When I first got toe hear her music, I was blown away. I actually got from not knowing about her to ordering her CD online in five minutes. When the disk came in the mail, I was as happy as a little boy with a new toy.
I’ve given her music some time to settle in. Just to make sure it’s not infatuation. And not, it’s not. I’m listening to Fern, my favorite track, right now.
I cannot bring myself to describe Zoe Keating’s music any better than her, so just give her a listen.
But I will say this, it’s like being picked up by a murder of crows and taken high above the busy city, high up to a place where time slows down and you can let yourself feel each stroke and tap on her cello as if it goes through you, touching and moving around things you might have forgotten you had; and then, as one song ends and another begins, you find tears in your eyes because of something that’s neither joy nor sorrow — her passion.
Ten years ago, I kinda won a SONY Discman. “Discman” is so old, my spell-checker does not pick it up as a valid word
The CD Player came with its pair of earphones, obviously. Simple, black, stereo, branded earphones.
Throughout the years, those earphones have been tugged at, sat on, rained on and have had their fair share of beer dipping.
I don’t even want to think about how many hours they’ve played music. And almost at max volume at that.
They still work great!
They’ve been shared with so many girlfriends, they’ve been shared with so many girls that were just cute, they’ve been shared with good friends. They’ve been close to my skin for so long, greased up with my own sweat. They’ve been with me on the bike and to the seaside. I’ve used them with my PC and with my laptop. Now, it’s my iPhone’s turn to enjoy their 3.5mm jack.
That’s not all. Before the iPhone, I was the proud owner of three Sony Ericsson phones. A K700i, a K750i and a P1i. My first digital camera? SONY W40. My first DSRL? SONY α200.
Anyone care to buy me one of their grossly overpriced laptops, please?
The thing with living in a small town, well small and insignificant compared to Paris or Rio or London, is that not so many big bands come down here. So fantasizing about bands I’d like to see playing a gig in my home town is a bit off. Then, while having a fag, I realized that if you build it, they will come.
I’d wish Amplifier were playing, so I’d go completely mental;
and Snow Patrol so Andreea would not miss them, and Arctic Monkeys so Andrea wouldn’t miss them, and Flight of the Concordes because that’s what Cristina used to cheer me up, and Nick Cave because ily does have cravings, and Bjork because Andrea would love it, and Porcupine Tree so Theo and I would not have to go all the way to Budapest in November, and Depeche Mode, even though they’re still playing nearby as I type this, and Gotan Project because it’s Dora’s new precious. I wish these would come, because I’d love to see the shows in good company.
This seems to be Timisoara only, and the only ones left untagged that I know of are Iovan, ily, Smeagol Jr and Ovidiu U.
