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I wanted to do something different this fall equinox, so I looked for a classical musical piece on the Equinox, and I found this wonderful short (7') and sweet piece written by Katahj Copley in 2021 and performed even more recently. In truth, I really wanted to start my day with वृक्षासन facing the sun at sunrise, but I was busy feeding the pets, and getting ready to go to an appointment (which coincidentally and almost accidentally helped me improve my body's vertical balance).

1. BBC had a story about Bowie's unfinished secret project and mentioned in passing his last album. I listened to his Blackstar and I now know what a Bowiesque dirge with a Miles Davis cameo sounds like.
2. Mihai Viteazul was not the hero we were taught in school. Blow me down!
3. Carnen Crețu and Dan Ungureanu mentioned the Romanian national anthem.

Où va-t-on ?
Quand on n’a plus de maison ?
Les fleurs sous le béton,
Maman,
Dis-le-moi,
Où va-t-on ?

Est-ce qu’un jour on sait vraiment ?
Ou est-ce qu’on fait semblant, tout le temps ?
Où va le cœur quand il se perd ?
Dans les doutes et les hivers ?
Pourquoi les jours se ressemblent ?
Est-ce qu’on finit par voir ce qu’on assemble ?
Maman, dis-le-moi.

Au-delà,
De l’orage il y a
De l’amour, de l’amour, de l’amour,
Quand le ciel s’ouvre,
Tout redevient calme
Et tout va bien.

Où va-t-il ?
Le bonheur, ce fil fragile,
Quand il vacille et se brise ?
Maman, dis-le-moi,
Où va-t-il ?

Pourquoi le monde semble si grand,
Quand on devient un peu plus grand qu’avant ?
Que deviennent les rêves qui s’enfuient ?
Et les souvenirs qu’on oublie ?
Est-ce que j’aurai toujours des questions ?
Peut-être que j’en ferai des chansons.
Maman, dis-le-moi.

Au-delà,
De l’orage il y a
De l’amour, de l’amour, de l’amour,
Quand le ciel s’ouvre,
Tout redevient calme
Et tout va bien.

Where are we going?
When we no longer have a home?
The flowers under the concrete,
Mom,
Tell me,
Where are we going?

Will we ever really know?
Or do we just pretend, all the time?
Where does the heart go when it gets lost?
In doubts and winters?
Why do the days look the same?
Do we ever see what we put together?
Mom, tell me.

Beyond,
The storm there is
Love, love, love,
When the sky opens,
Everything becomes calm again
And everything is fine.

Where is it going?
Happiness, that fragile thread,
When it falters and breaks?
Mom, tell me,
Where is it going?

Why does the world seem so big,
When we get a little bigger than before?
What happens to the dreams that slip away?
And the memories we forget?
Will I always have questions?
Maybe I'll make songs out of them.
Mom, tell me.

Beyond,
There is a storm
Love, love, love,
When the sky opens,
Everything becomes calm again
And all is well.

Source: YouTube et FB.

Last night I had a dream about descending a vertical ladder on a 50+m cliff face. There were about a hundred people ahead of me (I did not look back). Slightly ahead of me were Trump and Elon Musk (maybe 3 to 5 m). I tried engaging in conversation with them but they did not respond (or did not notice me). At some point, the ladder split into two ladders: one that most people kept descending on and one that was more protected and better footed. Soon after the split, both Trump and Musk disappeared and not long after that a commotion started ahead as a scorpion nest started dispersing and stinging people. I was still at least 3m from the nest, but I felt a sting and then my dream skipped ahead to me at the bottom of the cliff with two badly inflamed sting sites that were already festering, waiting with others for medical attention. I woke up at this point.

Citeam ieri pe FB despre doua clujence (de "6 generatii") care mâncau shaorma la teatru în primul rând în timpul piesei Hamlet. Am căutat dacă nu cumva această adaptare era Hamlet de Subcarpati regizat de Ada Lupu Hausvater, dar nu am găsit deși ar fi fost ironic dacă ăsta era cazul. Cu ocazia asta am aflat de formația Subcarpați, trupa hip-hop/electronica/muzica populara, ce mi-a adus aminte de formațiile Phoenix și K1.

प्यार झूठा था, जताया ही क्यूँ?
प्यार झूठा था, जताया ही क्यूँ?
ऐसे जाना था तो आया ही क्यूँ?
ऐसे जाना था तो आया ही क्यूँ?
ऐ सितमगर, तू ज़रा और सितम कर दे, आ
आजा, बे-वजह सा रे रिश्ता ख़तम कर दे, आ
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया, ओ
दर्द-ए-दिल के बिना महफ़िल ही क्या
दर्द-ए-दिल के बिना महफ़िल ही क्या
जो ना टूटा कभी वो दिल ही क्या
जो ना टूटा कभी वो दिल ही क्या
है मेरा हाल बुरा, और बुरा कर दे, आ
मेरे ज़ख़्मों को ज़रा और हरा कर दे, आ
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया, ओ
क्यूँ साइयाँ, माही मेरा सौदाइया?
धूप लूट के जो दे गया परछाइयाँ
Umm, बदले वफ़ा के मैंने पाई क्यूँ तबाहियाँ?
रब्बा, जिसके दिल में तू इश्क़ दुनिया-भर का देता है
उसी के दिलबर को आख़िर क्यूँ दिल पत्थर का देता है?
हम में जो था वो रहा क्यूँ नहीं?
हम में जो था वो रहा क्यूँ नहीं?
दिल में था कुछ तो कहा क्यूँ नहीं?
दिल में था कुछ तो कहा क्यूँ नहीं?
था कभी प्यार तो इंसाफ़ मेरा कर दे, आ
या कभी था ही नहीं, साफ़ मना कर दे, आ
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया
ओ, बेदर्देया, इतना रहम कर दे, आ
ओ, बेदर्देया, बेदर्देया
ओ, यार बेदर्देया, बेदर्देया, बेदर्देया
यार बेदर्देया, बेदर्देया, यार बेदर्देया, ओ
कैसा बंजर सीना होगा
इसमें जब तू ही ना होगा
तुझ बिन जी तो लूँगा
लेकिन जीना क्या वो जीना होगा?

Pyaar jutha tha jataya hi kyu
Pyaar jutha tha jataya hi kyu
Aise jaana tha toh aaya hi kyu
Aise jaana tha toh aaya hi kyu
Aise tum garat zara
Aur sitam kardeya
Aaja bewajh Saare
Rishte khatam kardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
Darde dil ke bina main
Mehfil hi kya
Darde dil ke bina main
Mehfil hi kya
Jo na tuta kabhi
Woh dil hi kya
Jo na tuta kabhi
Woh dil hi kya
Hain mera haal bura
Aur bura kar deya
Mere zakhamo ko zara
Aur Haara kardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
Kyun... saiyaan
Maahi mera saudaiyaan
Dhoop...loot ke
Jo de gaya parchaiyan
Umm... badle wafa ke
Maine payi kyun tabahiyaan
Rabba jiske dil mein tu ishq
Duniya bhar ka deta hai
Usi ke dilbar ko phir kyun
Dil patthar ka deta hai
Humein jo tha woh raha kyu nahi
Humein jo tha woh raha kyu nahi
Dil mein tha kuch toh
kaha kyu nahi
Dil mein tha kuch toh
kaha kyu nahi
Tha kabhi pyaar toh
Insaaf mera kardeya
Ya kabhi tha hi nhi
Saaf mana kardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya
O Bedardeya, Itna Reham Kardeya
O Bedardeya, Bedardeya
O Yaar Bedardeya Bedardeya Yaar Bedardeya
Bedardeya Yaar Bedardeya
Kaisa banjar seena hoga
Ismein jab tu hi na hoga
Tujh bin jee toh loonga lekin
Jeena kya woh jeena hoga

Love was false, why expressed?
Love was false, why expressed?
If you wanted to go like this, why did you come?
If you wanted to go like this, why did you come?
O tormentor, you torment me a little more, come
Come on, end the relationship for no reason, come on
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless, oh
What is a gathering without heartache?
What is a gathering without heartache?
What is the heart that never broke?
What is the heart that never broke?
Is my condition worse, and make it worse, come
Make my wounds a little more green, come
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless, oh
Kyun Saiyaan, Mahi Mera Saudaiya?
Who robbed the sun and gave shadows
Umm, why did I get devastation in return for loyalty?
Lord, whose heart you give love worldwide
Why does he give his lover a heart of stone?
Why didn't we stay who we were?
Why didn't we stay who we were?
Why not say something that was in your heart?
Why not say something that was in your heart?
Was ever love to do me justice, come
Or never was, plainly refuse, come
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, man ruthless
Oh, ruthless, have so much mercy, come
Oh, ruthless, ruthless
Oh, man ruthless, ruthless, ruthless
Yar Bedardeya, Bedardeya, Yaar Bedardeya, O
What a barren chest it will be
When you won't be in it
I can live without you
But will he live?

Sources: musicmatch.com, lyrics.com, yt

De câte ori ascult muzică de Sarah Brightman (ex. Luna), Anca Parghel (ex. Toaca) sau Valentina Naforniță (ex. Ochiul tău iubit), mă gândesc la mama soacră (căreia îi plăcea de Sarah Brightman foarte mult, atât încât am fost împreună cu ea și M la concertul din Boston în turneul pentru albumul Luna în 2001).

Italiano Mina+Alberto Lupo	Francais Dalida+Alain Delon	Espanol Silvana di Lorenzo+Osvaldo Brandi
Parlato: Cara, cosa mi succede stasera, ti guardo ed è come la prima volta Canto : Che cosa sei, che cosa sei, che cosa sei Parlato: Non vorrei parlare Canto: Cosa sei Parlato: Ma tu sei la frase d’amore cominciata e mai finita Canto: Non cambi mai, non cambi mai, non cambi mai Parlato: Tu sei il mio ieri, il mio oggi Canto: Proprio mai Parlato: È il mio sempre, inquietudine Canto: Adesso ormai ci puoi provare/ chiamami tormento dai, già che ci sei Parlato: Tu sei come il vento che porta i violini e le rose Canto: Caramelle non ne voglio più Parlato: Certe volte non ti capisco Canto: Le rose e violini/ questa sera raccontali a un’altra, violini e rose li posso sentire/ quando la cosa mi va se mi va, quando è il momento/ e dopo si vedrà Parlato: Una parola ancora Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Ascoltami Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Ti prego Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Io ti giuro Canto: Parole, parole, parole, parole parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi Parlato: Ecco il mio destino, parlarti, parlarti come la prima volta Canto: Che cosa sei, che cosa sei, che cosa sei, Parlato: No, non dire nulla, c’è la notte che parla Canto: Cosa sei Parlato: La romantica notte Canto: Non cambi mai, non cambi mai, non cambi mai Parlato: Tu sei il mio sogno proibito Canto: Proprio mai Parlato: È vero, speranza Canto: Nessuno più ti può fermare/ chiamami passione dai, hai visto mai Parlato: Si spegne nei tuoi occhi la luna e si accendono i grilli Canto: Caramelle non ne voglio più Parlato: Se tu non ci fossi bisognerebbe inventarti Canto: La luna ed i grilli/ normalmente mi tengono sveglia/ mentre io voglio dormire e sognare/ l’uomo che a volte c’è in te quando c’è/ che parla meno/ ma può piacere a me Parlato: Una parola ancora Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Ascoltami Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Ti prego Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Io ti giuro Canto: Parole, parole, parole, parole parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi Parlato: Che cosa sei Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Che cosa sei Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Che cosa sei Canto: Parole, parole, parole Parlato: Che cosa sei Canto: Parole, parole, parole, parole parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi	C'est étrange, je ne sais pas ce qui m'arrive ce soir Je te regarde comme pour la première fois Encore des mots toujours des mots, les mêmes mots Je ne sais plus comment te dire Rien que des mots Mais tu es cette belle histoire d'amour que je ne cesserai jamais de lire Des mots faciles, des mots fragiles c'était trop beau Tu es d'hier et de demain Bien trop beau De toujours ma seule vérité Mais c'est fini le temps des rêves Les souvenirs se fanent aussi quand on les oublie Tu es comme le vent qui fait chanter les violons Et emporte au loin le parfum des roses Caramels, bonbons et chocolats Par moments, je ne te comprends pas Merci, pas pour moi mais tu peux bien les offrir à une autre Qui aime le vent et le parfum des roses Moi les mots tendres enrobés de douceur Se posent sur ma bouche, mais jamais sur mon coeur Une parole encore Paroles et paroles et paroles Écoute-moi Paroles et paroles et paroles Je t'en prie Paroles et paroles et paroles Je te jure Paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles Et encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent Voilà mon destin, te parler Te parler comme la première foi Encore des mots toujours des mots, les mêmes mot Comme j'aimerais que tu me comprenne Rien que des mots Que tu m'écoutes au moins une fois Des mots magiques des mots tactiques qui sonnent faux Tu es mon rêve défendu Oui tellement faux Mon seul tourment et mon unique espérance Rien ne t'arrêtes quand tu commences Si tu savais comme j'ai envie d'un peu de silence Tu es pour moi la seule musique qui fait danser les étoiles sur les dunes Caramels, bonbons et chocolats Si tu n'existais pas déjà, je t'inventerais Merci pas pour moi, mais tu peux bien les offrir à une autre Qui aime les étoiles sur les dunes Moi les mots tendres enrobés de douceur Se posent sur ma bouche mais jamais sur mon coeur Encore un mot, juste une parole Paroles et paroles et paroles Écoute-moi Paroles et paroles et paroles Je t'en prie Paroles et paroles et paroles Je te jure Paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles Et encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent Que tu es belle Paroles et paroles et paroles Que tu est belle Paroles et paroles et paroles Que tu es belle Paroles et paroles et paroles Que tu es belle Paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles et paroles Et encore des paroles que tu sèmes au vent	¿Qué pasa, pues? ¿qué pasa, pues? ¿qué pasa, pues? (no quisiera hablarte) ¿Qué pasa, pues? (eres la frase amorosa que nunca terminas) No cambias más, no cambias más, no cambias más (eres mi pasado y mi presente) Nunca más (la que siempre me está inquietando) No cambias más, yo tengo pruebas, siempre me atormetarás Con promesas (pareces el viento que trae violines y rosas) Caramelos ya no quiero más (muchas veces no te comprendo) De rosa y violines, esta tarde no quiero que me hables Porque tan sólo lo siento en mi alma Cuando me traen amor de verdad No cuando mienten y luego se verá (una sola palabra) Palabras, palabras, palabras (escúchame) Palabras, palabras, palabras (te ruego) Palabras, palabras, palabras (te lo juro) Palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras Palabras, tan sólo palabras hay entre los dos ¿Qué pasa, pues? ¿qué pasa, pues? ¿qué pasa, pues? (¡no!, no digo nada) ¿Qué pasa, pues? (es la noche que habla, la romántica noche) No cambias más, no cambias más, no cambias más (tú eres mi sueño prohibido) Nunca más (mi dulce esperanza) Yo sé muy bien, lo que tú sientes, ya me lo explicaste bien No hay más que hablar (mirándote, vi en tus ojos la luna y en tu canto el grillo) Caramelos ya no quiero más (si no estuvieras, jugaría a inventarte) La luna y los grillos, normalmente desvelan mis noches Pero yo quiero dormirme soñando, con ese hombre que sepa sentir Que no hable tanto, y sepa amarme al fin (una sola palabra) Palabras, palabras, palabras (escúchame) Palabras, palabras, palabras (te ruego) Palabras, palabras, palabras (te lo juro) Palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras Palabras, tan sólo palabras hay entre los dos (qué pasa amor) Palabras, palabras, palabras (¿qué pasa, amor?) Palabras, palabras, palabras (amor, ¿qué pasa?) Palabras, palabras, palabras (¿qué pasa, amor?) Palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras Palabras, tan sólo palabras hay entre los dos

Other versions: Deutsch (Gerede, gerede by Vicky Leandros and Ben Becker or Dalida+FS's Worte, nor Worte), 日本 (Amai Sasayaki by Akiko Nakamura & Toshiyuki Hosokawa), Azərbaycan (Unutma by Flora Kərimova and Aqil Quliyev), Tiếng Việt (Những lời mê hoặc - Minh Tuyết & Trần Thái Hòa), bossa nova (by Flabby), electone (instrumental by セキトオ・シゲオ)

BBC covered Avraamov's revolutionary 1922 Symphony of Factory Sirens. The symphony sounds ahead of his time. John Cage would have had a fit if he heard this music :) Sadly, this music also reminds of the 70s/80s Romanian choirs singing the praises of the odious regime. It also reminds me of many (American, Western and Eastern European) movies I saw about WWII. The general atmosphere is quite sombre.

Listening right now to Baderech El Hayam by Light in Babylon. I am getting a wonderful vibe reminiscent of Dead Can Dance, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, flamenco, klezmer and Marius Mihalache. I love it!

This is a very nice 2015 cover of Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas if You by WSJN. 17-year old Bieber's 2011 duet with MC is not shabby, so is Bublé's 2013 live duet or his studio recording. Glee's studio version is nice, James Corden's carpool karaoke star-studded duet kills (I shed tears), but MC's 1994 original live performance is incomparable as is the original 1994 video of the studio recording.

BBC has an excellent intro to Vicente Lusitano, whose compositions are being revived (since 2020). Marian Consort has an excellent rendition of his Inviolata (part of their Lusitano Remixed). Apparently, the Guardian covered him too and mentions some live performances by Chineke (directed by Joseph McHardy).

I just found out that Vangelis died 2 weeks ago. Αντίο Ευάγγελος!

In other not so recent news, it appears that nature is really weird at quantum level and it involves complicated knots and topologies (e.g. skyrmions).

Lastly, I just found out about this wonderful event called Piano Day (organized by Nils Frahm and sponsored by ARTE Concert). This year, Hania Rani participated with an excellent set.

Holy Fsck! While looking for Lissie music on youtube (via Loudermilk S3 guest appearances), I stumbled upon this gem from a 2021 Howard Stern show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBmSS8fDmek

While listening to some Brazilian lounge music, I was pleasantly surprised to hear a bossa nova cover of Lullaby, a 1989 song of one of my favorite all time bands, The Cure. This was a much more positive experience than hearing Pictures of You made into a crass ad a few years ago. I also found a symphonic cover of Friday I'm in Love which pales in comparison to the original, but I might be biased as I listened to the original dozens of times and it's imprinted on my brain as the Golden Copy :) Here is someone's top 20 Cure songs. This also reminds me of the July 18, 1996 live concert (part of the Swing Tour) at the outdoors Polaris Amphitheatre (1994-2007) that I went to (and moshed with some random dudes on the lawn).

While, I listen to everything from

gangsta rap (e.g. NWA, Snoop, 2pac) to
nerdcore to
hip-hop (e.g. Eminem, Alicia Keys, Fugees) to
crooners/chanson (e.g. Piaf, Bing Crosby, Sinatra, Aznavour, Iglesias, Whitney, Celine, Bublé) to
pop (e.g. Dalida, Cutugno, Eurovision, MJ, Madonna, Lady Gaga) to
disco to
jazz (e.g. big band, Billie, Ella, Miles Davis, acid, bebop, nu, Jarrett, avant-garde, Johny Răducanu) to
electronica (e.g. Vangelis, Michael Crețu, Kraftwerk) to
ethnic (e.g. Romani, Eastern European, klezmer, Middle Eastern) to
new wave to
folk (e.g. Bob Dylan, Vintilă, Baniciu, Alifantis, Andrieș)
rock (e.g. Stones, Elvis, Dead, Queen, Pink Floyd, U2, Phoenix) to
EDM (e.g. house, techno, trance, Deadmau5) to
musicals (e.g. Webber/Brightman) to
minimalist (e.g. Glass)
opera (e.g. Callas, Caruso, Pavarotti, Carreras, Bocelli) to
classical music (e.g. Bach, Mahler), and
everything in between (e.g. country),

some of my all-time favorites are fusion/eclectic in essence, e.g. Bad Plus, Pink Martini, classical pop/rock remixes (e.g. Dalida disco remix), world music (e.g. Dead Can Dance), parodies (e.g. Weird Al Jankovic, Ada Milea, Ion Gyuri Pascu, Fără Zahăr).
Honorable mention: live music recorded in intimate setting by NPR's Tiny Desk Concerts.

Last night we saw BJM's Dance Me at the the Burlington PAC and it was wonderful. Listening to Leonard Cohen songs while modern dancers are performing choreography by three different masters is sublime. There were a few gimmicky numbers (the dance with staffs or the typewriter+moving lips), but overall it was really good, especially the duo parts by their principal artists (Yosmell Calderon and Céline Cassone).