The Flossy Flossy
Keeping it “on the real” the best I can.Archive for December 30, 2008
On veut plus que de l’amour
This has fast become one of my favorite songs. It’s called “On veut plus que de l’amour” and is sung by Natasha St-Pier as the closing track on her latest self-titled opus.
It’s the epitome of melancholy, yet unexpectedly comforting. I think I’ll let the lyrics speak for the rest.
On veut plus que de l’amour
on veut toucher au bonheur
On oublie que chaque jour qui passe est le meilleur
Mais le bonheur est si petit
qu’au bout du compte, il passe entre nos mains
qu’au bout du compte, il passe entre nos vies
And for the non-francophone inclined:
We all want more of love
We all want to touch happiness
We all forget that each day that passes is the best
But happiness is so short
That after all has been said and done, it slips between our fingers
That after all has been said and done, it passes between our lives
Chicks on Pianos are King
Klokka er 5:41, og jeg får ikke sov. I’m regressing back to my American ways. But as long as I’m awake, I figure I might as well do something productive besides hunt for piano tutorials on Youtube.
Speaking of which, I have to say: lære å spille piano er dritt vanskelig! I’ve been dreaming of jamming out a good tune ever since I saw Tori play “Concertina,” but I can’t seem to get beyond a few riffs without exhausting myself. It’s definitely harder than it looks: to be playing a bass line with one hand, and simultaneously playing a totally different melody on the other hand, and singing on top of that–it’s tough.
And then, you’d have to practice the same line over and over and over, and before you know it, 曾经那么爱听的一首歌既然被你弹够了. I don’t know how Joakim can spend hours on the piano. Jeg har ikke sånn tålmodighet som ham.
Still, it would do well to be able to play one complete song. I’m determined to learn Lucie Silvas’ “Remember Me,” even though there isn’t a tutorial for it. (There never seems to be any for the songs I really like. It’s like I’m being punished for having good taste in music or something–not implying that other people’s tastes are crap or anything.) Well, it’s time to test out my ears.
I Swear!
I am so inconsistent in blogging nowadays. It just takes too much effort to make a good blog. It’s the AP English student in me, I know it. There’s an incessant need in that guy to make every new entry sound like a Gerosolimo definition essay. I remember in junior high, I’d spend hours perfecting and meticulously tweaking each paragraph. I was the Bernini of blogging, I! But they all ended up sounding like castoffs from some Sarah McLachlan catalogue anyway. And not to mention that blogging always landed me into some sort of trouble. But I’m sure I deserved that.
And now, I’ve spent so much time focusing on how to intelligently bitch about blogging I have no idea what I was supposed to bitch about in the first place. I swear…
