Given the language he uses, I have a hard time seeing Sting as anything but NFJ.
Originally Posted by A Thousand YearsOriginally Posted by Desert RoseOriginally Posted by Brand New DayOriginally Posted by History Will Teach Us NothingDiscography Titles:Originally Posted by Englishman in New York
The Dream of the Blue Turtles
...Nothing Like the Sun
The Soul Cages
Ten Summoner's Tales
Brand New Day
Songs from the Labyrinth
If on a Winter's Night...
The deeper you get into Yoga you realize it is a spiritual practice. It's a journey I'm making. I'm heading that way.I feel this music has nurtured me as I've been immersing myself in it. I've felt supported by it.Humans make the mistake of believing that it is their right to survive. Species die out on this planet all the time without anyone noticing. The planet will still be there, and we must lose this attitude of divine right, that something will save us...Songs are built by whimsy, faulty memory, and free association.Great music as much about the space in between the notes as it is about the notes themselves.In the dingy foyer of the hotel is an old poster from La Comédie Française, sadly peeling from the all behind the desk. Cyrano de Bergerac, it proclaims, a play by Edmond Rostand. I will stand for a few moments to take in its fading gaiety. It is a laughing portrait of a man with an enormous nose and a plumed hat. He is a tragic clown whose misfortune is his honour. He is a man entrusted with a secret; an eloquent and dazzling wit who, having successfully wooed a beautiful woman on behalf of a friend cannot reveal himself as the true author when his friend dies. He is a man who loves but is not loved, and the woman he loves but cannot reach is called Roxanne.
That night I will go to my room and write a song about a girl. I will call her Roxanne. I will conjure her unpaid from the street below the hotel and cloak her in the romance and the sadness of Rostand’s play, and her creation will change my life.
See what I mean?