Archive | December, 2015

Dear Music, I Love You

28 Dec

Every trimester my fellow students and I climb the stage of our local music school and perform a few songs. Last week, one of those songs was “Vivo Por Ella”, a Spanish adaptation of “Vivo Per Lei”, orginally sung by Andrea Bocelli and Marta Sánchez. The lyrics are particularly beautiful: it´s actually a declaration of love to music itself.

You can click here to see the video.

I find it very hard to perform live: it feels like all my insecurities automatically expand like self-inflating beach balls as soon as I set foot onto that stage. I get all fidgety, don´t know what to do with my hands, and when I hear the recordings afterwards I always think Oh My God, when will I ever be able to pronounce an decent A? (A non-Antwerp A, that is.) (Probably never.)

But that´s what practise is for, isn´t it?

Luckily music goes hand in hand with humour.

And I´m sure she loves us back.



A Muddy Christmas

24 Dec

So I said I´d do a Christmas song, and I´ve chosen the corniest one I could find: “Lonely This Christmas” from Mud.

Just click here to see the video (it´s not really sharp, but that gives it a nostalgic touch, doesn´t it).

Best wishes!

On the Existence Of Magic

18 Dec

My daughter has a few recurrent questions. Some are very easy to answer (“Can I have chewing gum today, as an exception?” -No), others are more of a challenge (“What happens after we die?” -Eeeeh…).

A thought-provoking specimen in that last category is “Does magic really exist?
This is of course a logical query for a 4-year-old. She sees all that Bippety-Boppety-Boo stuff on tv, but none of her own magic wands work. Not the ones mum made out of chopsticks, not the wooden ones she found in the park, not even that impressive plastic one her aunt sent over. Pushing its button will make the star at the top flicker like a pink stroboscope, but no magical conversion of spinach into pasta takes place.

To make matters worse, at the end of the Magic Project they´d been working on in Kindergarten a magician came to give a performance. My daughter, who had eagerly been counting down to this encounter with what she hoped would be a real wizard, observed that the magician seemed to have no magic in him at all. He simply used “mechanisms”, she said. How disappointing.

Hence the question: does magic really exist?

Below you can find a delightful answer from Roald Dahl, but I´m also very curious to hear what you think…


Magic - Roald Dahl

The Desire To Call A Writer

13 Dec

I just read a very nice definition of a good book:

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you´re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.”

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye, p 19

Who would you want to call?



The Three Year Long Scarf

6 Dec

I named it that way because it took me three years to knit it.

That´s how sporadical my knitting is.