Aloha sunwaiter,
I can only say WOW!!! You live in such a cultural capitol like Paris and you harbor such thoughts - Might you have lost the will to really live and contribute to the cultural fabric of Europe besides being a DJ?
Just wondering...
Aloha sunwaiter,
I can only say WOW!!! You live in such a cultural capitol like Paris and you harbor such thoughts - Might you have lost the will to really live and contribute to the cultural fabric of Europe besides being a DJ?
Just wondering...
i don't give much importance to DJ'ing, though i appreciate this kind of practice.
to be more specific and clearer about religion or in more general terms, religious culture, and in order to give you a more flattering image of me, i must say this:
as i wrote it in several posts now, you know i tolerate every form of faith. and you know i'm a convinced atheist, though i also know that nothing is still forever ( we are ALL concerned by this remark), everything is susceptible of change. neo-nazi violent youth don't turn into good people only in movies, people who always hated ravioli may find it succulent one day. well, it's not a scoop to you, i won't be too long with this.
i understand that interpretation and good use of the holy books or any source of moral, social, or cultural value is also a part of the thing, and the modest context in which my mother and my father have grown can explain many things about what they think of religion. to sum it up, they lost all their sunday mornings. Now i know that people like you, Corno, are involved in a different way and i'm sure you do take the best of what you have learned, or what you've been told, because reading your posts is always interesting and i'm convinced you are a very open-minded man; you can't be no sheep.
now paris is a place of culture indeed. i made my own culture without the help of my parents. but school has made so little in this culture, which is like yours always growing, even tiny bit by tiny bits. culture is made of what you choose or not to learn, but it's better when you choose it. sometimes it's good to be enlightnened by others, but when it comes to religion, even just as some data to put in my brain, i get like an allergy. Notre dame is a beautiful construction, saint sulpice too, and all the other churches, cathedrals you can find here. my roots are bathing in christian traditions. we always had joyful christmas in our family, when we could be together on the same continent. but i never felt the need to know lots of things about "holy" days. i don't need this to "really live". this sounds odd coming from you, even a little bit scary, but don' take no offence please. honest, i'm sure you mean me good only. i don't know what is the "cultural fabric of europe" (you will explain it to me), though i can imagine there is some sort of european idendity. but anyway i don't think in such terms.
i care a lot more about DJ'ing than the calendar.
calendar makes me think of frank zappa's "the adventures of greggary peccary". do you know this piece of music?
back to topic: my favourite christmas (!) was when there was "kingston town" by UB40 on the radio.
Aloha sunwaiter,
No offence taken - My bad if I scared you.
Cheerio,
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This may sound silly, but I have a strong association between (UK) roads and music, which relates to the road I was driving on when I was getting to know the piece. For example, the M69 has strong Dvorak symphonic connections for me, also Dorian toccatta and fugue, Franck's Symphonic Variations put me on the M50 heading for Newport, South Wales, and Mozart's Requiem takes me back to the Orkney Islands. Does anyone else share this peculiarity - or am I just bonkers?
As a composer, I find the holiday season is a wonderful inspirational time. My favorite piece to listen to is Mozart's Requiem.
Well, I always associate the Nutcracker with Christmas. It was always a tradition to go to the ballet to see it every year. I still love it.
it's not silly at all, i find this super-cool feeling such connections!
there is a comic book i have that make me wanna barf anytime i smell it. it doesn't stink at all, but the first time i read it was when we had a trip in the familial car, through french mountains. cuuuurves, cuuuuurves, uuuuup, doooooown. mountains. barfffffff. i can't even try to read it in a still bus today![]()