donderdag 20 september 2018

Stilheid









































Vrijgevigheid

Daar staat ze met haar
open armen tijdloze 
grootheid sinds jaar en dag
mag in haar klimmen
mag op haar landen
mag snikkend schuilen
onder haar loof.

Omarm daar graag 
haar omgangsvormen 
en nestel eerst als is
beloofd echt vaker 
langs te zullen komen
aleer de herfst het
 vuur zacht dooft.

Daar, voor het gaan
proef ik haar vruchten
de smaak van God's 
menslievendheid
al wiegend blaast ze 
met haar adem mij
roerloos uit en in de tijd.



Voor alle bomen, Hedy
26 augustus 2015 - 19 september 2018

Tom Waits - Martha

Tom Waits - Martha (Rare Live Performance) Denver, CO 1974

Operator, number, please
It's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
While I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all

And those were the days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day

And I feel so much older now
And you're much older too
How's your husband?
And how's your kids?
You know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
'Cause we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature

And those were the days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day

And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am
And all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
And Martha, Martha
I love you can't you see?

And those were the days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrows
We'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day

And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you

Writers: TOM WAITS


vrijdag 14 september 2018

Indian Summer


Geen wolkje aan de lucht. Schuur in de beits, bank ik de lak. Van wit, monumentengroen naar grachtengroen. Je ziet het pas als het er op zit. En dan vakantie, met de belofte van een tropische toegift. Indian Summer! Ik kan wel zingen van geluk. Dat vraagt om slapen onder een naakte sterrenhemel.









september 2018

My Death - Bowie

My Death - David Bowie


My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that - and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think of that or the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you.


My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Let's not think about the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think about the passing time
But what ever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil I don't care
For in front of that door there is you


My death waits there among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there, in a double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
So pull up the sheets against the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil... I don't care
For in front of that door there is you.





It's Only Natural - Crowded House

Uitgebracht in 1991 en toch sta je dan tijdens het koken ineens dat nummer te zingen. 
Soort van 'mind-pop', maar dan wel een heel vrolijke. Hoezo, muziek-regressie? 
Voor je het weet zing je de hele dag dat het alleen maar heel natuurlijk is ...



Ice will melt, water will boil You and I can shake off this mortal coil It's bigger than us You don't have to worry about it Ready or not, here comes the drop You feel lucky when you know where you are Y'know, it's gonna come true Here in your arms, I remember It's only natural That I should want to be there with you It's only natural That you should feel the same way, too It's easy when you don't try going on first impressions Man in a cage has made his confession Now, you've seen me at my worst And it won't be the last time I'm down there I want you to know I feel completely at ease Read me like a book That's fallen down between your knees Please, let me have my way with you It's only natural That I should want to be there with you It's only natural That you should feel the same way, too It's circumstantial It's nothing written in the sky And we don't even have to try But we'll be shaking like mud Buildings of glass Sink into the bay They'll be under the rocks again You don't have to say I know you're afraid It's only natural That I should want to be there with you It's only natural That you should feel the same way, too It's circumstantial It's something I was born to It's only natural Can I help it if I want to?"

donderdag 13 september 2018

Händel Goes Wild

Een buiging voor een compositie die alle toegangswegen naar het hart met onmiddellijke ingang open weet te gooien. Het was even slikken te vernemen dat voor 2018 alle concerten in Nederland van L'Arpeggiata zijn uitverkocht. Mijn voornemen was het concert in TivoliVredenburg bij te wonen, alleen al voor het herbeleven van mooie concert-herinneringen die in Utrecht liggen. 

Hoe zou het er nu zijn, hoe zou het er klinken?

Slenteren over de Oude Gracht met haar werven, koffie drinken op het Ledig Erf, lopen door de Biltstraat, daar een zijstraat in schieten en even kijken en voelen voor het huis waar ik woonde, wijn drinken in Springhaver Café ... De keren dat ik daar met vriendinnen na afloop van een film zat, weet ik niet meer te tellen. 'The unbearable lightness of being' werd uitgebracht in 1988. Ik was begin twintig. Jaren geleden, maar het hart houdt iedere warme herinnering jong.

Alleen in de uithoeken van het land zijn nog enkele plaatsen beschikbaar voor het concert van L'arpeggiata. Leeuwarden, Maastricht, of nog gekker Gent in België. Praktisch lastig. Ik heb in de zon zitten dromen en zoemen met hommels en ben iedere concertagenda uit het oog verloren. Daarom mezelf vandaag getrakteerd op een download van iTunes Store. 'Handel Goes Wild', met een hemels Ombra mai fu. 

En nu aan het werk: Schuren, schilderen, stoffen, stofzuigen, bed opmaken. Muziek aan. Zachtjes, want de buurman houdt van House.


Ombra mai fu (Aria di Serse, from Serse HWV 40)