Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Personalised Zebra Napkins

History of songs: The spark




must have been in 2002 or 2003 when you click on the cork from my home studio (the walls are all lined with plates of 2 mm) the following sign: the spark / BUT HAVE TO BLOW . It's like I said Serrat was so recorded, "I take that inspiration at work." Instead Picasso seemed not to need any of that, he was not looking, he found. Not all study written cork are mine, sometimes mysterious phrases appearing with me for years and I can not remember where they come, I have hung things people have written me, so pretty, I think never I'm going to remove, and occasionally write some ideas which I see the future and click there to see if breeding, to see if seeing it and watching it foam, stretches and ends up somewhere.
The spark jumps like a frog, a sprite, sometimes when you least expect it, but normally, when the atmosphere is warm, and the concern that something will go, something you want to say is incubating. I slept so often on the laurels of the spark, to think things sometimes and you think you are done ... It is true that the previous idea that lights you up is important, but there comes a time when you start to get things, I was realizing, and I wrote this sign to remind me, eat glory but you will know by what works (uf, and the double meanings emerge), we must be aware of the slaughter, saying Uncle Ramon.
About three years ago one day I took inspired and wrote a long string that pulls the hot ear of the fly in the face. When I finished, I looked at the wall and there it was waiting for the chorus, I saluted and went. I began to sing, and well, but over time I realized I did not like something, I do not sound right. A few months later I finally saw what had happened: the words loose what they have, even if you do not realize, and I were saying that it is also the spark that lights the fuse discord, violence and war, that the message was ambiguous. Aaalto, then no, there should not blow!
The song had a sort of fall-bridge after the fourth stanza, "when it's cold I trust anyone, and I stayed on the bridge, giving up the chorus, the song is not required. And then the spark will be that of primitive man seeking the warmth, rubbing the sticks to set the power to communicate with itself and with others. This is the story of the spark, that sometimes there and sometimes you have to blow it off ...