on whisper not and benny golson

it is probably my favorite song in the whole world. and it's a special song for me, what with the demo i recorded, hence the small-scale recognition. i went to nardis with the thought and scheme that benny golson would appreciate the song's meaning for me and maybe let me perform the song with him, but being the "yeah whatever" person he is, he didn't. when you're 76 and put songs like 'whisper not' and 'along came betty' behind you, a young girl who comes up to you and says she loves one of your songs more than any other song might not be a subject of interest. i'll try to understand that. in the meantime, i would like to state that it was one of the high points of my life to listen to that song live, from the maker. 'sing low, sing clear, sweet words in my ear, not a whisper of despair but love's own prayer' 'our harmony was lost but you forgave, i forgot'.

ps

got my new boots!

yesilkoy sahili de guzel bir yer.
sand. light blue. red. headrush.
pazardan aklimda kalanlar.

carnaval de lune

it's rainy here. on the radio buckshot lefongue says "another day, staring out of my window". i'm not, i'm sitting at my desk trying to concentrate, on anything really, and i can't. if it wasn't for this song, i would be walking out the door right now. is this true? well, it's the lunar eclipse today. anything can happen.

how the rest of the day went:
i walked out that door, later in the day. went to reasurans and stopped by sami to ask for a good song to make me feel better. he was fretting over daily stuff too. sure enough, i came back, socks wet. we might go to gramafon for bilal&neset ruacan's birthday gig. gulin and baris just stopped by my office. might hang out with them at taps after work. might just go home and read.
surely more could have happened.

someone i know

He takes everything so lightly, everything like a feather, lands on his palm, and he watches them land slowly, with casually open hands and then if a wind blows, who cares, they fly away. So soothing, he is.

an older version of me

this place i'm smiling with brandon must be the galata tower. i had a gig at kemanci the night before, and despite the complete lack of sleep, i had walked around all day with brandon and kevin. i remember going to topkapi and sultanahmet. was a fun day.
one night we were in superdorm and it was a summer night, windows wide open, and a huge moth had come in, to do its crazy dance around the florescent light and to make me scream, and someone was trying to chase it while brandon kept saying "kupek! kupek!", out of a confusion between "kopek" and "bocek" my imagination could never have come up with.
i got back in touch with brandon just recently. he's one of the sweetest people you can ever meet.

my heading also reminds me of this song from pulp that i love: "a bad cover version of love is not the real thing" -how the brain hops from thought to thought like on a tree.

forget about the boots-

i want that antique watch. the one i found in that little street in balik pazari. it's one-of-a-kind. there's nothing like it. i will never find anything that resembles it, ever again. made for me. meant to be. life without it is just not right.
meet the obsessive me when my heart is set on something.