Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Mood Indigo.

Billie Holiday on the radio as I leave the toilet room at Mc Donalds (where I rarely eat, but buy my espresso at)..I walk past the Steinway shop next to my flat, and think of Raphael, once again, running his hands over the keys of a piano.

What a sight it must be. I remember where I first heard that song in 2001, Fionnuala McMeekin- old scottish-irish blue blood, and just about to finish her PhD at one of the Oxford Colleges (I think St. Peter's?), had a stack of tapes underneath her bed. She gave them to me to copy, and remember not liking the depressive undertones of the singer. I liked some fragments of her voice, though, the part where you can hear her strength shine through. :)

fionnuala was a true beauty, dating an Italian at the time, but seriously unhappy in her life. her father was some high level manager at Mercedes Benz, if I am not mistaken..she was a rare find, even those days, even in that supposedly sophisticated environment. She is one of those people I lost contact with- and I really regret it. She wrote her thesis on Platos Symposium- and I was a very sophisticated young girl back then. Until I realized..it doesn't help. the world needs practical action. And I hope that science in the next decade to come will deliver (me) some tools to use for what Wilhelm Reich intended to do: heal the world.