domingo, fevereiro 21, 2010
The moments between the moments
However, as I buzzed, I became highly aware of how uncomfortable he was. He appeared as if he literally could not settle inside himself. I noticed that he wasn’t even playing a tune. He seemed to just be playing scales. I began to focus on what I call ‘the moments between the moments’ and that’s where I found my groove with him. I always know when I’ve hit it, my stride, my groove. I know when it’s peaking. It’s a wave and you ride it for as long as you can. You feel an external energy take you over but it comes from the inside, you can’t help it, you’re buzzing on it. And the thing is this: what you’re buzzing on is never the thing you thought you had come there to get. It’s always something you didn’t know there was until it showed itself to you. In this case, I had come hoping to unleash Andrew Lloyd Webber’s inner pub singer but instead, I found a man who, despite all those accolades and success, seemed unsure, nervous, awkward and most of all, fragile.
O Chris Floyd tirou fotografias ao Andrew Lloyd Webber.
A reter:
And the thing is this: what you’re buzzing on is never the thing you thought you had come there to get. It’s always something you didn’t know there was until it showed itself to you.
Until it showed itself to you.
Via Elizabeth Weinberg
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