He stumbled into faith and thought
God, there is all there is
The picture in his mind arose
And began to breathe
And all the gods and all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue
Blue lips, blue veins
He took a step but then felt tired
He said I'll rest a little while
But when he tried to walk again
He wasn't a child
And all the people hurried fast, real fast
And no one ever smiled
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the colour of our planet
From far, far away
Blue lips. blue veins
Blue, the colour of our planet
From far, far away
(excerpt from Regina Spektor's lyrics to Blue Lips)
Under the majestic dome of the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall, Regina Spektor's voice soared and dipped like a bird over the ocean as she played a 'very best of' for two bliss-filled hours.
At times I felt like I was in a swirling eddy as the petite virtuoso's fingers flew across the piano keys while she performed her beautiful - and often funny - songs without a break.
At one point (and I can't remember the song), she sang, played the piano and beat a drum stick on a wooden chair beside her. It was all perfectly synchronised. I can barely do the rubbing tummy in a circle thingy while patting my head at the same time, so I was blown away by her amazing talent.
What a memorable night. Love her, love her, love her.
Now it's off to Byron Bay to recuperate from hectic Sydney.
Au revoir for a little while.
4 comments:
Oh, and by the way Manfred, this looks like a plug for your joint in Byron, which I would never be able to afford. I'm staying in very nice budget accommodation.
So there! So, thank you for NOT reading my blog.
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