to the early morning mediocrity of the industrial, grey world of a grand city.
Left to my own meanderings (currently without coffee) in this early morning city is challenging when one is still struggling to wake up. I've just about paid way too much for a simple half hours use of the internet and it seems the only thing that's currently animating my life is the musical violin cords of Emily Wells on her album The Symphonies: Dreams Memories & Parties.
Her musical lulls and twists between a myriad of stringed instruments and eclectic tones begin to turn this grey morning into somewhat of an Alice in Wonderland of thoughts and adventures. Not that I'm out and about exploring physically, but the siren sounds of the Symphonies album tends to start my morning with a mindful of adventure, intrigue and wonder. A lot better than the sound of my stomach rumbling and the hollow echo of my mind lacking caffeine.
Too bad I'm lacking in the current energy to go out and about for the moment. At least I've got Emily to ease my pain (bad case of the early morning blues... is it obvious as of yet that I'm not a morning person? If not, then do know that with music I'm trying to correct this. So far, my few attempts have been working, which seems to be a good sign)...
I've also got to give her props on her new sound and violin skills. Really... coming from someone who only made it to her one, and only recital of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, I've got massive respect for people who play stringed instruments. It is not an easy feat, but listening to artists like Emily Wells and harpist Joanna Newsom (e.g. Sprout and the Bean) really inspire me to pick it up again. Maybe next time I give it a try, I'll advance beyond Twinkle Twinkle. After all, it's said someone who's mastered their profession has dedicated 10,000 hours of their time to such a skill.
I guess I better start counting...
the sound of love,
Attie
Left to my own meanderings (currently without coffee) in this early morning city is challenging when one is still struggling to wake up. I've just about paid way too much for a simple half hours use of the internet and it seems the only thing that's currently animating my life is the musical violin cords of Emily Wells on her album The Symphonies: Dreams Memories & Parties.
Her musical lulls and twists between a myriad of stringed instruments and eclectic tones begin to turn this grey morning into somewhat of an Alice in Wonderland of thoughts and adventures. Not that I'm out and about exploring physically, but the siren sounds of the Symphonies album tends to start my morning with a mindful of adventure, intrigue and wonder. A lot better than the sound of my stomach rumbling and the hollow echo of my mind lacking caffeine.
Too bad I'm lacking in the current energy to go out and about for the moment. At least I've got Emily to ease my pain (bad case of the early morning blues... is it obvious as of yet that I'm not a morning person? If not, then do know that with music I'm trying to correct this. So far, my few attempts have been working, which seems to be a good sign)...
I've also got to give her props on her new sound and violin skills. Really... coming from someone who only made it to her one, and only recital of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, I've got massive respect for people who play stringed instruments. It is not an easy feat, but listening to artists like Emily Wells and harpist Joanna Newsom (e.g. Sprout and the Bean) really inspire me to pick it up again. Maybe next time I give it a try, I'll advance beyond Twinkle Twinkle. After all, it's said someone who's mastered their profession has dedicated 10,000 hours of their time to such a skill.
I guess I better start counting...
the sound of love,
Attie
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