Scrierile mele despre viaţă: That`s all there is.

4/17/08

That`s all there is.

Am fost intrebata de multe ori ce insemna muzica pentru mine.

E adevarat ca afisez un comportament pentru unii straniu, deoarece ascult exact muzica mea..asta insemnand o muzica care imi place neconditionat, din care am avut si voi avea mereu de invatat. Caut mereu artisti si melodii care sa insemne ceva pentru mine, deci nu accept sa ascult oameni care nu au nimic de spus in genuri ce se confunda cu prostia. O sursa din care extrag tot ce este mai bun este Radio Guerrillia, dar ascult cu mare placere si City Fm. Cam asta inseamna radio pentru mine.

Deci, muzica este o parte din mine si nu spun un cliseu cand afirm ca nu as putea sa traiesc fara ea. O zi in care nu am ascultat macar cateva melodii de suflet este o zi pierduta. Am crescut cu Elvis Presley, Queen, Deep Purple, Phoenix, iar acest lucru mi-a influentat gustul pentru muzica de calitate, facuta fara compromisuri.
Pe Robbie Williams l-am descoperit la 9 ani si de atunci nu ma pot desparti de el :) M-a ajutat mult vocea si caldura lui pentru a trece peste momente grele, ii voi multumi mereu pentru ceea ce este si pentru lectiile sale.

DEPECHE MODE va ramane prima formatie in inima mea, indiferent de ce ar veni dupa Ei.. Din pacate, nu am fost la concert si voi regreta asta toata viata... Dar, pe 18.10.2007 am trait si l-am vazut pe Andy Fletcher. Ce am simtit ? Nu se poate explica, cuvintele sunt mult prea mici sau: " Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm " :)
Faptul ca Dave a invins moartea, mi-a deschis ochii. Viata chiar merita traita, fiecare minut este important, caci asa cum spunea Berti Barbera: " Clepsidra odata intoarsa ne provoaca sa folosim la maximum fiecare clipa. "

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”