I spotted a familiar tune in an ads and traced it back. What I found last evening was Lionel Richi's piece of Lady written for an old American country singer.

 

This is amazing. One of the old versions of Crazy English(How old is it!) displayed this famous song. Then I came to search for it and played it on the cassette player. The song was soothing and sentimental---and may be a little bit too sentimental. One of those touchy things.

 

On the other side of the tape was Carol Ann Duffy's Words, Wide Night read by Judy Dench. Now I see the reason why I haven't thrown away the old tape. I love it loads and loads.

 

For I am in love with you. And this is love, or what it is like to be in love with you;

... ...

Shall I cross that out and say... ...

... ...

 

Anyway, I can't now really remember the words. But they are resonating in my mind, along with Dench's deep voice and her British accent. Killing me softly with your voice---this is what the voice implies. Above all, this is what the theme of love has always implies.

 

Once I swept listening to Muse's Unintended, and Blur's Sweet Song. I cried listening to Eliotte Smith's Miss Misery. And I shed tears listening to Bach's Mass.

 

For all the things that I have lost and am afraid that I can never claim them back again. Art is quite useless. But Art is essential for me. The time you are forced to be involved in sth., you lose sth. previously that you own as well, though sometimes that's worth it.

 

But how about Art? My music, my paintings, and my words?

 

This is painful, but I have to carry on. Life is so amazing that I can't just stop for some feminine tears or sth.. Words will continue. What I need is to strive harder. Now I remember the Graduation Pictures Shooting. As Patrick White said, now the campus becomes a picturesque scene which I can look at it quite level-headedly. I see through it now.

 

I want to note down sth. trivial in my daily happenings. Here and somewhere else. My friends, my lovers, and possibly my mum, or the relatives. Angelo's words are still fresh in the memory... I know what I want to do and what I am looking for. Andrea, you should really work hard to over your doldrums and your laziness. For God's sake, everything will work it out. Just keep in mind those pitiful past things, your plans, and your dreams.

 

And likewise, those unforgettable people.

Mathias nearly breaks my balance.

He's soOoOoOoOooooo amazing.

Surprisingly, he's a capricorn.

Still, I really want to meet him and give him a big hug!

He is even more wonderful than Jeremy, just purely irresistable.

I think I meet an Angel.

A Scandinavian Angel...

I was very happy to see the Reuter's head saying that "Inzaghi leads Milan to European Cup win". It is such a big honour on Pippo the old good guy.

 

I still love him so much for his different appearance and his fame of being an opportunist. So what having a fame like that, though quite a derogtory one? He is quiet at the first sight, and staying quite different from others when you look at him further.

 

Good luck, though, it should be a great moment of his life and a panacea-like vent for his blues. He is a golden man.

Elliotte Smith definitely leaves a very impressive resonance of music piece in my memory. What is more uncomparable than his Miss Misery? His idea and his solitude reflected in his songs remind me of the famous post-modernist T. S. Eliot---Maybe there is something between the two men of "non-public"?

 

I recognize something very unusual from the songs and this man---Elliotte Smith. So much so that may be at the very first, we should not call him a hero of rock'n'roll music. He is so much of a poet. A second rate, though, he's very true and honest to himself.