I've always associated love, death and dreams together. I guess true love is a kind of dying (une petit morte as it were) to one's ego and hence something to be both feared and desired in equal measure. To paraphrase Mark Twain: I have always loved life so I hope I shall love death. That is one of the reasons we made Catherine Anyango's artwork for the aforesaid album as a real life blank Last Will and Testament form. You can complete this for the benefit of your loved ones if you haven't done one already (most of us, unable to contemplate the idea of our demise, have not).
Personally I find spending time thinking about my own inevitable end a useful prompt to love my friends and foes rather better.
I hope to meet you at our Paris show or perhaps at one of our shows in Gent, Brussel or Alsace that proceed it but if I don't, above is a song on the theme at hand - it is a demo and rather ragged so forgive me for that. And, so as not to get too sentimental, here is Woody Allen on the matter:
“I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.”
See you on the other side then?
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I wish! Alas, I am firmly stuck on my side of the Atlantic.
I do love Brussels, with its golden Belle Époque cafes (Le Metropole is a favourite.) You are fortunate to live so close.
I am also in the process of planning a 48 hour excursion to Paris - the catacombs + Pere Larchaise are already on the itenerary. Please say bonjour to Oscar for me and tell him that I'm coming for him.
Wow, that just sounded dirty.
Love & Death, Eros & Thanatos...
Dreams guide us as intuition does through life.
When you think about your end, what do you see ?
I used to have premonitions of a car crash but I hope it will be sitting on the lawn by the river at the little house in West Wales in late summer - and with a gin and tonic in hand..
Haha ! with a gin tonic ! it is a very zen picture. (With a dandy touch). Then, the sun tells goodbye, and angels says hi !
(oh, and never think about your fears, or you'll make them happen)
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