So what do you give someone who already has everything? What do you buy for a guy who is worth an estimated $450 million? What kind of thing do you purchase for the oldest “boy” in the world? What sort of present do you give to the first solo artist to generate four Top-Ten hits on the Billboard charts on one album, seven top hits on another album and five number-one hits on yet another album? What do you give for a man who doesn’t really want anything, except to be accepted? What do you give to Michael Jackson?
People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song. So I stay in the moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same. A walk through the woods brings a light, crackling song: Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and the beat of my heart holds it all together.When you join the flow, the music is inside and outside, and both are the same. As long as I can listen to the moment, I’ll always have music.
I’ve began to start working on a translation for the Kamen Rider Kuuga light novel. I plan to keep most honorifics intact, since the story does take place in Japan. If anyone finds that a certain honorific or any Japanese element might be incomprehensible to the average person, let me know and I’ll look over it.
Suggestions are completely open to the public as well, so you are free to comment on the docs directly if you wish.
EDIT: This translation project is now finished. The overall writing is still a bit rough, so if anyone feels as if they think they could word a sentence better, please feel free to directly comment that on the docs file itself. When translating Japanese, it can be tough to switch mindsets in transferring it to English, lol.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun doing this, and I’ll probably look into doing something for another KR light novel or the Kuuga manga next.
Love is a funny thing to describe. It’s so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk about. It’s like a bar of soap in the bathtub, you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.
Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves. They think they have to grasp it in order to have it. But loves slips away like that wet bar of soap.
Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it’s allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It’s the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it’s everywhere.