Hm ... a guitar's music does not mean more to me, than any other woman I have known.
Still, some of the following lyrics (latest when replacing songs by posts) will let sense those of you who know me why I thought this is not an ideal but quite a fitting post after three years blogging.
Why would one not be surprised that Luc Bondy's interpretation of Arthur Schnitzler's Liebelei in Austria would get this (i.e. "Not more than a sweet Nothing") and that roasting(s).
As a man who is not immune against arrogance, purism, smugness. vanity etc., I am not.
After all, above mentioned traits are part of Omnium, hm? :)*
By the way, Judith Schmitzberger (author of above's this and Sophia Felbermair (author of above's that, are (now) part of Omnium, too. Congratulations, Myladies.
Well, arrogance, purism, smugness. vanity and utter stupidity aside:
I'd (have) like(d) to watch this, either in Northampton, Kingston, Coventry, Vienna, Recklinghausen, Madrid or ... in the Young Vic. It seems to be a fine, an interesting approach.
... that I'd distract your attention from today's events. Who cares about what was up to date many many yesterdays ago, hm? The more as tomorrow today's another yesterday, hm? Anyway, as said. Sorry, and by all means: Don't let disturb your peace of mind. Apart from that we can't solve each tiny problem on this beautiful planet: we just can't afford pondering too much, can we? Pondering too much makes so bloody depressive, hm? And life is much too beautiful, too precious to waste it on getting depressive, hm? The more as us getting depressive, will not change anything, hm? It's hard enough daily to watch all these (breaking) news while enjoying our most delicious dinner, hm? Ah! No. Skip watching the vid that I am too lazy to delete. Enjoy life. It's so fucking short.
