Gustavo Cerati – August 11th 1959 to September 4th 2014
I’m going to start this post with what got me into Cerati in the first place. This image above. I saw the video (Te llevo para que me lleves) many years ago and I just loved his daft sense of humour and of course his voice. Even in his last videos, he’s still having a joke and being silly. This is how I’m going to remember him.
Well, I should have had something prepared for this post as I think we all knew in our hearts things weren’t going to get much better.
Though part of me never actually even contemplated that I’d be here writing about his passing. It’s weird as to the timing as I changed my profile pic on twitter from the Cerati one (below) to my own face for the first time in 4 years only last week.
John Lennon and Yoko Ono by Annie Leibovitz
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Now I love this photograph, a lot of people see John Lennon as being the vulnerable one here, (interpretation is so subjective, that’s why everyone has a different take on it) I see Yoko as more vulnerable than John (she looks encompassed and held in rapture by him), I see him as being totally open and embracing everything about her in her entirety, with no judgement; now that’s what I call unconditional love.
Now that is what has brought me to where I am, it’s not a hocus pocus type of love that is unobtainable it’s a state of grace, acceptance and love on a deep level, that just is. It’s not easy to explain with words I just feel it and I’m so happy I can access those feelings a lot.
Where are You?
PAC (Peace, Acceptance and Courageousness)
A G F L A P
I love the pac man way of looking at this… CAP (Courageousness, Acceptance and Peace) the other way is PAC, as that is where you start from.. (when you are hootless) as you start in peace and we all want to be back there.
My Garden ~ June 20th 2010
I’m sitting in my garden at my outdoor table and chairs, smelling my honeysuckle bush in blossom writing this on the laptop, I love my wireless router… 😀
June is a lovely time in my garden, I’m not the best gardener in the world, but in June my garden seems to get itself together and look fabulous with very little effort from me, my dad helped me quite a few years ago to plant some shrubs and bushes I’ve added a few more over the years and now it has kind of grown into itself. (Though I’d love a man to come round and mow the lawn on regular basis)
I’m sat here barefoot with my feet in the grass, (I’ve got a nice canopy umbrella as I wouldn’t be able to see what I’m typing if I didn’t.) I’m sat here being so hardcore drinking milk (soya)
I’ve managed to get my squeezebox boom from the kitchen outside enough so I can hear it very well (though it’s in the shade as don’t want that overheating) I can change the music as I have my duet remote control. I’m listening to a shuffle playlist of P J Harvey I’ve already covered my love for her here.
Well there isn’t words I can really describe how I feel about her, I’m sure they’ll come eventually, I’m slow to love, really love and I take my time with how I feel and deal with things.
She has been gone for over 3 years now, even though I’m fine about it most of the time, it still gets me, when I least expect it.
Stupid stuff, like watching a movie – you don’t realise the extent of how deep your feelings go until they’ve actually left the bloody planet. How annoying is that?
I’ve never been really good with parent stuff, it just made me feel uncomfortable and so I moved 350 miles away – just to make sure.