Wednesday, July 1. 2009
Talking about gaps
Do we ever realise how different our worlds are?
Last night I went along with a friend who sang Karaoke in a beautiful bar named Lucky's Manhattan, which I love to attend quite frequently. You can always feel home there whoever you are. And proving this, it was fantastic. We had a good time. (On the other hand, how is that possible if love floats like sorrow?)
Well, my favourite was P!NK's "Sober" which my friend did not sing, but some beautiful lady with an awesome voice. (My friend sang a song I really like, too, "Dream a Little Dream", by Mama Cass. But it wasn't such a surprise. He's my neighbour, and he sings songs like that every day - 24/7!)
Tommorrow night, though, another friend has bound me in honour and discipline, to come to his Mendelssohn concert. Apparently, the master was born 200 years ago. Can you believe it? I love that dear friend of mine, (even if he'd never ever accompany me to a Karaoke bar) and I know it will be a great experience, listening to him with his flying hands on black and white, reinterpreting Master Mendelssohn.
But talking about gaps. Here I m again, jumping across a big one.
Last night I went along with a friend who sang Karaoke in a beautiful bar named Lucky's Manhattan, which I love to attend quite frequently. You can always feel home there whoever you are. And proving this, it was fantastic. We had a good time. (On the other hand, how is that possible if love floats like sorrow?)
Well, my favourite was P!NK's "Sober" which my friend did not sing, but some beautiful lady with an awesome voice. (My friend sang a song I really like, too, "Dream a Little Dream", by Mama Cass. But it wasn't such a surprise. He's my neighbour, and he sings songs like that every day - 24/7!)
Tommorrow night, though, another friend has bound me in honour and discipline, to come to his Mendelssohn concert. Apparently, the master was born 200 years ago. Can you believe it? I love that dear friend of mine, (even if he'd never ever accompany me to a Karaoke bar) and I know it will be a great experience, listening to him with his flying hands on black and white, reinterpreting Master Mendelssohn.
But talking about gaps. Here I m again, jumping across a big one.
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