Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

this year, as always, more things to be thankful for

just the fact of being alive is the biggest gift i got

and then a new home

and my mom's company

and the clouds, and the moon, and the stars

and the sun... i sound like a John Lennon song

Lennon days

yesterday watched Lennon Naked
this British documentary at PBS' Contemporary Masterpiece
interesting but nothing like tonight's edition
of American Masters
Lennon NYC, hope you are watching or watch too

amazing story, great interviews, Yoko included
of John's time in NYC and LA

what a wonderful man he was!
all genius, so sincere, what a big heart

Watch the full episode. See more American Masters.

Lennon on Sunday
Lennon on Monday
i could take it all days of all months
of all weeks

"Ah, böwakawa poussé, poussé"

one of my favorites
John Lennon's songs is
#9 Dream

and after about 25 years of
have listened to it
i never really knew all the lyrics to it

english is my second language
but rock music
[properly and by definition written in English]
is my first choice

and many times i have fallen in love
with a song, without understanding all what
the singer was singing, i could fall in love
with a song just
'cause it 'freaking rocked'!!
heck yes!

but tonight, after 25 years or so
i realized, a-ha!! Web-reka!!
this is what the internetsss are for!
to look-up what the heck is john lennon babbling
over some bucka bucka come-so come-so (???)
[what i made of it!...]
so indeed!
i googled the lyrics to the song
and yep! the words really meant nothing
just something on a dream
but then i googled more!
and remembered this great site
SongFacts
[just wish the data base was bigger already
and more to my favorite musical genders oriented]
so here the ideas, i guess more than facts
over #9Dream
i bet John looks from the sky at us
laughing at our attempts to decipher
his stoned dreams, ha! what a crazy
great lunatic man he was, admirable!
just a lovely john lennon dream though
his #9 dream, by the way...
his dream has given me so many hours of pleasure!
and...
"Ah, böwakawa poussé, poussé"
"Ah, böwakawa poussé, poussé"
now... i endlich know...



i recommend you to get rid of your shoes!
and sing along, and if you want and nobody is
watching, you should dance too...

funny things at an asian store and rain, john lennon too

you realize that your emotions might be playing with your lucidity*
when
you are in a chinese/korean/japanese supermarket, a big big store
and while buying some tea & snacks for the after lunch
then the indecipherable broadcast on the store’s amplifier recites sales, offers, and more! (all chinese so…)

in between offers carefully presented and distributed in amounts and percents by each aisle
(the numbers were in anglais so… )
they let play the tackiest version of john lennon’s jealous guy
it sounds straight from a jukebox, or a boy’s toy
it is at least an octave high and fast as if john had too much green tea
from the one on special on aisle 15

you remember the feelings, the words, you are about to start to let your heart melt deliquesce and cry cry

then the announcement, the sales the offers in chinese again loud & feelings interrupt

you realized you are just lost… you laugh at yourself or whatever you thought once lost
scared the feeling away while laughing, somehow melancholic but happy that you can still miss someone afar
even as eating panda-shaped cookies with bellies full of a pinkish substantial strawberry jelly
fictional as the character you thought you were in your own life

and I never believe before that one grow to become what we thought we could be
even though at my 36 I am so similar to my dreams at 12: an astronaut I wanted to be, eternally in love with the stars and an incredible man living in mars, with glasses and books, very much like harry potter and yet very far

today I am space-cadet not NASA title but hey! I can really fly high… the devoted one to, still in time in space very afar, maybe never reachable will be, but what life without dreams or great expectations would be…

poor ones those that have all that can desire and then reach, as wilde said: the illusion is the first of the pleasures my friend… now to cry with lennon again…

*(lucidity being out on vacation for so long had to be replaced by a lunatic-dreamy-fascination arising the belief that, in this world, at least half the population could be as idealistic/romantic as you…)