Metamorphose

METAMORPHOSE

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

A meaning?
I'm the person who sits on the train with those headphones in, and possibly with the music a little louder than most. I love my music, and many different styles and types and enjoy the conversations about certain genre's with people who are quite passionate about their own influences.

Take Ben for example, a guy I've been working with. He is a MC on a community Sydney station (it escapes me at the moment) on Monday nights and listens to a lot of Hip-Hop, I think when I first started he took me for one of those Pearl Jam / Trancer types which cross over from those genres, even though yes I enjoy both, I strangely think I am not a specific genre (thus always finding it hard to explain to people what I enjoy listening to because it varies widely).

Ben briefly tells to me that he DJ's on Monday's and so, a conversation begins. By the end the conversation I think he has a better perspective on me in regards to who I am. Saying that he had me pictured all wrong I laugh. Established common ground ? We discuss Dr Dre, me listening to LL Cool J, NWA, Ice-T (and Bodycount) as well as others when I was a teen (he tells me he was a little young for those, which makes me guffaw). Discussing the Australian hip-hop scene he tells me about the up and comings and how it's been getting much better, I remember the quality of Australian hip-hop was not the best years ago and I never tracked it up until now, I think it was because the MC's just didn't have the right flow and tried too heavily on west coast USA to mimic. He gives me a CD and I like it (of which he's burning for me this week sometime). I tell him to listen to Dizzie Rascal and The Streets and I think he is loving Dizzie. It's funny by knowing a little about various types of genres you can make an interesting conversation.

I've digressed.

Sitting on the train two Friday's ago it was by co-incidence that Faithless came through my random selection on the ipod, and I have recently had to delete all my songs and put others on there (long story) so I'm adjusting to some new albums my little bro has, even though I'm a big Faithless fan, I've never had a chance to listen to Crazy English Summer.

It was a bolt of lightning and lyrical means so much and in so many ways made my event home from work on Friday a thoughtful melancholy but enlightening trip.

Crazy English Summer

Fields of fire that passed the train
The sky is victorious but here comes the rain
Friday is taking me home again,
And I've nothing but you on my mind.

Grass is greener without the pain,
I think that I'm changing but I'm just the same
My sun is a ascending again
And I've nothing but you on my mind

Sometimes I feel like I'm glad to be free,
Sometimes I still want your arms around me
Sometimes I'm glad to have left you behind,
The Crazy English Summer has put you back on my mind.
Life's a riot a lover a friend,
Pity the day that it has to end
Friday come speed me home again,
I've nothing but you on my Mind.

Sometimes I feel like I'm fine on my own,
Fifty Thousand miles from home.
Sometimes I'm weak and the past is my guide,
Summer returns and puts you back on my mind.


"Some things just happen, some things can't be explained. But you know some things are meant to be."

LS at 3/29/2006 09:56:00 AM

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