The narrative reaches a point when trying to make sense of something equates putting all your energy to create a new illusion so not to face the fact that it all was built on an erroneous notion of ourselves, although it would have been impossible to realise that before having lived the life experience that led to the point when the narrative reaches a point when...
Night time musing. Oh well... insomnia again.
Final days for the score of Song Lang, yet still a lot of music to revise and edit or new music to write... I had to... enrich the sound of the string ensemble, so I recorded a bit of my cello playing - 'playing' is a euphemism to describe what I did, but well, long notes to hold, I can manage!
Bientôt fini!!!
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I (finally) received the contract for the film yesterday and I was slightly amused by the mention stating that "I shouldn't be drinking nor playing cards during work".
Obviously, the production company knows nought when it comes to dealing with composers. The contract was obviously made for the technicians...
Dream: I was with my brother at a concert. I was attending a gig given by a friend. A large section in the middle was inaccessible, as it was reserved for the VIP - the Silver Triangle as they called it. But there was nobody in there. Then the concert began. There was a gigantic screen. The stage was miniscule. And Björk appeared... Björk? For some reason, I was totally indifferent to that (when I love Björk in real life). My brother and I left after the first song and we walked toward the nearest metro station. During all the time, not a single word was exchanged...
Sad and odd.
