ello Darling! Its me Luv – it’s Reggie! Darling, I mentioned this quote from the artist El Greco today... I paint because the spirits whisper madly inside my head And I was trying to explain to the lads the reason why his art became popular 500 years ago and remains popular till this very day was because some modern artists, like himself, began to distort shapes and forms for their own expressive purposes. Leading to this discussion which I called... Art needs to go into the unknown - not knowing Lads, in the early seventies every serious student of art and music in South Africa & Australia shared two things in common. They all had a copy of Abbey Road by The Beatles and a copy of Cold Fact by Rodriguez And although no-one in America or Britain ever heard of this Mexican immigrant from Michigan, Rodriguez achieved the recognition of Dylan or Lennon & McCartney without any of the monetary gain one would expect. But, more importantly Rodriquez never knew of his fame or what his music meant to a group of college students from across the sea until some 40 years later with the Oscar award winning film Searching for Sugar Man https://youtube/watch?v=hVdWXqtk484 (luv, would you give his song a lissen?) Flicking Stones at Your Window Youd think that people Would have had enough of silly love songs? But I look around me and I see it isnt so. Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs And whats wrong with that? Id like to know, Cause here I go again I love you, I love you, I love you (Paul McCartney) Chapter 1 It was a time in me life that I always enjoyed because I would reflect on me past by reading old journals that I wrote Oh, so many years ago And one went something like this... Theres something very peaceful when someone you love takes time out of their day to share their thoughts & dreams and lissening became my way of paying respect to her. Ya see, most confuse lissening with hearing when lissening is really about understanding & sharing. And I always knew that one day Id miss the days we had But, when she read me this poem I fell silent... The Other Side of the Desk Have you ever thought just a wee little bit of how it would seem to be a misfit, And how you would feel if you had to sit on the other side of the desk? Have you ever looked at the woman who seemed a bum, as she sat before you, nervous…dumb… And thought of the courage it took her to come to the other side of the desk? Have you thought of her dreams that went astray, of the hard, real facts of her every day, Of the things in her life that make her stay on the other side of the desk? Did you make her feel that she was full of greed, make her ashamed of her race or creed, Or did you reach out to her in her time of need on the other side of the desk? May God give us wisdom and lots of it, and much compassion and plenty of grit So that we may be kinder to those who sit on the other side of the desk. (anonymous) And after she finished I turned to her and said... Darling, in a way the world is a very small place indeed for those who share a passion like yours (fade to black)
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