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A little night's Musiq
Posted by JSYL
on
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
in
music
I'm hoping my previous post will act as a disclaimer for what I'm about to describe.
If you know me, you'll know that I'm a pretty excite-able person. Its all or nothing with me, I'm not one to hold back on my right to self expression.
After about two and a half hours of waiting for Musiq to strut on stage, I was getting pretty damn worked up. Jumping up and down, fidgeting, restless, the whole deal. But when he sang the first or second favourite of the night, "previouscats", I went ballistic. "Who knows the words to this next song?" Nuts, I tell you. He smiled at the cheering crowd, and must have wondered why he could still see this bobbing movement out of the corner of his eye- me, that is. Still going nuts even after the crowd had settled down. He tried to be polite, smiling and about to start singing, but couldn't help but chuckle out loud while pointing at me. There's always gotta be one psycho fan, right?
Later on, I can't at this moment remember what song he was singing, but he leaned down and for a moment it was like we were singing to each other. I was hooked. I knew then I'd been forever branded in his mind as the psycho fan of the night. My new name was only cemented when he walked along the stage shaking hands, including mine,and came back the same way to see my hand, outstretched, yet again. He paused, leaned down, took my hand in both of his and rubbed them as if to say: "Happy now? It's cute but enough already!"
After the concert, I planned to try to meet Musiq. Jazz Cafe is really small, and I've heard that its easy enough to meet and mingle with the singers after a gig there. My friends and I spoke briefly with the guitarist on stage first, thanking him for the show. He told us that while Musiq's a "great guy" he was particularly tired that night, hence his no-show-encore, and so he wasn't sure if he'd head straight home or still be around after the gig to meet with fans. I decided to take my chances.
Outside I spotted one of the two backup singers- there had been a girl and a guy, both awesomely talented. The girl was outside and we chatted for a bit about random things- how cute my bag was, how great the show was etc. She too wasn't sure if Musiq was still around but advised me to come to the show the next night and catch him on his way into the venue, at which point he'd still be alert and ready to sign autographs and whatnot.
As we said our goodbyes, someone who looked exactly like the male backup singer walked out of JazzCafe arm-in-arm with a girl. My friend said what I'd been thinking which, in my mind, confirmed that he was definitely one in the same backup singer. As he approached we beamed at him, willing him to come say hi. He made eye contact, but made no signs of slowing. That was cool, but since we'd already thanked two from the backup band, I figured it only fair to blurt out: "Itwasagreatshow!"
He replied, "Yeah, it was" with a puzzled expression, and didn't even break his stride. Rude.
Five minutes later, the actual backup singer came out. This time it was definitely him. How embarassing. He saw me smiling and came over to ask what I thought of the show, and after a little chitchat he returned to the girls he was almost cetainly trying to hook up with that night. I felt really stupid doing it, but I walked up to him and interrupted to ask whether he knew if Musiq had left yet. He asked me if I wanted to meet him, and I said "yes and possibly get an autograph?", to which he promptly took me to the stairs leading backstage.
Holy. Crap. No. Way.
The beefy security guard wouldn't let us in though, not even after two attempted pleas by Showtime (seriously, he told me that was his name later on). He shrugged and said "I tried, sorry!" I told him my name and said I'd come back the next night, and he said he'd remember me, and that if I came he'd definitely set it up. At the time, there was no question I'd travel the 40 mins from campus in the freezing cold to do this. Maybe Showtime wouldn't remember me. Maybe Musiq would be a diva and not pause to take a photo. Maybe he wouldn't go through the front door, and I'd miss his entrance completely. But whatever the case, I needed to let Musiq know I wasn't just a diehard groupie, but someone who'd honestly been moved by his work.
That didn't happen. I wonder how it might've turned out if I'd gone. I was writing an article way past deadline, and had planned to meet friends later that night. It just didn't seem worth it, really. But the gig definitely made my week. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and "Just friends" buzzing in my head.
I cannot think of a better way to end the day.
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If you know me, you'll know that I'm a pretty excite-able person. Its all or nothing with me, I'm not one to hold back on my right to self expression.
After about two and a half hours of waiting for Musiq to strut on stage, I was getting pretty damn worked up. Jumping up and down, fidgeting, restless, the whole deal. But when he sang the first or second favourite of the night, "previouscats", I went ballistic. "Who knows the words to this next song?" Nuts, I tell you. He smiled at the cheering crowd, and must have wondered why he could still see this bobbing movement out of the corner of his eye- me, that is. Still going nuts even after the crowd had settled down. He tried to be polite, smiling and about to start singing, but couldn't help but chuckle out loud while pointing at me. There's always gotta be one psycho fan, right?
Later on, I can't at this moment remember what song he was singing, but he leaned down and for a moment it was like we were singing to each other. I was hooked. I knew then I'd been forever branded in his mind as the psycho fan of the night. My new name was only cemented when he walked along the stage shaking hands, including mine,and came back the same way to see my hand, outstretched, yet again. He paused, leaned down, took my hand in both of his and rubbed them as if to say: "Happy now? It's cute but enough already!"
After the concert, I planned to try to meet Musiq. Jazz Cafe is really small, and I've heard that its easy enough to meet and mingle with the singers after a gig there. My friends and I spoke briefly with the guitarist on stage first, thanking him for the show. He told us that while Musiq's a "great guy" he was particularly tired that night, hence his no-show-encore, and so he wasn't sure if he'd head straight home or still be around after the gig to meet with fans. I decided to take my chances.
Outside I spotted one of the two backup singers- there had been a girl and a guy, both awesomely talented. The girl was outside and we chatted for a bit about random things- how cute my bag was, how great the show was etc. She too wasn't sure if Musiq was still around but advised me to come to the show the next night and catch him on his way into the venue, at which point he'd still be alert and ready to sign autographs and whatnot.
As we said our goodbyes, someone who looked exactly like the male backup singer walked out of JazzCafe arm-in-arm with a girl. My friend said what I'd been thinking which, in my mind, confirmed that he was definitely one in the same backup singer. As he approached we beamed at him, willing him to come say hi. He made eye contact, but made no signs of slowing. That was cool, but since we'd already thanked two from the backup band, I figured it only fair to blurt out: "Itwasagreatshow!"
He replied, "Yeah, it was" with a puzzled expression, and didn't even break his stride. Rude.
Five minutes later, the actual backup singer came out. This time it was definitely him. How embarassing. He saw me smiling and came over to ask what I thought of the show, and after a little chitchat he returned to the girls he was almost cetainly trying to hook up with that night. I felt really stupid doing it, but I walked up to him and interrupted to ask whether he knew if Musiq had left yet. He asked me if I wanted to meet him, and I said "yes and possibly get an autograph?", to which he promptly took me to the stairs leading backstage.
Holy. Crap. No. Way.
The beefy security guard wouldn't let us in though, not even after two attempted pleas by Showtime (seriously, he told me that was his name later on). He shrugged and said "I tried, sorry!" I told him my name and said I'd come back the next night, and he said he'd remember me, and that if I came he'd definitely set it up. At the time, there was no question I'd travel the 40 mins from campus in the freezing cold to do this. Maybe Showtime wouldn't remember me. Maybe Musiq would be a diva and not pause to take a photo. Maybe he wouldn't go through the front door, and I'd miss his entrance completely. But whatever the case, I needed to let Musiq know I wasn't just a diehard groupie, but someone who'd honestly been moved by his work.
That didn't happen. I wonder how it might've turned out if I'd gone. I was writing an article way past deadline, and had planned to meet friends later that night. It just didn't seem worth it, really. But the gig definitely made my week. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and "Just friends" buzzing in my head.
I cannot think of a better way to end the day.
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Wow.
Posted by JSYL
on
Thursday, February 28, 2008
in
music
"It's Musiq...Soulchild..it feels good right here. It feels good right here."
- 'Future', Musiq
[Update: 3 March, 3am-ish]
Wow I really should be in bed right now. Caleb and Chris arrived in London today, and I went to see them all the way in Hammersmith, forgoing the first Smoke Radio hosted Happy Monday at the Undercroft this year...but that sentence means nothing to most of you, so I'll stop right there with the account of the day.
Excuse me if barely any of this post makes sense, I'm pretty damn tired right now. But for my loyal readers- all two of you- I would do anything! The fact that I haven't updated this thing properly in a really long time, must surely prove how much of a good time I'm having here. I haven't had much time to pause for thought in the last couple of weeks, let alone languish my hours away on the Internet.
A major highlight of the last week, of which there were many, was my first visit to London's iconic Jazz Cafe. for a reputedly over-priced Musiq Soulchild concert. A little background, friends. The first Musiq song I ever got into was "Just friends" from his second album "Aijuswanaseing". I played it over and over for the weeks, and possibly months leading up to my birthday. I never got sick of it, not once. It just got better every time I played it, took on a new meaning, fitted my every mood increasingly with each day. My brother got me his third album, "Juslisen" for my birthday. It could've been because he's awesome at picking out thoughtful gifts, and wanted to help me develop my Musiq Soulchild education. It could also have been because he was so sick of hearing the same song played 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, that this was the only way he could get me to play something different. But I like to think it was for the first reason.
And so, I was touched. Lucky for me, that album was also a classic. Every song on Juslisen is catchy, meaningful, mellow and just plain old wonderful. Over the years I've gotten obsessed with and overplayed many albums. But this is one of the few that I would listen to regularly well after the first-purchase euphoria has worn off, without needing to put it on my shelf for a few weeks to take a break from the all too familiar intros and interludes. His simple lyrics have taken on new meaning for me over time, as I relate more and more to the situations he describes. I can remember so many times when I've flung my room door open angrily, or stressed out, or just defeated from a really bad day, a helpless situation. Without fail, Musiq's soulful voice would slowly ebb through the room unintrusively while I read, studied, or just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the hopelessness of it all.
Sometimes the lyrics would play on my mind, sometimes they'd make it all make a little more sense somehow. Sometimes I'd just nod to the beat, or fall asleep to the harmonies. Sometimes I'd just listen to him crooning that it'll be okay. And in some weird way, it was. Maybe it was certain songs on there that for one reason or another, had special meaning to me. Maybe it was just the fact my brother, who I wasn't very close to at the time, thought enough of me to realise that I liked Musiq- something no one else had noticed. But for whatever reason, let's just say that album is one of my favourites, and I've respected Musiq Soulchild for his refusal to buy into the cheesy-gimmick-dependant-RnB/too-smooth-sell-out commercial/try-too-hard-over-sexed industry so sadly infiltrating that genre today, ever since.
So you can imagine what seeing him live must've been like for me. I waited in line with a friend half an hour before the doors opened, and a few hours before Musiq was actually due to go on stage. It's a small intimate venue, and I made sure we marked out territory right on the edge of the stage in the front row from the get go. It sounds bad, but to illustrate how close I was, I was about eye-level with his crotch the whole night, and the wire from the microphone stand was in grave danger of whipping me in the face every time he tilted it downward for extra effect.
Unlike a lot of gigs I've been to, it never once got boring, or made me wonder what time it was. It took me with it, and just as soon as it had started it was over. The whole room moved with the music, strangers turning to smile at each other and sing the lyrics each knew just as well as the other. The backup singers thrusted and twisted to the beat, their faces in raptures despite it being their fourth show of the week.
The only criticism I'd have of the gig is the way he'd only ad lib, rather than sing out word for word, favourites such as "Just friends", "Halfcrazy" and "Previouscats", instead preferring to smile and hold the microphone out for us fans who knew every single word and trill. Unfortunately he was also too tired to come out for a previously rehearsed and officially scheduled 15 minute encore. The MC was surprised, and embarrasingly had to say "Oh...looks like he's not coming out again! I'll just play some records, folks" after making us chant traditional cheers to pump up the atmosphere and welcome him back on stage till our throats were sore and we were no longer in the mood to pretend that yelling louder would actually make Musiq come out again. You know stuff like: "When I say Musiq you say Soulchild, Musiq!" "Soulchild!" "Musiq!" "Soulchild!" etc....
There were the typical Jane-esque embarassing moments interspersed throughout the night (what great story /blogpost wouldn't have at least one, right?) But those will be described in a more coherent way, at a less ungodly hour. Stay reading!
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- 'Future', Musiq
[Update: 3 March, 3am-ish]
Wow I really should be in bed right now. Caleb and Chris arrived in London today, and I went to see them all the way in Hammersmith, forgoing the first Smoke Radio hosted Happy Monday at the Undercroft this year...but that sentence means nothing to most of you, so I'll stop right there with the account of the day.
Excuse me if barely any of this post makes sense, I'm pretty damn tired right now. But for my loyal readers- all two of you- I would do anything! The fact that I haven't updated this thing properly in a really long time, must surely prove how much of a good time I'm having here. I haven't had much time to pause for thought in the last couple of weeks, let alone languish my hours away on the Internet.
A major highlight of the last week, of which there were many, was my first visit to London's iconic Jazz Cafe. for a reputedly over-priced Musiq Soulchild concert. A little background, friends. The first Musiq song I ever got into was "Just friends" from his second album "Aijuswanaseing". I played it over and over for the weeks, and possibly months leading up to my birthday. I never got sick of it, not once. It just got better every time I played it, took on a new meaning, fitted my every mood increasingly with each day. My brother got me his third album, "Juslisen" for my birthday. It could've been because he's awesome at picking out thoughtful gifts, and wanted to help me develop my Musiq Soulchild education. It could also have been because he was so sick of hearing the same song played 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, that this was the only way he could get me to play something different. But I like to think it was for the first reason.
And so, I was touched. Lucky for me, that album was also a classic. Every song on Juslisen is catchy, meaningful, mellow and just plain old wonderful. Over the years I've gotten obsessed with and overplayed many albums. But this is one of the few that I would listen to regularly well after the first-purchase euphoria has worn off, without needing to put it on my shelf for a few weeks to take a break from the all too familiar intros and interludes. His simple lyrics have taken on new meaning for me over time, as I relate more and more to the situations he describes. I can remember so many times when I've flung my room door open angrily, or stressed out, or just defeated from a really bad day, a helpless situation. Without fail, Musiq's soulful voice would slowly ebb through the room unintrusively while I read, studied, or just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the hopelessness of it all.
Sometimes the lyrics would play on my mind, sometimes they'd make it all make a little more sense somehow. Sometimes I'd just nod to the beat, or fall asleep to the harmonies. Sometimes I'd just listen to him crooning that it'll be okay. And in some weird way, it was. Maybe it was certain songs on there that for one reason or another, had special meaning to me. Maybe it was just the fact my brother, who I wasn't very close to at the time, thought enough of me to realise that I liked Musiq- something no one else had noticed. But for whatever reason, let's just say that album is one of my favourites, and I've respected Musiq Soulchild for his refusal to buy into the cheesy-gimmick-dependant-RnB/too-smooth-sell-out commercial/try-too-hard-over-sexed industry so sadly infiltrating that genre today, ever since.
So you can imagine what seeing him live must've been like for me. I waited in line with a friend half an hour before the doors opened, and a few hours before Musiq was actually due to go on stage. It's a small intimate venue, and I made sure we marked out territory right on the edge of the stage in the front row from the get go. It sounds bad, but to illustrate how close I was, I was about eye-level with his crotch the whole night, and the wire from the microphone stand was in grave danger of whipping me in the face every time he tilted it downward for extra effect.
Unlike a lot of gigs I've been to, it never once got boring, or made me wonder what time it was. It took me with it, and just as soon as it had started it was over. The whole room moved with the music, strangers turning to smile at each other and sing the lyrics each knew just as well as the other. The backup singers thrusted and twisted to the beat, their faces in raptures despite it being their fourth show of the week.
The only criticism I'd have of the gig is the way he'd only ad lib, rather than sing out word for word, favourites such as "Just friends", "Halfcrazy" and "Previouscats", instead preferring to smile and hold the microphone out for us fans who knew every single word and trill. Unfortunately he was also too tired to come out for a previously rehearsed and officially scheduled 15 minute encore. The MC was surprised, and embarrasingly had to say "Oh...looks like he's not coming out again! I'll just play some records, folks" after making us chant traditional cheers to pump up the atmosphere and welcome him back on stage till our throats were sore and we were no longer in the mood to pretend that yelling louder would actually make Musiq come out again. You know stuff like: "When I say Musiq you say Soulchild, Musiq!" "Soulchild!" "Musiq!" "Soulchild!" etc....
There were the typical Jane-esque embarassing moments interspersed throughout the night (what great story /blogpost wouldn't have at least one, right?) But those will be described in a more coherent way, at a less ungodly hour. Stay reading!
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His baby blues peered apologetically from under a mop of blonde hair...
Somehow this line, like many others, didn't wash too well with our Reuters lifestyle editor. Nevertheless, you can find the latest article on the so-called 'iPod Generation' here.
Just an aside on this one, readers:
It started out as a quirky story idea, then turned into my final assignment for Print Features, a subject I took in the semester that just passed. The general correspondent at work asked me "What's happening?" in one of his particularly cheery moods, I started telling him about the assignment, and he seemed really interested. I got some pretty detailled advice on how to approach the problems I was having with writing it. The conversation ended with a "send it to me when you're done". I thought this was just yet another generous gesture of mentor-like concern, which he has shown on countless occasions during my time at Reuters.
Turns out he'd interpreted my uni woes as a sales pitch, so you can imagine my surprise when I came into work one day and rather than 'hi' he said "I've started editing your story, its in your basket have a look." (aside to the aside, I love how seasoned journos never greet colleagues with an obligatory office greeting but are almost always in a conversation about the story of the day that doesn't end just because you haven't seen them for the last 12 hours). I also love how this man- whom I'd describe as being like William Forrester to my Jamal Wallace, or, for the more recent pop culture-reference-friendly people, like Dr Cox to my JD; ok maybe not that far, but basically, the personal writing tutor I never had- can talk to this lowly disciple as just another colleague. Its one of the greatest forms of respect and flattery I could ever hope to have gotten at Reuters thus far).
After a little back-and-forth banter about what should go in, stay out, be reworded, and a general talk on the confines of wire-service features, the final product emerged. I've gotta say, Print Features was one of the only subjects in my 2 yrs of this degree, in which I truly found myself questioning whether I've got what it takes to be a writer. Surrounded by unbelieveably brilliant ones, I actually felt like maybe that aspect of the industry, though I'd always aspired to end up in it, wasn't for me. This really gave me hope that maybe I've still got a shot at it. And though what ended up being published is totally different to what was probably envisioned by the magazine-style class objectives we'd been taught, I'm really proud of it. This is particularly because this was the first story I've written for Reuters, for which the idea, contacts and research were entirely done by me, and most of it was retained for the final version.
Sadly, this is probably also going to be the last one published from the Sydney bureau, as I leave them in a few short weeks time to go overseas. Hopefully there'll be more on the way with Reuters in London, but for that we'll just have to wait and see.
[Update: It can now be found on Reuters India, Yahoo! News, AOL News and Sydney Australia Lawyer News.]
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Just an aside on this one, readers:
It started out as a quirky story idea, then turned into my final assignment for Print Features, a subject I took in the semester that just passed. The general correspondent at work asked me "What's happening?" in one of his particularly cheery moods, I started telling him about the assignment, and he seemed really interested. I got some pretty detailled advice on how to approach the problems I was having with writing it. The conversation ended with a "send it to me when you're done". I thought this was just yet another generous gesture of mentor-like concern, which he has shown on countless occasions during my time at Reuters.
Turns out he'd interpreted my uni woes as a sales pitch, so you can imagine my surprise when I came into work one day and rather than 'hi' he said "I've started editing your story, its in your basket have a look." (aside to the aside, I love how seasoned journos never greet colleagues with an obligatory office greeting but are almost always in a conversation about the story of the day that doesn't end just because you haven't seen them for the last 12 hours). I also love how this man- whom I'd describe as being like William Forrester to my Jamal Wallace, or, for the more recent pop culture-reference-friendly people, like Dr Cox to my JD; ok maybe not that far, but basically, the personal writing tutor I never had- can talk to this lowly disciple as just another colleague. Its one of the greatest forms of respect and flattery I could ever hope to have gotten at Reuters thus far).
After a little back-and-forth banter about what should go in, stay out, be reworded, and a general talk on the confines of wire-service features, the final product emerged. I've gotta say, Print Features was one of the only subjects in my 2 yrs of this degree, in which I truly found myself questioning whether I've got what it takes to be a writer. Surrounded by unbelieveably brilliant ones, I actually felt like maybe that aspect of the industry, though I'd always aspired to end up in it, wasn't for me. This really gave me hope that maybe I've still got a shot at it. And though what ended up being published is totally different to what was probably envisioned by the magazine-style class objectives we'd been taught, I'm really proud of it. This is particularly because this was the first story I've written for Reuters, for which the idea, contacts and research were entirely done by me, and most of it was retained for the final version.
Sadly, this is probably also going to be the last one published from the Sydney bureau, as I leave them in a few short weeks time to go overseas. Hopefully there'll be more on the way with Reuters in London, but for that we'll just have to wait and see.
[Update: It can now be found on Reuters India, Yahoo! News, AOL News and Sydney Australia Lawyer News.]
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Where I Stood - Missy Higgins
Yes, she's constantly emo, with not-too-melodic tunes and a constant expression of bewilderment slash frustration slash deep mediation creased into her face. But I still like Missy Higgins, and particularly- the song "Where I stood". Before I youtubed/googled it I thought the lyrics were a little different though, and its interesting that just a few minor monosyllabic words could make such a difference to the story of a song. Both- the purposeful, and the accidental, are equally profound.
The words in brackets are the words I thought they were:
I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none
There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening
'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you (me)
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
See I thought love was black and white
That (But) it was wrong or it was right
But you (I) ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside
'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you (me)
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do
'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you (me)
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood
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The words in brackets are the words I thought they were:
I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none
There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening
'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you (me)
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
See I thought love was black and white
That (But) it was wrong or it was right
But you (I) ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside
'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you (me)
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do
'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you (me)
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood
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When it Rains it pours.
There aren't enough photos on this site.
Rain during the interview- (Reuters/David Gray)
So cheesy-- smitten! =p
Baris (Head of Reuters TV), Rain
Check out the article here. More later!
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Rain during the interview- (Reuters/David Gray)
So cheesy-- smitten! =p
Baris (Head of Reuters TV), Rain
Check out the article here. More later!
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Lyrics to keep in mind on Valentine's Day, 2007.
"This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again"
- 'On the Radio'- Regina Spektor
"If the moon had to run away
And all the stars didn't wanna play
Don't waste the sun on a rainy day
The wind will soon blow it all away"
- 'Shine on'- Jet
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You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again"
- 'On the Radio'- Regina Spektor
"If the moon had to run away
And all the stars didn't wanna play
Don't waste the sun on a rainy day
The wind will soon blow it all away"
- 'Shine on'- Jet
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