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新歌嗎？
這時我才真正怨恨公司的破爛電腦連sound card也沒有。

近來可好？

是03年的﹐很苦悶那種:p

最近上班時偶爾得做一些多餘的事﹐所以大概課程一完就迫不及待要走了。我真是個不持久的人。我想我需要找一個'berdedikasi'的老師。哈﹐借口。

你們的書怎麼還沒弄好？

之前我有跟蜘蛛提起說8月31號來搞點熱鬧﹐因為公共假期我才跑得開。麗念也很想辦一場好玩的﹐不過沒下文啦...

你有新歌要放上來丫！

有一天，蜘蛛和芷若找了我去喝酒
然後才發現
原來在創作裡苦悶的人還不只是我一個人
後來拿了三天假期躲在房間休息
最後一天的假期跑步回來
不小心竟然寫了一首歌
後來陸續出了兩首
太興奮了，半夜還叫蜘蛛來聽我唱歌
tcp，我喜歡這種感覺
創作需要互相鼓勵互相影響是真的
起碼對我而言是如此
我剛買了麥克風
要把三首新歌錄上來了
加油加油
我也想搞些東西
我們策劃一下吧
上次那場說在ole的，沒有後續
有消息我會找你們

嘿我說真的
我們搞些東西吧
我覺得這些對創作都有一定的催化作用

快錄快錄

8/31或9/1你覺得會不會太急？
我那時是建議﹐我們幾個人在家裡自己練﹐大概5首歌﹐借個地方隨便若無其事地唱就好了﹐不做宣傳。
比如wow wow之類的地方﹐或是大將﹐下午唱也沒關係﹐意思意思。

應該可以吧。哈哈，tcp你這個“意思意思”還真有意思。我之前在朋友的家，也是沒做宣傳就意思意思唱了一個小時。聽歌的人加上主辦的人才11個。不過完全沒有壓力。

可是蜘蛛不是去走倫敦橋了嗎？

我覺得在民歌餐廳比較好。
起碼不必煩技術上的問題。

聽說蜘蛛回來了耶﹐不過還沒聯絡上

Hi tcp,

Do you write tunes? Pardon my ignorance, I think "November" is mesmerizing; its melody and lyrics.

I just wish if someone can transform the first six lines of T.S. Eliot's Wasteland into a song...

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

dear C,

very surprising:)
wonder where did you come from...

well, there was a time i wished to turn Eliot's 'The Love Song for J. Alfred Prufrock' into melody
afterall it was just a dream:p

have u tried to write tunes for Wasteland?
i like his peoms very much
but not sure whether i could sing it or not....

tcp,

How I wish I can play a musical instrument... I can't write tune, I can't be Elton, but I would like to be a Bernie Taupin. Think of a colaboration? ;)

I write poetry. I'd like to venture into lyrics.

dear C,

we will definitely like to see another Bernie!
but i couldn't be Elton neither, cuz i dono when i'll be writing tunes
it comes all of a sudden
most importantly i'm a piano idiot:p
anyway i still wish to sing Wasteland someday^^

would you mind posting some of ur poems here?
or email me?

cheers!

tcp,

I'm quite flattered by your invitation. Herein presents a recent poem of mine,



'Aftermath'

How many poets marry his muse,
his childhood sweetheart?
First sight is the Mother of cues.
First sight is divine mold.
Poet remembers a spark
how glaring-- in time, heart-shattering,
yet always mysteriously,
serendipitously nutrient to soul.






P.S. Feel free to give comment.

Aftermath

How many poets marry his muse,

his childhood sweetheart?

First sight is the Mother of cues.

First sight is divine mold.

Poet remembers a spark

how glaring-- in time, heart-shattering,

yet always mysteriously,

serendipitously nutrient to soul.

Dear C,

i think this is a good work
and the title is brilliant!
the rhythm sounds a bit like Neruda (i'm quite sure that this guy won't annoy you)
the word 'serendipitous' is always a perfect term for poetry -- and poets are serendippers don't u agree?^^

let us read more of ur writings.

tcp,

It's interesting to be compared to Pablo Neruda, but I never really read his work, maybe I should put more effort than just glancing over. I don't know how my lines could have been consonant with Neruda's, not sure if he crafted any English poem, maybe you can share your favorite of Neruda's work with me. You're not sure if Neruda would annoy me, actually I heard that he was kinda morally doubious in political affairs, and people got murdered because of his instigation or involvement. Don't worry I won't be annoyed, I accept the fact that being a poet doesn't mean one has to be morally flawless. And History will give Neruda a fair treatment someday.

I will share with you from time to time if I have any new poem ;)