So, although really i shouldnt work on this till tomorrow, i have been writing the music for TIe me up, tie me down. i wouldnt say it is at all spanish sounding. perhaps a little more like a creepy fairground. but what comes out comes out. Today, having been flooded with almodovar for a week, i think of LOVE.
As i was lying in bed this afternoon ( i like a nap, a bit like having 2 days in one), Almodovar confirms what i know to be the truth about love and passion. It takes courage. A life without either is worthless. And to be frank i believe love to be entirely different from comfort and security. a sense of normality. Perhaps it takes a different kind of courage to settle for this. Or is it cowardice? i have been guilty of it myself in the past. Essentially - only true and fearless love makes us vulnerable enough to be hurt in such a way as to make us feel we have been emotionally disembowelled. and i understand why some would turn away from this possibility, and run into the arms of a more suitable, and comfortable space. me - i want it all, and you cant have one without the other.
so - having shared that.
I am about to eat a large indian. meal, not person.