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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Thursday, April 27, 2006

Lip-synch
So I'm sitting in a booth with 2 other couples and Kathy. These boothes I have never heard of before existing in Sydney, they are Karoke boothes - you pay your money for how long a time and then sing your heart out. I'm told by the lovely frau's that some of these have alcohol in them, unfortunately this doesn't. So you imagine my state, as I am trying to figure out Kathy friends names, what they do, why again they are here with me and how the hell did I end up in Straithfield instead of Newtown tonight. Welcome to my first date with Kat.

It started off with Kat being late to pick me up in Liverpool, we were suppose to go to Newtown and grab some Thai together and possibly go listen to a band, unfortunately she's late and I'm sitting in a pub waiting. Kat sends her friend Anna down to meet me (I've met Anna breifly once) and bizarre as it is I'm still jovial about the situation. The night progressed onto the bizarre by meeting Anna's boyfriend and two more of Kat's friends...

I remained although freaked out by Anna's attempts for me to try and crack onto Kathy in front of them with slight head tilts and the old elbow and look of 'Cmon go for it big fella'. Now I was not out for such a purpose. I was out for the night to get to know Kat, but I would not be a man if the thought of perusing the 'Joy of Sex' with her over half a bottle of Vodka did not cross my mind.

Now I'm sitting in this booth and people are making me sing. I don't sing at the best of times, yes I do a good Tom Jones and Neil Diamond when I'm drunk, but hell I hate their songs... I have a natural barratone so everything goes deep - throw on some Barry White baby and I'll give you some sexual healing. Anyhow I finally get into the swing and had a laugh about the whole thing when I got home.... an experience.. bizzare, wierd, unexpected.. but fun.

Funny thing is when I said to them, I've never seen these type of places and the only places I've gone for Karoke is pubs in the city, and they said.. "oh my god I never knew there was pub's in the city."
"Oh course there is.. you are suppose to be drunk doing this in front of people..."
"I don't think so..." they said.

Yes it was wierd... and yes I sang Neil Diamond....

Thanks to Rob and Nomes for introducing me to Cat Empire over the weekend - even though not totally my taste - the one song they introduced me is making me sing all the way to work lately.

SONG FOR ELIAS - Cat Empire

Meant to meet you but I couldn't stay
Till now never knew how life tears you away
Now I wait for the springtime in Spain
My love

A beautiful being's so sad and so strong
You gave me a story you gave me a song
When he played his guitar she would weep
My love
So one rainy day that spirit took flight
She made him a cap full of magic and might
For his birthday to rule a great stage [and perform till old age]
My love
And why did you never arrive
When we - before you left I saw tears in your eye
And your mother just told me you -
My love

Estava en Ottro Siteo

To state he was born boy got rhythm within
Was to put it so mildly her crying faced grinned
It would spring from all fibres of humanly everythings
My love

Nothing's sure but that love never reasons
Now the world might have lost all its springtime's
And all of the seasons are bleak without you
My love

Estava en Ottro Siteo

Meant to meet you but I couldn't stay
Till now never knew how life tears you away
Now I wait for the springtime in Spain
My love


A question asked of me: "If you were to write a book, where would you base it? London or Sydney?"

LS at 4/27/2006 01:00:00 AM

Thursday, April 20, 2006

"The Weigh-in"
What happens when you try to impress someone and make a complete-and-utter-balls-up of the attempt? Well it depends on a certain amount of measurement - first time you have met, a good friend or an acquaintance? For example when it comes to the first time you speak with someone and I have been known to ball's up many a good first impression with a 'I did this' story with maybe a vague sense of exaggeration, I tend to not associate with the person too much ever again with my own self vain approach of 'That conversation never really happened... did it?' - or you could bite the bullet and apologise for little brain-fart and carry on with life.

At least 90% of the time, nobody cares what you do. They won't remember. Unless you do something completely weird and memorable, or just look really freaky, most people's eyes will just glide over you. Especially on either end of retail transactions. People have enough concerns of their own, they don't have time to worry about you and what you did.

I feel, there is always a certain care and contempt scale we balance and weigh for individuals we see throughout our life. The care factor involves the conformed attempts society has places upon us and the moral obligations we are brought up by guidance along with your personal traits and decisions that has lead you to who you are. The contempt scale has the very similar to that of the care. We preform the weigh-in at every-time you make a decision on the person and their action.

People always think and question the why they were put on this planet and what their mission is, continually exhausting avenues of thought and action with changes to their own look, personality or life. Wouldn't we all liked to be remembered for something when we depart the living. Gazing at the endless stream of people that stroll pass you on a daily basis they all have their small mission to complete and grander task to begin. Is it wrong to have such a grand vision throughout life? Or, is it much more erroneous to never commence?

I was sitting with Naomi on the weekend discussing a similar personal paradox and I think she may have hit a nerve with a classic example of basic analysis and psychology about why I tend to be the way I am. Obviously not remembering the whole entire conversation, as I would of loved to have her write it out for me, it made me think the achievements I do within life are never enough and thus always striving to achieve that little bit more and never wanting to settle on the current, thus a vicious circle.

This I need to think on a little bit more and try and work out.

LS at 4/20/2006 01:04:00 PM

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