Trying to rescue my Last.fm playlist random musings from the bowels of oblivion.

Author: Ró

  • Un autre sens

    Salut à tous! Je suis en vie encore 😀 Mais très occupé avec quelques choses de la vie quotidienne. Parfois, je pens en écrire dans cet blog, mais je préfère seulement exister.

    Il ne pas importe, parce que aujourd’hui, j’ai sens le désir d’écrire ici, ainsi que je lui ferai.

    J’ai reçu un e-mail d’un site web que s’appelle iRiS: école d’intuition. Ils écrivent occasionnellement sur comment développer l’intuition et les sens. Bien: cet fois, ils parlaient sur l’intuition du corps. Un projet archéologique à découverte que sous l’eau, les bras pointent à un objet d’interêt jusqu’à cet moment inconnu, comment si le corps reçut des informations d’environ avant que l’esprit.

    Si vous étudiez l’intuition, vous savez que ainsi fonctionne l’intuition: nos sixième sens. Mais c’est moins connu quand il se tendre sur le corps “per se.” J’avais lu récemment le même chose dans un autre journal. Personne peut détecter quand un objet perdu se trouve en proximité si les mains (ou, bien sûr, le corps entier) sont proches. 

    Je n’ai pas lu seulement sur ça; je l’ai vécu! Parfois, je cherche pour quelque chose perdue et trouve une autre, anche n’est pas exactement le même chose, se paraît beaucoup. Et ainsi fonctionne l’intuition en general: une chose conduit à une autre, anche on ne lui reconnaît pas immédiatement.

  • Rothko’s Window

    Photo by the author, 2026.

    Not too long ago I wandered into my living room and was struck by an uncanny sight: the way that the light hit the curtains immediately reminded me of an abstract painting by Mark Rothko.

    I don’t know… think of something like this. His black and white paintings would be more aligned with the photo but ironically they aren’t loading for me at this time. Photo courtesy of Art Basel.

    Even though Rothko painted abstracts, he reportedly didn’t identify as an “abstractionist,” being interested, as it was, “only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on…”

    The photo made me wonder: What if the “split screen” device, so to speak, was essentially meant to be a window into the state of human emotion? Rothko painted numerous canvases with a similar composition, though it is a testament to his genius how they succeeded in conveying a particular state of mind.

  • Asseyez-vous ici, ici

    Photo par l’auteur (c) 2025

    Asseyez-vous ici, ici

    La chaise sans personne est un motif populaire dans l’art

    Si vous voulez rêve, pouvez-vous asseyez ici

    Sur la chaise de la memoire, c’est vrai, anche ennuyeuse

    Savez-vous que chaque fois que vous se suivre d’une moment

    Cet moment change?

    Ensuite, qu’est-ce que passe avec le moment original?

    Où se va le premier moment?

    Le premier moment se va toujours avec le temps

    —Le même qu’on.

    Il aussi pousse et voyage le monde entier

    Il aussi change avec les nouvelles expériences

    Il aussi se fait vieux et regarde à dos

    au premier fois

    et se demande

    que devient des pièces

    que manquant

  • Regardez! Mes petits plants

    Bonjour a tous! Aujourd’hui, je suis content: mes plants de basilic poussent à lux de la fenêtre. Je les regarde tous les jours, et ils sont très grands maintenant! C’est bon 🙂

    Je n’ai pas de chansons pour partager aujourd’hui, mais j’ai senti la nostalgie de “blogger,” et pour ça, à partir de maintenant, je vais écrire plus suivent, comment un petit blog des events routiniers.

    J’écrirait en français aussi, car je besoin de pratiquer l’écriture.

    Prenez-vous une bonne journée!

  • Tiesto: In Search of Sunrise

    I love House music. House music is probably my favorite genre of music, hands down. I love the optimism, I love the dreamy vibes, I love the both the hardness and the ethereality of the beats.

    Don’t ask me about any artists, though. For some reason, house artist names don’t stick with me. Such is my curse; I remember sick beats but not the genius hands that made them, so a lot of songs only exist in my head now.

    But! Not all is lost. At least I can remember Tiesto.

    Like a beacon at sea, Tiesto’s In Search of Sunrise series always guides me back to House goodness. His In Search of Sunrise 4—the Latin American one—is essentially 10% of my personality. It is the first Tiesto album that I fully listened to, and I find myself returning to it time and again, each listen just as great as the last.

    The Los Angeles one, volume 5, is also great.

    However, I find myself in awe of the seventh volume of this series—the Asian one—which is mostly instrumental but incredibly fluid, sonically.

    Doesn’t Motorcitysoul’s track make you want to party all night? This is one of those rare albums where the music sounds exactly like the title.

    Cheers to Tiesto!

  • Aujourd’hui, j’écrirai sur les chansons français

    Brigitte Bardot wearing a sombrero. Source: ally43.fr

    Salut à tous! I was pretty excited to share that the rains have finally ceased, though just found out that a new batch of downpours is expected circa New Year’s Eve… oh well. As the French say: quelle surprise.

    I was also surprised with news of Brigitte Bardot’s passing. At 91, the iconic star led a full life, though not without its fair share of scandal. Rather than dive too deeply into her late-life politics and whatnot, I prefer to remember her as an aesthetic macaron with sultry, kittenesque sharpness on screen, iconic to francophiles everywhere (so vividly captured in Bardot by Julia de Nuñez).

    Julia de Nuñez in Bardot (2023). “Le petit chat à mort.” Source: The Movie DB

    While I can’t say that I was an avid listener of her sonic escapades (admittedly kind of dumbly blasé for a post kicking off with Brigitte Bardot), that one song with Serge Gainsbourg was pretty emblematic of French ’60s angst (though, due to its off-the-charts sexiness, it was released much later, in the 80’s! So, the Bardot was swapped out for Jane Birkin in the original release).

    Regardless, some of that stylistic influence can be gleaned in Air’s “The Duelist,” feat. Jarvis Cocker & Charlotte Gainsbourg–who is actually Gainsbourg’s daughter with Jane Birkin:

    Actually, that entire album is possibly Air’s masterpiece, so check it out from track 1!

    My laptop’s battery is at its wit’s end right now, so I’ll end this post with two other songs to check out, if you feel like vibing to the new wave French existentialism and gutsy attitude which Bardot so cleverly embodied:

    Marie Laforêt – Marie Douceur, Marie Colère

    (You might recognize the beat from the Rolling Stones’ “Paint in Black.”)

    Sébastien Tellier – La Ritournelle

    I love this song. To me, it’s what synesthesia sounds like; but also like experiencing a diluvian outpour of nostalgia. Either way, great stuff, intense and sublime like only the French know how.

    À la prochain fois,

    Ró

  • The Contemplative Sounds of Anouar Brahem

    I have to admit, these LA rains have awoken a somewhat low-key, pragmatic sense of nostalgia (excepting the negatives, of course). But something about being semi-confined to a room these past few days, with the endless downpour softly pattering on the windows, has inevitably reminded me of home–a place where downpours were more commonplace, bestowing me with hours of daydreaming.

    Well, circumstances have changed, somewhat–including the time and propensity available to endlessly plan and ponder what-ifs. Even my music tastes have shifted in the past few years, as I somehow pressured myself to not spend so much time either searching for –or listening to– new music, in a somewhat self-flagellating quest to “get stuff done.”

    And, plot twist: I did get epic amounts of stuff done, at the cost of a somewhat more emotionally arid life experience–perhaps a post for my hypothetical memoirs.

    Anywho! Back to the point. The gentle promptings of the rain led me through an existential rabbit hole where I drifted and typed my way back to an old Last.fm profile, driven by the urge to reclaim some of my idle musical proclivities, not without some apprehension: have I become one of those people who consider the music of yore better than the music of now?

    Of course, that’s a rather close-minded assumption–the answer being that it depends. It depends on the music, it depends on the artist, it depends on where you look. Well, for the purposes of this expedition, I decided to look at my last.fm profile for some enticing jams. I stumbled upon Anouar Brahem’s “Eté Andalous,” which last.fm tells me I listened to only once 10 years ago.

    Well, I decided to give it a second listen. It turns out that the song could have been picked by the universe itself, because the poignant guitar plucking actually aligns perfectly with the idealistic rain pattering on my window–the rain of idle musings, the cold softening into contemplation.

    Gently intriguing with its minimalistic cording is also “Le pas du chat noir,” the title track of its album, evoking a sense of mystery and introspective flâneurism fit for rainy day contemplation:

    Overall, a fortuitous foray into the plays of personal yore. Not bad for a song I played once. Like a vintage red, my ears needed some time to grasp the subtle beauty of its sounds.

    As an added bonus, Matthew Halsall’s Colour Yes popped up as part of YouTube’s recommendations–a lively, jazzier counterpart to Brahem’s calmer, more introspective sounds, also worth a spin!

    Salut à tous,

    Ró.