the July 1 anniversary), from the very high to the very low. I numbed myself in work, in routines and now involuntarily in the trivial troubles. It's like the totem spin in inception, never stops.
london is .... always some nice surprise around the corner, i suppose i'm not yet tired of it (so i'm not yet tired of my life :) )
Monday, June 04, 2012
Forever
Ai Weiwei - Forever Bicycles @ Taipei Fine Arts Museum
We are moving,
or just an illusion?
We are one,
or every single different one?
We once rid on the street of Beijing carrying
hopes and dreams,
fears and despairs.
Crushed.
but we're named forever,
we're sometimes hanged in galleries
and always in memories.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
testing, testing
This is my first post written by my mobile. Yes, I finally submitted to the public pressure by giving up the reliable and still-running-good-albeit-nine-year-of-using my 2G nokia and shifted to a smartphone, what a wimpy conformist! I admitted that I felt so uncomfortable and diffident when I had to pick up my 2G nokia in the public. Now, I can be like them, the anybody them, comfortably possessing an item identifying me one of the members of this society.
Sounding cynical over triviality? Yes, that's exactly me. While tolerating the overpriced monthly fee and reducing my time for reading (too bad), I can blog more conveniently (not only in the office for the sake of procrastination). And I can take sneaky picture, that's so immoral and I actually don't like it, but somehow I just can't help it, such as a couple of days ago, a usual boring and sleepy morning on my way to work, I was suddenly woken up by a "bad guy looking" person (i.e. tatooed chest and dyed hair) sat in front of me. He has a peter tee that I've never seen before, actually I never met any person who wore a pd tee in the Hong Kong.
Sounding cynical over triviality? Yes, that's exactly me. While tolerating the overpriced monthly fee and reducing my time for reading (too bad), I can blog more conveniently (not only in the office for the sake of procrastination). And I can take sneaky picture, that's so immoral and I actually don't like it, but somehow I just can't help it, such as a couple of days ago, a usual boring and sleepy morning on my way to work, I was suddenly woken up by a "bad guy looking" person (i.e. tatooed chest and dyed hair) sat in front of me. He has a peter tee that I've never seen before, actually I never met any person who wore a pd tee in the Hong Kong.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
ranked 412/1000
when i came home today the doorman handed me the cylinder parcel and I wondered what I haven't made any ebay order recently but yeah i really forgot I've so-called pledged it.
Thursday, April 05, 2012
my hand, my friend
I just had a minor operation on my right hand a few days ago and I am now having a bit handicap in everything and only from now on I realize how clumsy my left hand is. It can't write properly, even for some simple action like washing face and brushing teeth, it needs extra effort and attention. Of course for these few days of intense training of my left hand, I'm looking forward to having a more developed right brain (i.e. more aesthetic and creative) but having shown the clumsiness of my left hand, I suspect that my right brain is very under-developed and that's.... very depressing. For the bandage around my right hand now looks like a big rice dumpling, I actually shouldn't spend time to type my blog, ...err but i do not want to read the documents on my desk (see, how cruel the world is, I still need go to work after having operation...)
Whine not. We should be glad for our continuation of daily routines, no matter how boring or meaningless they are. My words sound very cliche. But this is what I think for this moment. I got a friend that I always secretly complained about, for her becoming a bored person, degrading herself by not knowing anything new except the taiwan pop idol, no reading no hobbies no interests no point of view. I'm harsh and arrogant I know. I sometimes wondered what life changed her or wore and tear her to such uninspiring state. I sometimes suspected it was her real self and her younger self was just a pretender. She is my old friend, one of my best friends. I have many "once in the lifetime" experience with her. As we grew older, our paths separated. Different priorities and commitments. Our schedules didn't match. Or we just lost interest to each other. We didn't bother to ask or invite each other to attend events. I tended to go to gigs or travel by myself. It sounds like I become independent (but also a loner). I can't judge if it's blessing to have friend(s) with you on the road. Of course to be alone sounds very pathetic (oh I quite enjoy it) but you can be sure that your feeling will remain intact and will not be affected by others. To have friend(s) you will have sweet memories of share laughter, follies and adventures. But I don't know if such sweet memories will some days turn to be a sigh. I hope my friend can have a very quick recovery. I said to her that she would be alright to attend the tat ming pair gig, am i a blind optimist?
yes, i talk incoherently, my usual ramblings.
Whine not. We should be glad for our continuation of daily routines, no matter how boring or meaningless they are. My words sound very cliche. But this is what I think for this moment. I got a friend that I always secretly complained about, for her becoming a bored person, degrading herself by not knowing anything new except the taiwan pop idol, no reading no hobbies no interests no point of view. I'm harsh and arrogant I know. I sometimes wondered what life changed her or wore and tear her to such uninspiring state. I sometimes suspected it was her real self and her younger self was just a pretender. She is my old friend, one of my best friends. I have many "once in the lifetime" experience with her. As we grew older, our paths separated. Different priorities and commitments. Our schedules didn't match. Or we just lost interest to each other. We didn't bother to ask or invite each other to attend events. I tended to go to gigs or travel by myself. It sounds like I become independent (but also a loner). I can't judge if it's blessing to have friend(s) with you on the road. Of course to be alone sounds very pathetic (oh I quite enjoy it) but you can be sure that your feeling will remain intact and will not be affected by others. To have friend(s) you will have sweet memories of share laughter, follies and adventures. But I don't know if such sweet memories will some days turn to be a sigh. I hope my friend can have a very quick recovery. I said to her that she would be alright to attend the tat ming pair gig, am i a blind optimist?
yes, i talk incoherently, my usual ramblings.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Copy
因為是那麼複雜矛盾的生活，我的心理，人格等也是各種分子的衝突下存在。我是頂年青的，我愛太陽，愛火，愛玫瑰，愛一切明朗的，活潑的東西，我是永遠不會失望，疲倦，悲觀的。對一切世間的東西，我睜着好奇的，同情的眼，可是同時我却在心的深底裏，蘊藏着一種寂寞，海那樣深大的寂寞，不是眼淚，或是太息所能掃洗的寂寞，不是朋友愛人所能撫慰的寂寞，在那麼的等候，我只有揪着頭髮，默默地坐着，因為我有一顆老了的心。
－我的生活，穆時英
Monday, February 27, 2012
How keen are we on survival?
"I have become so depressed by the fact of my mortality that I have decided to commit suicide." - 4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane
TR Warszawa’s production
Maybe it's because of my usual sobriety or my lack of imagination, Sarah Kane had never shocked me when I read her plays. But to see it performing on stage was a completely different matter. I was speechless after the show, for I could hardly distinguish if it was a play or a reality, if it's the words of Kane or it's also my own thoughts. To see the play was like an encounter to your own notion of self-destruction. Was it a life that I want to live? It's particularly painful to watch the main character chanted a series of general desires like "to achieve goal and ambition ... to overcome opposition ... to receive attention ...to belong ...to communicate .... to be loved, to be freed". They are so basic, but also so hard to obtain.
The production of TR Warszawa was definitely terrific:
- The sound effect (constant industrial humming, the dreamy and david-lynch-like "when i fall in love", both so illusory and disillusioned).
- The lighting (i especially like the last scene that the main character was gradually engulfed and eaten by the darkness, with a strange non-stop number-counting voice which only grew louder and louder).
- The scene settings (several scene that i love: "the meeting with a female lover" - I interpret that she was her ideal self, the one that she would never have; "the presence of a child" - the original self, or the childhood that lives within oneself, the one who was not aware that what oneself would become; "the naked old woman wandered around the stage" - the decaying self, what one would become if one continues to live)
- and the main actress (she must be very professional to perform it every night without breaking down).
TR Warszawa’s production
Maybe it's because of my usual sobriety or my lack of imagination, Sarah Kane had never shocked me when I read her plays. But to see it performing on stage was a completely different matter. I was speechless after the show, for I could hardly distinguish if it was a play or a reality, if it's the words of Kane or it's also my own thoughts. To see the play was like an encounter to your own notion of self-destruction. Was it a life that I want to live? It's particularly painful to watch the main character chanted a series of general desires like "to achieve goal and ambition ... to overcome opposition ... to receive attention ...to belong ...to communicate .... to be loved, to be freed". They are so basic, but also so hard to obtain.
The production of TR Warszawa was definitely terrific:
- The sound effect (constant industrial humming, the dreamy and david-lynch-like "when i fall in love", both so illusory and disillusioned).
- The lighting (i especially like the last scene that the main character was gradually engulfed and eaten by the darkness, with a strange non-stop number-counting voice which only grew louder and louder).
- The scene settings (several scene that i love: "the meeting with a female lover" - I interpret that she was her ideal self, the one that she would never have; "the presence of a child" - the original self, or the childhood that lives within oneself, the one who was not aware that what oneself would become; "the naked old woman wandered around the stage" - the decaying self, what one would become if one continues to live)
- and the main actress (she must be very professional to perform it every night without breaking down).
Monday, February 20, 2012
Dark silhouettes collapse into dream
The Horrors @ KITEC 16.02.2012
It was a strange trip to and fro the dark dreamy labyrinth and the bright dazzling azure. I was almost too absorbed into the atmosphere that I could not divert my attention and took any picture. I just wanted to memorize every moment of it. Though they didn't play their early stuff like the excellent Excellent Choice, I was chuffed that they played my favourite Scarlet Fields and everyone's favourite Sea Within a Sea. It's perfect to end in Moving Further Away, while we were all feeling elated and elevated and moving further away in the sky, they moved away and left us the desire to want more. We could only continue to chant "oh I surrender, this is it". (what a coincidence with my feeling towards Yuck several weeks ago). A clever band, you cast a spell on me that I promise myself I have to see you again.
Definition of cool, end of.
It was a strange trip to and fro the dark dreamy labyrinth and the bright dazzling azure. I was almost too absorbed into the atmosphere that I could not divert my attention and took any picture. I just wanted to memorize every moment of it. Though they didn't play their early stuff like the excellent Excellent Choice, I was chuffed that they played my favourite Scarlet Fields and everyone's favourite Sea Within a Sea. It's perfect to end in Moving Further Away, while we were all feeling elated and elevated and moving further away in the sky, they moved away and left us the desire to want more. We could only continue to chant "oh I surrender, this is it". (what a coincidence with my feeling towards Yuck several weeks ago). A clever band, you cast a spell on me that I promise myself I have to see you again.
Definition of cool, end of.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
on the other side
If Radiohead said "everyone can play guitar", then how about "everyone can be an artist"? I know the elitists must hate this statement, but for the commoners like me, it's such a great declaration to satisfy one's vanity. A few weeks ago I finally finished the Sketchbook Project just before the deadline (thanks for my usual procrastination). It's the project that everyone can take part in so long as you pay for the sketchbook, draw or make whatever you like with your sketchbook (under a certain theme that you choose) and then post it back before the deadline. The sketchbook will be exhibited and toured(!) among various US cities. Isn't it fun and wonderful just to imagine it?! Err... of course there will be millions of sketchbook in the library and it is doubtful if my sketchbook will be dug out by anyone to read. But hey, as I still haven't travelled to the other side of the world yet, and now my sketchbook is on the road on behalf of me, it's still an exciting idea!
Frankly I don't have any skill or training in painting or drawing but i think painting or drawing is an basic instinct, everyone can draw/paint (humm... but whether it's good or bad, that's another story ;p)
Frankly I don't have any skill or training in painting or drawing but i think painting or drawing is an basic instinct, everyone can draw/paint (humm... but whether it's good or bad, that's another story ;p)
Friday, January 27, 2012
Break it down and then break it up again
Yuck @ Hang Out, Hong Kong 26.01.2012
Oh, that was the guitars sound that I missed so much. The sound that transcended you to a little sublime noise heaven. The sound that made you shaking your head and body automatically and uncontrollably. When I looked around, not many were electrified like me, they all seemed enjoying the music (calmly), but who cares? Though Daniel Blumberg looked very stoned and spaced-out, he still managed to give us a very good show, or it was due to his intoxication that he could deliver that special sense of oblivion to the audience. There was a few magical "my-bloody-valentine" moments, especially for the last song Rubber, waves of white noise, flashes of white light, we were all blinded and stunned by the music and we realized, "Yes, I give in".
Friday, January 20, 2012
tick tick tick...
It is to dedicate to the ones who have difficulty in social interaction, especially for those who are shy and reserved but at the same time with a big me me me ego. That's my excuse for my usual silence and the awful awkwardness in any kind of social gathering with more than three persons.
yes, I'm doodling here and talking nonsense again as I'm waiting for the clock to strike six, no working mood, just waiting for the little holidays (and the lunar new year, that means, there will be many more social gatherings to come, oh my)
Friday, December 30, 2011
Is it this?
We reach this point again (hooray, still alive). It's the end of the year, time to reflect.
I didn't expect my work life would be busy and stressful, for leading a laid-back life is always my ultimate goal. I hope I will make fewer mistakes in my work (or no mistake? Is it possible?). I'm still convinced that I should not study laws (aiya, such wrong step from the very beginning). I am just not that kind of people, those professional, meticulous and ambitious people. But it's too late to say anything or to regret, I know I have to continue. I think I've grown up a bit now, at least I will not escape (oh, or I can't escape).
So much leisure or creative plans have been delayed or disappeared. Routines fill up my life. I don't even have time or the mind to post new entry on this blog, and that glimpse of inspiration or the impulse to write dies down very quickly if you don't grasp it in time. e.g. Initially I wanted to write something about Clockenflag, as I was very high and happy in this event, but later (i.e. now) I just don't feel like writing anything about it. The intriguing fact is, I do not feel bad about it. Sound dangerous, huh, I officially enter the mature adult world. haha, but I still spend time to write up this post, so I may still have some residue of my former self, the one who likes to waste time and idle away.
Before I head back to work, I will like to sum up my yearly favourite music in the following order:
There is a missing piece, good to be incomplete and unfulfilled.
I didn't expect my work life would be busy and stressful, for leading a laid-back life is always my ultimate goal. I hope I will make fewer mistakes in my work (or no mistake? Is it possible?). I'm still convinced that I should not study laws (aiya, such wrong step from the very beginning). I am just not that kind of people, those professional, meticulous and ambitious people. But it's too late to say anything or to regret, I know I have to continue. I think I've grown up a bit now, at least I will not escape (oh, or I can't escape).
So much leisure or creative plans have been delayed or disappeared. Routines fill up my life. I don't even have time or the mind to post new entry on this blog, and that glimpse of inspiration or the impulse to write dies down very quickly if you don't grasp it in time. e.g. Initially I wanted to write something about Clockenflag, as I was very high and happy in this event, but later (i.e. now) I just don't feel like writing anything about it. The intriguing fact is, I do not feel bad about it. Sound dangerous, huh, I officially enter the mature adult world. haha, but I still spend time to write up this post, so I may still have some residue of my former self, the one who likes to waste time and idle away.
Before I head back to work, I will like to sum up my yearly favourite music in the following order:
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There is a missing piece, good to be incomplete and unfulfilled.
Friday, December 09, 2011
December songs
I can't stand the lyrics, too revealing, too biographical :
This one is also talking about me :
I forgot how I got to know Boo Radleys and fell in love with their music, given that I was (am) such a person who only love the bands with a look. They didn't have the cool image like other britpop bands in the 90's but I did (do) really love them. They always sounds so melancholic, even for those catchy ones. I was very young and should be like that of the old Chinese saying, "for the sake of writing verse, I force myself to be sad" (and "now I know the taste of bitterness but I can only say 'what a nice Autumn'). Yes, I should not have much sadness at that time but I felt that I understood the songs. What a laugh. Now it's getting colder, my hands chilled to the bone, as I listened to the same songs, I can only say, "don't listen to the lyrics, don't make me realize how they become my songs".
60's is such an interesting era, haha. There are other zodiac songs sung by Cosmic Sounds. Let's find out yourself in youtube and see if their psychedelic zodiac prediction matches you. Mine is, err... more like the ideal me (phew).
This one is also talking about me :
I forgot how I got to know Boo Radleys and fell in love with their music, given that I was (am) such a person who only love the bands with a look. They didn't have the cool image like other britpop bands in the 90's but I did (do) really love them. They always sounds so melancholic, even for those catchy ones. I was very young and should be like that of the old Chinese saying, "for the sake of writing verse, I force myself to be sad" (and "now I know the taste of bitterness but I can only say 'what a nice Autumn'). Yes, I should not have much sadness at that time but I felt that I understood the songs. What a laugh. Now it's getting colder, my hands chilled to the bone, as I listened to the same songs, I can only say, "don't listen to the lyrics, don't make me realize how they become my songs".
60's is such an interesting era, haha. There are other zodiac songs sung by Cosmic Sounds. Let's find out yourself in youtube and see if their psychedelic zodiac prediction matches you. Mine is, err... more like the ideal me (phew).
Friday, December 02, 2011
There is a bluebird in my heart
My recent favourite moments - riding on bus after work and listening to Crazy Clown Time of David Lynch. Everything was dark, with tints of misty yellow under the line of street lamps, the same old wasteland, the same old slow crawling bus and the same old me, feeling dejected, tired or just numb, that's my constant/default mode, sadly no other option. But it is this totally uninspiring state of being fits so much to the album. I think I must have listened to it more than 50 times just over a week. Sounds very addictive, yes, it really is.
Crazy Clown Time was not rated high in many album reviews. The critics said it was repetitive, robotic, and the voice of Mr Lynch was ...err, strange. But maybe I'm such a fan of Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks and Mulholland Drive. I think this album is the audio version of his films, completely enthralling. Some electro-pop songs are so upbeat that it is very hard to believe the songs were written and sung by an old man, some are so dreamy and trippy. They are all dark and cinematic, my brain was just full of vivid images for every song. If David Lynch is not a film director, will he be a psychologist? For those repetitive and fragmented lyrics, I will call them the soliloquies in dreams, something from the subconscious. They are nightmarish, wicked, evil, sometimes absurd, sometimes sublime.
At this moment my most favourite track is "These are my friend" as it always reminds me of Bukowski's Bluebird. I know they are unrelated to each other, but I made the association anyway. Lynch and Bukowski are both good at writing about the lonesome social misfits, those who keep the bluebird in heart and weep at night, (oh, but i don't weep, do you?) trying hard to find the prescription for our problems (by real or imaginary friends?)
David Lynch - Crazy Clown Time (I don't know why, though I like this album, I have a nauseating feeling for the cover)
Crazy Clown Time was not rated high in many album reviews. The critics said it was repetitive, robotic, and the voice of Mr Lynch was ...err, strange. But maybe I'm such a fan of Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks and Mulholland Drive. I think this album is the audio version of his films, completely enthralling. Some electro-pop songs are so upbeat that it is very hard to believe the songs were written and sung by an old man, some are so dreamy and trippy. They are all dark and cinematic, my brain was just full of vivid images for every song. If David Lynch is not a film director, will he be a psychologist? For those repetitive and fragmented lyrics, I will call them the soliloquies in dreams, something from the subconscious. They are nightmarish, wicked, evil, sometimes absurd, sometimes sublime.
At this moment my most favourite track is "These are my friend" as it always reminds me of Bukowski's Bluebird. I know they are unrelated to each other, but I made the association anyway. Lynch and Bukowski are both good at writing about the lonesome social misfits, those who keep the bluebird in heart and weep at night, (oh, but i don't weep, do you?) trying hard to find the prescription for our problems (by real or imaginary friends?)
David Lynch - Crazy Clown Time (I don't know why, though I like this album, I have a nauseating feeling for the cover)
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