Archive for October, 2008

Debut album

I pinched this from Diddums.  The idea is:

Your Debut Album

1 – Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to Random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 – Go to flickr’s “explore the last seven days” http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Put it all together, that’s your debut album.

I got Remondo who will be releasing an album called Know Who Elude Us, and here is the album cover (Midnight Charm).  The album cover isn’t great but the whole idea is pretty cool.  I might try again at a later date (one can never have too many bands or albums, right?)


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Years ago in a period of grief and inactivity I made up a story and over the years embellished it and acted out scenes in my head.  They were handy during times when I didn’t want to think about the present.  A couple of times I attempted to write down scenes or conversations in the story.  But then they became concrete and unchangeable.  And I liked to change things around on a whim – I could act on “what if?” scenarios, changing the world of the characters in the story.  It was rather like a long soap opera.

Well, I haven’t even thought of the characters or their story/ies for a long time, until last night when I couldn’t sleep.  I suddenly thought of it and I dragged up a couple of characters and completely changed an ‘episode’ of their soap opera to see how they’d react.  It didn’t get me to sleep at all – it did the complete opposite so that I was still thinking about their new story this morning.  It’s a very good timewaster.  I can enact conversations between the characters in my head as I drive or during a quiet period at work, but they tend to take over.   Then I have to shove them back down again so I can get on with my life and not muddle about with theirs.

Sounds weird, doesn’t it.  But I guess this is what authors do over a much shorter period and they actually write the story down.  But I prefer to keep it in my mind so it can change at any time and I can re-enact new scenes in my head – a lot of fun but it can get too addictive.

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I always feel a thousand times better when the sun is shining and it’s warm.  Living in a region where it’s damp and cold for 85-90% of the year makes you a sun worshipper.

So yesterday was a good day – even though I wasn’t actually outside soaking up some precious Vitamin D.

Our belly dancing group got together to continue making up costumes for a performance at a medieval feast in a couple of weeks.  It should be fun and it’s all coming together.  We still need a bit of practice on one dance in particular but I’m sure it’ll be fine (it’s only about 3 minutes long anyway).  After we finalised costumes, we set off for the town of Levin to go to a drumming workshop held specifically for belly dancers.  A guy from Australia held the workshop and introduced us to the different rhythms that, although we’re familiar with, we didn’t know the names of.  Some of us had drums and could join in the basic beats.  Others attempted to dance to them.  It made me want a drum – a doumbek, not the cheap wooden thing I have at home.  They’re hard to get in New Zealand.  After the workshop one of the dancers had some costuming bits and pieces for sale.  I thought they were overpriced except for a stunning black beaded bra and belt set.  I didn’t have the cash for that.  But her bits and pieces gave me ideas for costume pieces I could make.  I felt inspired.

I finished off my performance costume last night and got further ideas from watching some videos on Youtube.  Now I just needed some old skirts, etc.  Today I headed to a second-hand shop but anything I liked was a size 10.  Everything else looked worn, was a hideous colour, or just wasn’t what I was looking for.  Sigh.  I’ll have to try other op-shops.  I have to act on my inspiration because it’s all too fleeting.  If I can’t find bits to make costumes out of, I know I’ll give up.  I hope my feeling of inspiration can last…

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I took a day off work on Tuesday to attend the funeral in Wellington of an old family friend.  I hadn’t seen any of the family for a number of years.  I was shocked at how frail and gaunt the elderly widow looked.  When last I saw her (possibly 10 years ago) she looked as I’d always remembered her.  Her daughters (my age and older) looked distinctly middle-aged.  Time is creeping up on us all.

The funeral was a catholic mass in a nearby church.  I hadn’t realised how devoutly catholic the couple had been.  I find masses for weddings and funerals quite impersonal.  It’s basically just a church service and the actual ceremony is merely coincidental.  There is very little personal touch to it.  It could be anybody getting married or having died.  It was therefore relatively easy to stem the flow of tears.  (This was in stark contrast to another funeral I’d been to in June.  I hadn’t personally known the person who died but the funeral was so simple yet so moving and personal that I needed rather a lot of tissues.)  At the crematorium the priest read from a book and even referred to the deceased as “her” instead of “him”.  It made it seem so impersonal as to be rather pointless.

The wake was an opportunity to catch up with people I hadn’t seen for some time.  It’s unfortunate that it has to be a sad occasion to bring people together.  The rest of the time we’re too caught up in our own lives to make time for others.

I had mixed feelings in any case.  I still remembered rather bitterly that this couple had not come to my father’s funeral even though they were in town when he died and on the day beforehand.  They made excuses and didn’t even come to give their respects to my brother and I.  It hurt and it tainted my feelings for the couple for some years (even though I liked the husband for his wonderful sense of humour and contagious laugh).  It was for his sake that I went to his funeral.

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