French class memories

Ou etes vous? Lizzard et Luc... Psylvia... Attendez moi.


Un petit coin de parapluie, contre un grand paradis... Elle avait quelque chose d'un ange

Stanley Jordan....

I should have a list of "God made..." items (as my friend Maz would tell you).

and God made Stanley Jordan. He is music sweet and perfect. At his concert yesterday at the Cairo Opera House - where I magically got a ticket when the house was full! - I couldn't help thinking of Harpo Marx from Marx brothers over and over again - in that one time where he plays on the harp.

I remember once when my cinema teacher had gone scene by scene in a Marx Bros film. At this scene, he (must have) had said something like, "See, how he plays like an angel."

"See, how he plays like an angel, this Stanley Jordan..."

Talking makes it easy....

Last week, when I was writing a review on this musical performance of oud (stringed lute), these are the words that i wanted to articulate. I didn't arrive at them for purposes of the article, but tehy came much easier when i was talking to a friend:

one of the functions of music may be to point to silence, to elaborate on it, like lace.

Looking back at many conversations i have had, i find that they act as catalysts to thoughts, even the articulate ones. But strangely enough, I've been told on more than one occasion that I articulate myself better in writing than in person.

I have many an msn chat, however, that is full of amazing repartee that I don't think I could duplicate in writing, should I be writing with me, myself, and pi. :)