ACCORDION

spilling crimson says....
 Accordion appeared in popular music from the 1900s-1960s. This half century is often called the "Golden Age of the Accordion". Three players, Pietro Frosini and the two brothers Count Guido Deiro andPietro Deiro, were major influences at this time.

Most Vaudeville theaters closed during the Great Depression, but accordionists during 1930s-1950s taught and performed for radio. During the 1950s through the 1980s the accordion received significant exposure on television with performances by Myron Floren on The Lawrence Welk Show. In the late 1950s and early 1960s, the accordion declined in popularity.

A folk accordionist 2009

In popular music, it is now generally considered exotic or old-fashioned to include the accordion, especially in music for advertisements. Some popular acts do use the instrument in their distinctive sounds. A notable example is Grammy Award winningparodist "Weird Al" Yankovic, who plays the accordion on many of his musical tracks, particularly his polkas. Yankovic was trained in the accordion as a child.

1831, from German Akkordion, from Akkord "musical chord, concord of sounds, be in tune" (cf. Italian accordare "to attune an instrument"); ultimately from same source as English accord (v.), with suffix on analogy of clarion, etc. Invented 1829 by piano-maker Cyrill Demian (1772-1847) of Vienna.

"CHARISMA X - IANNIS XENAKIS"

spilling crimson says...

.I am trying hard to do something different and new, so it is like running 100 meters and being at the same time very fast.  You have to try without any conquest, without trying to be the maximal of yourself when you are doing something.
Iannis Xenakis
“Art, and above all, music has a fundamental function, which is to catalyze the sublimation that it can bring about through all means of expression. It must aim through fixations which are landmarks to draw towards a total exaltation in which the individual mingles, losing his consciousness in a truth immediate, rare, enormous, and perfect. If a work
of art succeeds in this undertaking even for a single moment, it attains its goal. This tremendous truth is not made of objects, emotions, or sensations; it is beyond these, as Beethoven's Seventh Symphony is beyond music. This is why art can lead to realms that religion still occupies for some people.” 

Fear of the dark-scotophobia (separation anxiety disorder by Freud)

spilling crimson says..
..Some researchers, beginning with Sigmund Freud, consider the fear of the dark as a manifestation of separation anxiety disorder

Separation anxiety disorder is a psychological condition in which an individual experiences excessive anxietyregarding separation from home or from people to whom the individual has a strong emotional attachment(like a father, mother, grandparents, and brothers or sisters). Separation Anxiety Disorder (SAD), is characterized by significant and recurrent amounts of worry upon (or anticipation of) separation from a child or adolescent's home or from those to whom the child or adolescent is attached.

Those suffering from SAD may worry about losing their parents and/or getting lost or kidnapped. They often refuse to go to certain places (e.g., school) because of fears of separation, or become extremely fearful when they are left alone without their parents. These children and adolescents may also refuse to sleep alone, experience nightmares about separation, or experience various physical complaints (e.g., body-aches, nausea) when separated from their parents. Separation anxiety may cause significant impairment in important areas of functioning, (e.g., academic and social). The duration of this problem must last for at least four weeks and must present itself before the child is 18 years of age.

The fear of the dark is a common fear among children and to a varying degree is observed for adults. Fear of the dark is usually not fear of the darkness itself, but fear of possible or imagined dangers concealed by the darkness. Some degree of fear of the dark is natural, especially as a phase of child development. Most observers report that fear of the dark seldom appears before the age of 2 years.^[ When fear of the dark reaches a degree that is severe enough to be considered pathological, it is sometimes called nyctophobia (from Greek νυξ, "night" and φοβια, phobia), scotophobia, from σκότος - "darkness", or lygophobia, from λυγή - "twilight" and achluophobia.

 Wikipedia

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

spilling crimson says....Dar
i“If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.” 

“Nine requisites for contented living: 

Health enough to make work a pleasure.
Wealth enough to support your needs.
Strength to battle with difficulties and overcome them.
Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them.
Patience enough to toil until some good is accomplished.
Charity enough to see some good in your neighbor.
Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others.
Faith enough to make real the things of God.
Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.”

“I love those who yearn for the impossible.” 

“Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.” 

 ideas are like chessmen moved forward; they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Bluebird ~ Charles Bukowski's poem

Bluebird
Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

Whiter Shade Of Pale ~François, Duc de La Rochefoucauld,

spilling crimson says....AFrançois, Duc de La Rochefoucauld

The pleasure of love is in loving.

The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it.

The passions are the only orators that always persuade.

The passions often engender their contraries.

Nothing is less sincere than our mode of asking and giving advice. He who asks seems to have a deference for the opinion of his friend, while he only aims to get approval of his own and make his friend responsible for his action. And he who gives advice repays the confidence supposed to be placed in him by a seemingly disinterested zeal, while he seldom means anything by his advice but his own interest or reputation.

Emily Dickinson Quite Empty Quite at Rest

spilling crimson says

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Emily Dickinson



....Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Emily Dickinson

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU~The End of the Affair~

spilling crimson says....The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” 


― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel; sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.”

“I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.” 

“I became aware that our love was doomed; love had turned into a love affair with a beginning and an end. I could name the very moment when it had begun, and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour. When she left the house I couldn't settle to work. I would reconstruct what we had said to each other; I would fan myself into anger or remorse. And all the time I knew I was forcing the pace. I was pushing, pushing the only thing I loved out of my life. As long as I could make believe that love lasted I was happy; I think I was even good to live with, and so love did last. But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death; I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.” 

“If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?” 

“Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?” 

“And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.” 

“I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.” 

“When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.” 

Look for me . Do not stop .(cercami-Renato Zero)

spilling crimson says....Inno alla vita.....grande poesia
Look for me 
as when and where you want 
Look for me 
is easier than ever before 
Look for me 
not only in need 
You find me 
with the desire and commitment 
reinventami 
If I want to 
look for me more then 
I'll come back 
if you return you 
have intrusive been 
too I know 
the clown of all time 
also But this was love 
This life has already punished  
too many truths  
that are left inside 
Now that effort that you 
pretend it is the joy 
bitter disillusionment as 
I am here 
insultami, feriscimi 
am so 
you take me or remove me 
so now 
you are mine say that man ever 
you expect 
I will drink 
the insecurity that give me 
my soul 
will silence her as well 
If ever I live 
in this underground  
forever 
Trust 
who have a weight of my years 
Trust 
that surprised you do not 
have what you see 
I claims have not 
you believe me if you really 
stop to look out not 
this life has already punished  
Dissatisfaction here 
easily reached He's got 
so little skilful we 
never doubt for 
an indecent liberties 
I am here 
I will serve you just 
will not stay 
a reserve this no 
After you 
what other alternative 
can save us 
I'm staying 
put at risk my days 
so uncomfortable 
because I can not keep silent 
now know 
without a motive 
would not live 
anyway 
Look for me 
Look for me 
Do not stop 
Do not stop

Monaco

♫Monaco - Jean Francois Maurice♫

yasmin levy - una noche mas

I feel your breath every time you move your lips and make my eyes losing the sight of my narrow life spreading my mind on your shape . Engaging my life on your need dressed your bleeding colours like a whisper in your desperate voice of my truth.Forgive my prescious, the trembling morning thoughts of your riddle. Vanish the silent moments of my elusive touch on my memories , as flawed gems some of us we live emotions engulfing and losing the aim... 

spilling crimson says....I remember your picture moving away The earth sank under my feet sank in the ground The will of my feet I went callendome callendome vacuum vacuum Without being able agarar to life without being able to life agarar How could I imagine as I could imagine I had something to give What had something to give I in my maturity and your Self in me and your maturity In your prime of life in your prime of life The years Unforgiven The Unforgiven years Only I beg you please just give me that

  " I am proud to combine the two cultures of Ladino and flamenco, while mixing in Middle Eastern influences. I am embarking on a 500 years old musical journey, taking Ladino to Andalusia and mixing it with flamenco, the style that still bears the musical memories of the old Moorish and Jewish-Spanish world with the sound of the Arab world. In a way it is a ‘musical reconciliation’ of history."
Y.LEVY

Risk- taking for love

music video To be with you Jamie O'Neal

spilling crimson says....

Go for someone who is not only proud to have you, but will also take every risk just to be with you.

If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged    Virginia Woolf  Risk! Risk for love! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth. Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when the person looks back-she will hear her heart    Paulo Coelho facebook Spilling-crimson