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[nenartus]

Lucrezia...

 

 

[mine]

thanks a lot Lucrezia!!!

[kaisam]

I especially liked this month's column. It feels so personal and warm.

[crazyaboutmika]

If there are mistakes, sorry!

 

I DISCOVERED THE BOY THAT I WAS, THUS I BECAME AN ADULT

 

It's 8am and i'm in front of my computer. The latest deadline for this column is in about 1h. My head hurts after those two glasses of australian cheap wine that i drunk yesterday night, and i'm almost at my 4th attempt that I do to write the column of this month.

I thought to talk about bullying, but it was too depressing, or about marijuana since that i live in the studio with the nicest unpacked of the world. I even started to write a column about the tomato sauce, don't ask me why. But i've almost finished recording my album and it took me a lifetime to finish it: so I decided that i'll talk exclusively about myself.

From 13 years and over, I studied at the prestigious and ancient Westminster School. My daily preoccupation was to find a way to sneak out the lessons and go unnoticed to the music center.

My goal was clear: i wanted to write songs that should remain in the head. At the music center there were many cubicles with only a piano and a chair.

I imagined to be in the Brill Building, the palace in NY where people like Bacharach and Carole King in the 60's were competing to see who found the perfect pop song, in small rooms like where i was. When my friends and my teachers discovered what i was doing, they began to group around me: my friends helped me to play my songs;the librarian of the school covered me saying that i was working for him in the afternoon. My scandalous French teacher (ex contestand at Mr Gay UK) gave me advices. My English teacher, who is now a famous theater director, assigned me some roles in his shows. I was a lonely hunter backed by a secret army annd I wouldn't have done it without them.

After my first album I felt disjointed, lonely. I rented a room at the legendary Olympic Studios and I stayed there for 6 months, writing songs for piano and recording many demos. Every day I had luch, often alone, in an elegant italian restaurant just across the street.

I was longing for my cubicle and my upright piano, but more than anything else of my band, the tea with the librarian, the inappropriate banter with my French teacher, who died, and discussions with my talented English teacher. My songs were for them and about them: I wrote about me to make them laugh, I wrote about Billy Brown to embarass my French teacher. How could I do without them?

At the end, I managed to make a beautiful album, frull of melodies and depth, but in all the sogns were missing my friends. After two years of touring and a terrible accident in my family, I vowed to find my band. I went around, ripping session and looking nuts. And I found them, a lot. I didn't want to make an album alone, and if the Brill Building no longer exists, then I would have made one, using internet and flying here and there. This album represents me more than ever. I wrote about people around me, I stole their stories, and I wrote about me to make them laugh or even make them sad.

Fear leaves you isolated, the isolation creates even more fear and the fear make you close on yourself. Only when you take the risk to open to others, you find a way to get out. This album is called The Origin Of Love and talks about a man who becomes an adult only when he discovers the boy that he was.

Thank you so much Lucrezia :flowers:

I was dying to read it

[vanessa-love-mika]

Thank you for the translation !!

[liveforglitter]

Thank you!

[Efriani]

Thank you

 

Fear leaves you isolated, the isolation creates even more fear and the fear make you close on yourself is my favourite part

[Sabine64]

Thank you so much for your translation, Lukrezia

[nenartus]

My first impression is that it sounds nostalgic and melancholic.

 

The French teacher was Billy Brown. Why did he decide to say that now?

 

It's more about LICM and TBWKTM than about TOOL.

Edited April 30, 2012 by nenartus

[lollipop161]

"This album is called The Origin Of Love and talks about a man who becomes an adult only when he discovers the boy that he was."

:swoon:

[Sabine64]

This column is killing me

[astor]

Oh my god it's so.... good.

Cannot wait for the original English version.

 

I have forgotten everything I wanted to say.

[eloise.shaw]

He's pretty cool isn't he?

 

EDIT: P.S. thanks for translating

Edited April 30, 2012 by eloise.shaw

[WeAreStrong!]

"Fear leaves you isolated, the isolation creates even more fear and the fear make you close on yourself."

 

"This album is called The Origin Of Love and talks about a man who becomes an adult only when he discovers the boy that he was."

 

Only three words: he's perfectly right. So true. I'm looking forward to hearing your new album after saying this!

[astor]

He's pretty cool isn't he?

He's alright I guess

[Treasa]

Thanks!

[Efriani]

My first impression is that it sounds nostalgic and melancholic.

 

The French teacher was Billy Brown. Why did he decide to say that now?

 

It's more about LICM and TBWKTM than about TOOL.

 

If he told about TOOL, it wouldn't be surprise anymore.

He's teasing us

[Mikasister]

My first impression is that it sounds nostalgic and melancholic.

 

The French teacher was Billy Brown. Why did he decide to say that now?

 

It's more about LICM and TBWKTM than about TOOL.

 

 

He talks about TOOL since..."This album represents me more than ever...until...the boy that he was. Just a few lines to get me excited about TOOL

[crazyaboutmika]

Translation in French

Il est huit heures du matin et je suis devant mon ordinateur. Il ne me reste plus qu'une heure pour écrire ma chronique. J'ai mal à la tête à cause des deux verres de vin autralien bon marché que j'ai bu hier soir, et j'en suis presque à mon quatrième éssai pour écrire la chronique de ce moi ci.My head hurts after those two glasses of australian cheap wine that i drunk yesterday night, and i'm almost at my 4th attempt that I do to write the column of this month

J'avais pensé parler du racket, des jeunes qui se font maltraiter à l'école , mais c'était trop déprimant ou de la marijuana car j'en ai vu pas mal circuler ouvertement.

J'ai même commencé à écrire sur la sauce tomate, ne me demandez pas pourquoi. Mais j'ai presque fini d'enregistrer mon album et cela m'a pris une vie entière pour le finir: donc j'ai décidé que je parlerai uniquement de moi.

 

Depuis l'âge de treize ans , j'ai étudié à la prestigieuse et vénérable école Westminster School. Ma préocupation quotidienne était de trouver comment sécher les cours pour me rendre sans me faire voir au centre de musique.

 

Mon but était clair: Je voulais écrire des chansons qui restent dans la tête. Au centre de musique, il y avait beaucoup de cabines avec seulement un piano et une chaise.

J'imaginais que c'était le Brill Building , le palace de New York ou des personnes telles que Bacharach et Carole King étaient en compétition dans les années 60 pour voir qui trouverait la parfaite chanson pop , dans de petites pièces comme celle ou j'étais.

Quand mes amis et mes profs se sont rendus compte de ce que je faisais, il se sont groupés pour m'aider: mes amis m'aidainet à jouer mes chansons ; le bibliothécaire de l'école me courait en disant que je ravaillais pour lui l'après midi. Mon scandaleux prof de français (ex participant à Mr Gay en angleterre) me donnait des conseils. Mon prof d'anglais qui est maintenant un directeur de théatre célèbre, me donnait des rôles dans ses spectacles. J'étais un chasseur solitaire soutenu par une armée secrète et je n'aurais jamais pu le faire sans eux.

Après mon premier album, je me suis senti décousu , solitaire. J'ai loué une chambre au légendaire Olypic Studios et je suis resté là six mois, écrivant des chansons au piano et enregistrant beaucoup de démos. Chaque jour je prenais mon repas de midi, souvent seul, dans un élégant restaurant italien juste en face.

Ma cabine et mon piano droit me manquaient , mais encore plus le thé avec le bibliothéquaire, les plaisanteries déplacées avec mon professeur de français , qui était mort, et les discussions avec mon brillant professeur d'anglais. Mes chansons étaient pour eu et parlaient d'eux: je les écrivais pour les faire rire, j'ai écris Billy Brown pour embêter mon prof de français. Comment faire sans eux?

A la fin, j'ai réussi à faire un bel album, rempli de mélodies et de profondeur, mais dans ses chansons là, il manquait mes amis. Après deux ans de tournées et un terrible accident dans ma famille, je fis tout pour retrouver un groupe. Je suis allé partout, j'ai fait des sessions ripping et j'avais tout d'un fou. Et j'en ai trouvé beaucoup. Je ne voulais pas faire un album seul, et si le Brill Building n'existe plus, j'en ai reconstruit un en me servant d' internet et en volant un peu partout.

Cet album me représente plus que jamais. J'ai écrit à propos des personnes de mon entoutage, j'ai volé leurs histoires et j'ai écrit à mon propos pour les faire rire ou les rendre tristes.

La peur vous isole, l'isolement crée encore plus de peur et la peur vous fait vous refermer sur vous même. C'est seulement en prenant le risque de vous ouvrir au autres que vous trouverez comment vous en sortir. The Origin Of Love parle d'un homme qui devient un adulte seulement une fois qu'il a découvert le garçon qu'il était.

[Mousetrap]

If there are mistakes, sorry!

 

I DISCOVERED THE BOY THAT I WAS, THUS I BECAME AN ADULT

 

It's 8am and i'm in front of my computer. The latest deadline for this column is in about 1h. My head hurts after those two glasses of australian cheap wine that i drunk yesterday night, and i'm almost at my 4th attempt that I do to write the column of this month.

I thought to talk about bullying, but it was too depressing, or about marijuana since that i live in the studio with the nicest unpacked of the world. I even started to write a column about the tomato sauce, don't ask me why. But i've almost finished recording my album and it took me a lifetime to finish it: so I decided that i'll talk exclusively about myself.

From 13 years and over, I studied at the prestigious and ancient Westminster School. My daily preoccupation was to find a way to sneak out the lessons and go unnoticed to the music center.

My goal was clear: i wanted to write songs that should remain in the head. At the music center there were many cubicles with only a piano and a chair.

I imagined to be in the Brill Building, the palace in NY where people like Bacharach and Carole King in the 60's were competing to see who found the perfect pop song, in small rooms like where i was. When my friends and my teachers discovered what i was doing, they began to group around me: my friends helped me to play my songs;the librarian of the school covered me saying that i was working for him in the afternoon. My scandalous French teacher (ex contestand at Mr Gay UK) gave me advices. My English teacher, who is now a famous theater director, assigned me some roles in his shows. I was a lonely hunter backed by a secret army annd I wouldn't have done it without them.

After my first album I felt disjointed, lonely. I rented a room at the legendary Olympic Studios and I stayed there for 6 months, writing songs for piano and recording many demos. Every day I had luch, often alone, in an elegant italian restaurant just across the street.

I was longing for my cubicle and my upright piano, but more than anything else of my band, the tea with the librarian, the inappropriate banter with my French teacher, who died, and discussions with my talented English teacher. My songs were for them and about them: I wrote about me to make them laugh, I wrote about Billy Brown to embarass my French teacher. How could I do without them?

At the end, I managed to make a beautiful album, frull of melodies and depth, but in all the sogns were missing my friends. After two years of touring and a terrible accident in my family, I vowed to find my band. I went around, ripping session and looking nuts. And I found them, a lot. I didn't want to make an album alone, and if the Brill Building no longer exists, then I would have made one, using internet and flying here and there. This album represents me more than ever. I wrote about people around me, I stole their stories, and I wrote about me to make them laugh or even make them sad.

Fear leaves you isolated, the isolation creates even more fear and the fear make you close on yourself. Only when you take the risk to open to others, you find a way to get out. This album is called The Origin Of Love and talks about a man who becomes an adult only when he discovers the boy that he was.

 

Thank you so much for translation Amazing article

[Lucrezia]

You're welcome girls!!!

 

I'm so excited about the new album: He has put all of himself in it and I really can't wait to listen it...

[Christine]

Thanks Robi/Lucrezia. I love the pic. If I didn't know better I'd say the signature on it is "DaWonka".

[Anney]

thank you lucrezia:wub2:

 

I love it! It´s one of my fave...no THE fave article he did so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:wub2:

[nenartus]

He talks about TOOL since..."This album represents me more than ever...until...the boy that he was. Just a few lines to get me excited about TOOL

 

Yes, but he is not giving away too much. I don't mind. It's still a wonderful column.

You're welcome girls!!!

 

I'm so excited about the new album: He has put all of himself in it and I really can't wait to listen it...

 

I think he did that too with the other two, and Songs For Sorrow. He is just being really emotional now, because of everything that was happening between TBWNTM and TOOL. He is older, mature, seeing things differently than before, looking back a lot, I think. Maybe I'm wrong, but this is how I see it. Maybe this album is going to be more personal like some of his last columns.

[LaraMay]

If he told about TOOL, it wouldn't be surprise anymore.

He's teasing us

 

Yeah he loves to tease us But I'm losing my patience.