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To Us Who Are Made Up, Part Two


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Pure joy is jubilant, yet sad backstory will make its own color murky. However, there will be something fresh if we focus on the "JOY" itself, devoting our emotions digging into it berserk. We remind us subjectively that things always exist before receiving any attention; as the member of the cosmos, you need to comprehend the smallness of yourself.

Nevertheless, we're human beings, observing this whole cosmos with life and perspective of humanity. This is the fun only belongs to us, no matter how speechless the cosmos is. Not long ago I played the game "Journey" by accident, which profoundly helps me to recognize something unsure. This game makes me feel that life is a trip, and homecoming is the final rest. In recent I ultimately realize that, in the short period of time I've experienced, the ones I hardly forget is every kind of leaving. With the fading of something familiar or not behind the curtain of life, I'm following through the dark alley of backstage, filled with tons of trivial remembrances, waking slowly toward the unknown.

In the end, with the things we left, whose legend will become the authorized history or pseudohistory? Everything is the material of life to me though. It is not that easy to block people from collecting, cogitating and creating. Aren't we all enjoying forming the satisfying shape with the materials we have collected everywhere?

Forming a satisfying self, for instance.

In fact, this is quite amazing to see the past self with emotions coming up. Instead of dividing each self from different dimensions, we always have so much time to explain ourselves or the reason of "why now?" Every collected past seems like a pile of limitless documents in the house, and all of a sudden we just realize that every air we breathe in has been examined and prepared. Every moment we live on the immediateness of collected history.

Past has weighted mysteriously before us seeing how far the future goes.


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談自創曲:來世

放在最後一首製作的反而有點如夢似幻,這是我製作「來世」這首歌曲時的感覺。

一開始只是非常期待這首歌,因為在2010年開始製作歌曲時,當初就訂下「用13首對稱曲名的規則來做出13首歌,之後再集結成一張專輯!」這個給自己的規定。但依我的腳步製作出來的曲子反倒都不是先有曲名,而都是先完成曲子之後才命名的,有點像給自己孩子命名般那樣的慎重。

談自創曲:孩子氣 (Childish)

想想,這首曲子其實和老爸有關。

老爸去年中風,雖然發現得暫無大礙,但語言區受損,剛開始恢復期時根本不說話(雖然他本來就話少)。一方面可能愛面子,一方面發現自己想說的事根本無法表述時,那種無奈又自責的心情,可想而知。

舉個例好了,他看到電視上的節目覺得起雞皮疙瘩,但說出來的卻是雞毛撢子。雖然之後可能會回想起他真正想要說的詞句,但在他直覺的當下就是無法把要說的事物,與正確的話語連結起來。而在中風剛發生後的幾週內,他其實連我的名字也講不出來。後來經過一連串復健,才比較能重新表達一些複雜的事情。

某方面來說不是很像學習中的孩子嗎?想著A卻說出B,這樣的狀況。

有時似乎是受了老爸的影響,覺得自己也變得有點語言困難了起來。明明心中想講的名詞是A,說出的話語卻是B,這種狀況雖然不算多,但也造成了某些困擾。雖然可能只是不自覺被感染的行為,並不代表自己真的有問題。

另外,雖然現在家人們已經能把糾正老爸的錯誤當成比較像是培養感情的娛樂了,但一開始發生時真是完全無法令人高興啊。或許這首曲子,正是那段時期產生的繁複感觸所沉澱出來的結果吧。

我們會漸漸淡忘些什麼,對吧?
那麼,
會再度想起些什麼嗎?


※ 1'48"後的類似機器人的說話聲,本意的確就是「某個人對你說話的聲音」。至於是誰,說了些什麼,當然留給聽者自行想像囉。

[舊文備份] 黑白藍的瘋狂鍵盤魔術師:H ZETT M

原文刊於重力曼波同人情報誌,2011年8月14日

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