Now and then I feel a bit sorry for myself... my life is not the most thrilling one on the planet, and I do have my share of problems; not everything is always copacetic. But I'm also realistic enough to realize how much I've been blessed. Especially when I see a movie like the one I just finished watching, La Vie en Rose, about the life of Edith Piaf. How one person can survive such a hard life is beyond me: her parents deserted her; she was raised in a brothel; numerous important people in her life died suddenly, violently and tragically.
It was probably just over a year ago that I really became aware of who she was, and began familiarizing myself with her music. Thankfully, they used recordings of her voice for the film - it is so distinctive, they couldn't have gotten away with anything else.
I love her songs, "Hymne à l'amour" and "Non, je ne regrette rien". Both are so passionately sung that one doesn't need to know French at all to appreciate them. Here's a bit of film of her singing probably her most well known song, and the title song of the movie, La Vie en Rose.
Not tremendously controversial, not tremendously deep, simply stuff I think about and don't want to lose on my way...
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Sherlock Holmes, in A Study in Scarlett, explained to Watson why he didn't know the composition of the solar system and several other things that were considered common knowledge of educated people. He compared our brains to attics that have a limited amount of space:
"Depend upon it - there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones."
I'd like to have a place to remember all the things that get elbowed out of my brain by new information. Either that, or I'm just emptying out my brain to make room for more!
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