Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

9 August - Iraqi proms

Fee sad for a lot of people a lot of the time. This is one such occasion. A room full of Iraquis, a large room since it's the RAH, and they're listenign to a mixture of old /traditional songs and some new arrangemetns born of a collaboration between the established star and a protegee. The songs sound sad, the people are nicely dressed, probably your longterm London Iraqui and maybe not just the ones who had to leave and can't go back. By now they probably can go back but who would want to since it universally looks like hell and you could die in some mistake cross fire etc etc.
Anyway, I feel sad for anyone who has songs that mean nothing to someone else like me. Not my culture though it's very reminiscent of many others, certainly in melody style or singing style.

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