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Friday night, I was supposed to see Ratatat in New York, but things got screwed up at the door, so The Lucky Lady and myself walked over to the West Village and had dinner at the Blue Ribbon Bakery. The food was very good French/American. I highly recommend it. I spent Saturday installing my new CD-R/RW drive in my computer. I got a great deal on a Sony drive for only $30 (go Staples!) I came home, took care of that, and then took a nap (I really don't remember taking a nap, but since I'm such a big fan of naps, it's a safe bet that I took one). That night I went out with some amigos to celebrate my friend Allison's birthday. We had a good meal, and then saw Kill Bill volume 2. I loved it, but the opinion of the group was split. My advice, see the movie. Today I went to went shopping. I went to Borders and got Johnny Cash's American 3: Solitary Man. I've only listened to it once so far, but it sounds great to me!!!!!!!! I also picked up Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Wiemar Berlin. Let me just give you a little demonstrative sentence from the introduction:
On Berlin's cabaret stages, Anita Berber danced out bizarre erotic fantasies - scenic displays, fueled by noxious concoctions of ether-and-chloroform, cognac, morphine injections, and a chic, pan-sexual disposition.
I can't wait to start reading it. It just sounds fucking awesome
But for some reason, after I got home around 2:30, my mood just fucking sank. I don't know why. Nothing bad happened, I got no bad news, and no pets died. Maybe it was the crappy weather (which I doubt, I've never been affected by seasonal depression). But regardless of the reason, I just felt like my whole fucking world ended. It's now almost midnight, and I still feel like shit. So i fired up the ol' computer and listened to the most depressing song I know. That song is Gloomy Sunday. Written by Hungarian composer Rezsô Seress in 1933, this song was so depressing that it is known as "The Hungarian Suicide Song". For a WONDERFUL article about the affects this song had on people, you NEED to click here. The song was first recorded in English in 1936, but didn't gain widespread popularity in the English speaking world until Billie Holiday covered it in 1941. The song's depressing reputation was so strong that it was banned from radio by the major broadcasters worldwide, including the BBC decided that it was too depressing for the airwaves, as of today that that ban has not been lifted. Rezsô Seress jumped to his death from his flat in 1968.
Here are the lyrics to the song. The final verse (italicized) was not written by Seress, but was added by Sam M. Lewis when he translated the lyrics to English in 1936. The added third verse attempted to give the song a dreamy feel. Nobody bought it.
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Don't worry kiddies, there's no reason to remove all shoelaces and sharp objects from my room.
On Berlin's cabaret stages, Anita Berber danced out bizarre erotic fantasies - scenic displays, fueled by noxious concoctions of ether-and-chloroform, cognac, morphine injections, and a chic, pan-sexual disposition.
I can't wait to start reading it. It just sounds fucking awesome
But for some reason, after I got home around 2:30, my mood just fucking sank. I don't know why. Nothing bad happened, I got no bad news, and no pets died. Maybe it was the crappy weather (which I doubt, I've never been affected by seasonal depression). But regardless of the reason, I just felt like my whole fucking world ended. It's now almost midnight, and I still feel like shit. So i fired up the ol' computer and listened to the most depressing song I know. That song is Gloomy Sunday. Written by Hungarian composer Rezsô Seress in 1933, this song was so depressing that it is known as "The Hungarian Suicide Song". For a WONDERFUL article about the affects this song had on people, you NEED to click here. The song was first recorded in English in 1936, but didn't gain widespread popularity in the English speaking world until Billie Holiday covered it in 1941. The song's depressing reputation was so strong that it was banned from radio by the major broadcasters worldwide, including the BBC decided that it was too depressing for the airwaves, as of today that that ban has not been lifted. Rezsô Seress jumped to his death from his flat in 1968.
Here are the lyrics to the song. The final verse (italicized) was not written by Seress, but was added by Sam M. Lewis when he translated the lyrics to English in 1936. The added third verse attempted to give the song a dreamy feel. Nobody bought it.
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Don't worry kiddies, there's no reason to remove all shoelaces and sharp objects from my room.