So, the album "Love yourself in Art, not Art in yourself!" "Vise versa!" "Oh, but who cares?" that I promised today to upload is about to be launched. You asked me to "friend", so bear with it :-) [why should only me care about cleaning the mailbox from all that flood of notifications?]
The album contains photographs from different years, where I caught playing in different bands with different line-ups, starting from 'Breeze' (1992) through to recent performance with 'The Kings' Cross', dedicated to John Lennon's 72-nd anniversary. I tried so hard today to reconstruct the dates, but not all of them went successfully. I need to dig into the tapes searching for the exact dates. If anybody can adjust or add whichever of the dates - please do it!
The album is almost filled. A couple of commentaries to be added - and here we go! Meanwhile (as the result of discovering the materials found during my "excavations") some idea came to me, ready to grow up into some small project. Later on this.
Should this link work?
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Feeling sick
I still feel sick....
Even though I got out of yesterday, washed it off me when I got home, I nevertheless still feel sick .... No, this is not a sickness that happened this morning during our khash (oh how would I eat everything I was not able to in the morning!), and not that hysterical state of turning over the edge of the eleven-floor abyss once again, and not even the lack of the annoyance from the absence of the premise that I've been waiting for almost a month and for some reason still hasn't received. All these are such a minor things. I'm sick of the feeling that comes to me while being all alone in the middle of a place full of fun. Nobody can help me cope with this. One friend offered to take a ride on his horses, but I always fall off the horse, not having yet sit in the saddle. Another explained to me why this is happening and what to do for this, namely, not to dress in a special jockey clothes, not to use any accessories (saddle, bridle, reins, whip), and tell myself that I'm the best rider.
However, up does not come to the horses, because for them I do not exist. They do not see me, and they do not need me. After all, if there are millions of normal, healthy, wealthy, romantic, I would say, and just successful riders all around, why should they need this troubled old bald bastard? He does not exist!
Then that second friend left, and I gradually began to feel sick and still I do to this moment (after all, this is entirely my fault). Guys, what a disgusting yesterday I had! Well, evening, to be honest, but that evening was able to make mischief the day as a whole, so that I still feel sick ....
At the moment, I want nothing, because nobody needs my energy at all. No-bo-dy. Probably one of the torments of hell is non-utility. And if I'm already sick of relatively rather short period of time in this state, what will happen on the scale of eternity?
Even though I got out of yesterday, washed it off me when I got home, I nevertheless still feel sick .... No, this is not a sickness that happened this morning during our khash (oh how would I eat everything I was not able to in the morning!), and not that hysterical state of turning over the edge of the eleven-floor abyss once again, and not even the lack of the annoyance from the absence of the premise that I've been waiting for almost a month and for some reason still hasn't received. All these are such a minor things. I'm sick of the feeling that comes to me while being all alone in the middle of a place full of fun. Nobody can help me cope with this. One friend offered to take a ride on his horses, but I always fall off the horse, not having yet sit in the saddle. Another explained to me why this is happening and what to do for this, namely, not to dress in a special jockey clothes, not to use any accessories (saddle, bridle, reins, whip), and tell myself that I'm the best rider.
However, up does not come to the horses, because for them I do not exist. They do not see me, and they do not need me. After all, if there are millions of normal, healthy, wealthy, romantic, I would say, and just successful riders all around, why should they need this troubled old bald bastard? He does not exist!
Then that second friend left, and I gradually began to feel sick and still I do to this moment (after all, this is entirely my fault). Guys, what a disgusting yesterday I had! Well, evening, to be honest, but that evening was able to make mischief the day as a whole, so that I still feel sick ....
At the moment, I want nothing, because nobody needs my energy at all. No-bo-dy. Probably one of the torments of hell is non-utility. And if I'm already sick of relatively rather short period of time in this state, what will happen on the scale of eternity?
Friday, October 19, 2012
Alex's Day
I am SO uplifted now that I won't be able to comment on the below text more than saying that my friend has made his dream come true, in spite of all difficulties and life surprises.
Dear Alex, you deserve it!
(for Russian language readers I have made slight but important emphases to the original text, and posted it here)
---------------------Start of Alex's Post-----------------------------
Highlights (imho) marked with *
This was my first solo PH show ever and it was fantastic! Peter was in great form. The audience was nice and Peter even thanked us for being extraordinary silent. He did second encore. Sleep now has been performed on piano without microphone and Peter was almost crying singing the song.
Funny fact, the second encore was not planed and PH even changed his clothes for some simple home wear)))))
-----------------------End of Alex's Post-------------------------------
Dear Alex, you deserve it!
(for Russian language readers I have made slight but important emphases to the original text, and posted it here)
---------------------Start of Alex's Post-----------------------------
The set-list:
my room
too many of my yesterdays
tenderness
gone ahead
the mercy*
amnesiac
shingle song
stumbled*
like veronica
slender threads*
(on tuesday she used to do) yoga
friday afternoon
undone
that wasn't what i said*
a run of luck
a way out*
a better time
sleep now*
too many of my yesterdays
tenderness
gone ahead
the mercy*
amnesiac
shingle song
stumbled*
like veronica
slender threads*
(on tuesday she used to do) yoga
friday afternoon
undone
that wasn't what i said*
a run of luck
a way out*
a better time
sleep now*
This was my first solo PH show ever and it was fantastic! Peter was in great form. The audience was nice and Peter even thanked us for being extraordinary silent. He did second encore. Sleep now has been performed on piano without microphone and Peter was almost crying singing the song.
Funny fact, the second encore was not planed and PH even changed his clothes for some simple home wear)))))
-----------------------End of Alex's Post-------------------------------
Monday, October 15, 2012
Lost years
During passed week I happened to play three times, the first one being a serenade to a bride, next was John Lennon Tribute, and yesterday I did a short set with the band I am currently involved in - Road Movie. Maybe some pictures/videos will be added later on, but that is not that important to me. What IS is the fact that I feel I got back to what has been left down six years ago - public life. I even bought some equipment for my guitars, and intended to do more, as well as trying to upgrade my instrument to a higher level (unfortunately, I can't afford buying a good instrument now).
What I am thinking of is to try to reach some level of being able to create something, by myself. They say it is possible, what I need is a strong wish to do it. I am not sure if it is enough, but let's try.
I also became an inventor of some stupid theory that if a person creates anything in his/her 20's, then in 30's s/he will be improving it, and so on in 40's, 50's; however, if 20's are ruined, then 30's will be a decade of payback for ruining it, in order to make it possible to create something in 40's and later on.
20 years went lost....
Yesterday I toasted my friends with the following words: "Are you still believe in me?!"
What I am thinking of is to try to reach some level of being able to create something, by myself. They say it is possible, what I need is a strong wish to do it. I am not sure if it is enough, but let's try.
I also became an inventor of some stupid theory that if a person creates anything in his/her 20's, then in 30's s/he will be improving it, and so on in 40's, 50's; however, if 20's are ruined, then 30's will be a decade of payback for ruining it, in order to make it possible to create something in 40's and later on.
20 years went lost....
Yesterday I toasted my friends with the following words: "Are you still believe in me?!"
Monday, October 8, 2012
On Translations - part 6
FINALLY, I am back!
Not just to the translations activities but to blogging as well. I was off here for more than month, lot of things happened and thoughts nested in my head. I'll come back to those topics later, and now I am happy to say that the project of Curly's Airship translation has been successfully started today (right after final check of translation of Peter Hammill's "Consequences" (coming up on hammill.ru).
Meanwhile, Curly takes us up....
Not just to the translations activities but to blogging as well. I was off here for more than month, lot of things happened and thoughts nested in my head. I'll come back to those topics later, and now I am happy to say that the project of Curly's Airship translation has been successfully started today (right after final check of translation of Peter Hammill's "Consequences" (coming up on hammill.ru).
Meanwhile, Curly takes us up....
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Positive
Probably this is the most positive thing I've seen in this month.... or season..... or maybe year?
One thing I am sure of is that she would not reject the Nature's calls, like practically all people here do.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Сelebrating what?
Here are some pages on Wikipedia, some varying degrees of emotional feedback, stories about the holiday Vardevar, which is celebrated in Armenia in July, in the midst of the heat....
What I want to say today, when I became 41 (one year ago I had just turned 40, and therefore I could not yet imagine all the magic of this age). I have come to believe that my nation fails to have a good memory, or fails to see the cause-effect kind of relationship between events. Not all, fortunately, but it is a huge mass, which is worse.
Vardevar - a pagan holiday. A holiday in particular, and a pagan one, in particular. Already later, when converted to Christianity and, more recently, when this became customary to speak about, people tied it to the Transfiguration of Christ. The result gave a lot of hell knows what: they pour water on people, but it is desirable to choose a neatly dressed pretty girls because they are unlikely to strike them back in their jaws, as always they attack as herd, and in addition to that they seek out the foreigners, who are quite far-far away from all this stuff.
When they pour water on themselves on their own bodies - for God's sake, let them be, let them even cut themself to death, but why do they involve others? Are you going to wash and iron clothes of this child? Will you stand responsible for this girl's forced date delay? Can you bring back such a fragile health of this elder person, broken in the result of your taunts? Won't it be you to resent the first, if somewhere abroad, something, say a bull, will knock you down and run over you, and everything will be rejoicing and saying, "don't you even try to be angry - this is our holiday!"
Ask any of them about the origin of the holiday, well, or the essence of the Transfiguration - but do not wait for the answer! The next day after the big church holidays is called "merelots" (commemoration of the dead). On such Mondays work is being canceled at the state level (because it seems like everyone should go to the cemetery), and then with coming Saturday this gap is filled.... Oh, how many times I have heard about the abuse in direction to these merelots days, all these permutations and confusions.... Of course the majority do not even go to the cemeteries, and stupidly stay at home, knowing that the Saturday will also come to nothing.
So, here is what I mean. All of these people know neither what they do, nor what they should do, nor what they shouldn't, nor what they can do, and nor what is not eligible. They actually do not know anything, but they know that doing so is necessary, because everybody does it. So I found the answer to many questions of mine like "why the natural desire is rejected and ashamed here?", "why shame and fear, and desire are all that is seen in the eyes of the majority here?", "why there are so many unsatisfied women and sexually anxious men?".
This holiday, like everything else - is a sublimation of the natural desire that all through the life, for many generations in a row, is being hammered, eradicated, ashamed, blackened and ridiculed.
P.S.
A couple of days ago, sitting in a new a-kind-of-Irish-Pub, one of the visitors, which was then celebrating his birthday, decided to say a toast, which sounded something like this: "I wish that all of the representatives of beautiful half, sitting here, would have been as beautiful, happy and loved, and so they could reach until they fulfil their sacred duty - motherhood.... ". All applauded.
Have you got my point?
What I want to say today, when I became 41 (one year ago I had just turned 40, and therefore I could not yet imagine all the magic of this age). I have come to believe that my nation fails to have a good memory, or fails to see the cause-effect kind of relationship between events. Not all, fortunately, but it is a huge mass, which is worse.
Vardevar - a pagan holiday. A holiday in particular, and a pagan one, in particular. Already later, when converted to Christianity and, more recently, when this became customary to speak about, people tied it to the Transfiguration of Christ. The result gave a lot of hell knows what: they pour water on people, but it is desirable to choose a neatly dressed pretty girls because they are unlikely to strike them back in their jaws, as always they attack as herd, and in addition to that they seek out the foreigners, who are quite far-far away from all this stuff.
When they pour water on themselves on their own bodies - for God's sake, let them be, let them even cut themself to death, but why do they involve others? Are you going to wash and iron clothes of this child? Will you stand responsible for this girl's forced date delay? Can you bring back such a fragile health of this elder person, broken in the result of your taunts? Won't it be you to resent the first, if somewhere abroad, something, say a bull, will knock you down and run over you, and everything will be rejoicing and saying, "don't you even try to be angry - this is our holiday!"
Ask any of them about the origin of the holiday, well, or the essence of the Transfiguration - but do not wait for the answer! The next day after the big church holidays is called "merelots" (commemoration of the dead). On such Mondays work is being canceled at the state level (because it seems like everyone should go to the cemetery), and then with coming Saturday this gap is filled.... Oh, how many times I have heard about the abuse in direction to these merelots days, all these permutations and confusions.... Of course the majority do not even go to the cemeteries, and stupidly stay at home, knowing that the Saturday will also come to nothing.
So, here is what I mean. All of these people know neither what they do, nor what they should do, nor what they shouldn't, nor what they can do, and nor what is not eligible. They actually do not know anything, but they know that doing so is necessary, because everybody does it. So I found the answer to many questions of mine like "why the natural desire is rejected and ashamed here?", "why shame and fear, and desire are all that is seen in the eyes of the majority here?", "why there are so many unsatisfied women and sexually anxious men?".
This holiday, like everything else - is a sublimation of the natural desire that all through the life, for many generations in a row, is being hammered, eradicated, ashamed, blackened and ridiculed.
P.S.
A couple of days ago, sitting in a new a-kind-of-Irish-Pub, one of the visitors, which was then celebrating his birthday, decided to say a toast, which sounded something like this: "I wish that all of the representatives of beautiful half, sitting here, would have been as beautiful, happy and loved, and so they could reach until they fulfil their sacred duty - motherhood.... ". All applauded.
Have you got my point?
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