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November 16th, 2010
07:08 pm I haven't felt as lost, here, as I had been expecting to. There's something to be said for old connections, and for the music that tends to vibrate through people even across cultures.
( Private to Greeks )
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October 29th, 2010
09:35 pm - 001 And so I find myself in this city again. Concrete and steel and too familiar streets. There are, I feel, friendly faces here, scattered in crowds, perhaps even family, but I'm tired, and I had to look in on my temple, be sure that it had been cared for in my absence.
Is Hecate still in this city? Morpheus? Are my Mother and my Aunts? My shipmates? I will have to feel for them. But, first, sleep. Or perhaps some small distractions.
( Private )
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June 23rd, 2009
09:21 pm Father's Day is peculiar - was peculiar. My own father is nothing more than a footnote to me, and how many of our kind, of our age, would say the same? My son, though... I was a father before I was ready, before I had found the woman I would have gladly had sons with, made a life with. He deserved better than being born before I knew who I was and what I was capable of.
Still, better that he was. I was a selfish, too easily distracted father. But he lived while I could still give him at least a part of myself. While I still cared enough about him and about life to give him music, to let me mother and aunts teach him. After her, that would never have been possible.
Until now.
Alright, enough musings. Here is a funnier lesson I've learned from this new world just recently, after I'd thought that all the lessons it had to teach I'd already noticed: You should never, when hiring a landscaping company, tell them to bring you one of every Classical statue in their stock. On the up side, the garden of the Temple will have a fountain, and it will have statuary. Quite a lot of statuary. I'll have to do that fucking concert in August now whether I want to or not, just to pay for the damn things.
( Statues )
( Private to Asterion )
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June 14th, 2009
07:35 pm I had forgotten just how much trouble month long hangovers could be.
( Private to All Greeks )
( Private to Mother and my Aunts )
( Private to Hecate )
( Private to the Dioscuri )
( Completely Private ) Current Mood: contemplative
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June 11th, 2009
06:13 pm - Martin Post: Mortals Only You should see what those trashrag paparazzi notices did for his iTunes and pre-release sales. Through the fucking roof! Who's in the house? I'm in the house! Sometimes I love my job.
( Private )
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May 24th, 2009
May 13th, 2009
May 4th, 2009
12:13 pm It has been a very long time since I have been fitted for a suit. From what I remember, it never required quite that much groping around the inseam.
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April 24th, 2009
April 21st, 2009
09:47 pm ( Private to Pollux ) Current Mood: worried
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April 14th, 2009
05:13 pm Θυμάμαι.
The last time I was in a recording studio, I was playing piano for MGM's first talkies. They have changed quite dramatically.
( Private to Family and to Castor, Pollux, and Heracles )
( Private to Asterion )
( Private to Hecate )
( OOC )
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April 3rd, 2009
10:19 am Strange tidings, these days bring. Today they asked me if I would be willing to do television talk shows. Radio interviews. If the concert goes well tonight, they say, I'll be a commodity.
Commodified.
I'm not sure that I like the idea, and yet isn't that what I signed up for? What I knew would happen?
For now, I am ignoring all of it. I will do what I was made to do, born to do. I will play, and crowds will take whatever they can from it. Perhaps we can all take what we can from it as well. I will play the old songs, the real songs, and they will draw up power. I will play those that I have composed with the old ways, for the gods who as a man I did not worship, and they will also be able to take from it. My friends who will be there, or those who will be there who are not close enough to be called friends, I hope you can feel yourselves healed, aided by it - not the music, but the worship it will always seems to heighten.
But the music is not for them, and not for us. It only is.
( Private to the Muses )
( Private to the Dioscuri and Heracles )
( Private to Morpheus )
( Private to Asterion )
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March 29th, 2009
March 28th, 2009
05:59 pm Funny, the things you see that you are sure you never wanted to were never meant to. Hades, really? Has he sunk that low?
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March 24th, 2009
11:44 am Αυτός ο ναός είναι η καλύτερη ιδέα που είχα.
( OOC )
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March 22nd, 2009
06:50 pm For the first time since I came here, I find that I want to stay in one place long enough to own a piece of it. To have grass and stone that belongs to me and that I can tend and care for - they are old roles, for me, and since I am taking on so many old mantles I think it is time I take up the idea of temples, as well.
At least the idea of rebuilding them.
( Images )
Nestled away in this city and forgotten about, run down, all of the power and bearing it might have had when it was built stripped away from it If it had any to begin with. Christians don't seem to be doing well this week. It reminds me of the plight of the temples I once built.
For this one, though, I can do something. I think I can turn it into a haven home.
( Private to the Dioscuri and Heracles )
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March 17th, 2009
02:40 pm Επιθυμώ να είμαι ηχηρός.
( Private to Hecate )
( OOC )
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March 10th, 2009
08:21 pm For once, I am sorry I missed the fight. It was likely very nice to watch? But I stood outside the sport god's Temple for a while - there were moments in the air that it felt like war.
( Private to Athena )
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March 3rd, 2009
11:57 am Mighty father, holy, splendid light, with aerial, dreadful-sounding, fire bright; Call flame and light with angry voice, lightning through lurid clouds with horrid noise. Untamed, to whom resentments dire belong, pure, holy power, All-Parent, great and strong; Come, and, benevolent, these rites attend, to grant dark days a final blessed end.
στην υγειά σου Ζεύς.
( OOC )
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March 1st, 2009
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