Feliz aniversário e Arte ao vivo

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Two days ago, on my birthday, I wrote this on facebook:

What’s on my mind, facebook asks. Well, a few things actually. Today is my 68th birthday and for that occasion I had coffee with pie with two people. After they left I had a short nap and after that I went over to the computer to pick up a faded away facebook habit: I posted this fantastic Happy birthday interpretation by Jimi Hendrix for the people that were mentioned to have their birtday. I kind of sang the song for myself today and it reminded me, shamefully of what my sister shared with me not so long ago. Once, in the time that I was full on angry with the world, she came over to my houseboat on my birthday, yet I was on my trip of not celebrating anything, let alone my own birthday and I even refused to let her in. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Those were the days. So, I intended to pick up this habit and post for my own birthday this Jimi Hendrix thing. What I found on arrival behind the screen, was an email of a friend who wrote me about his health. Actually he wrote, (I quote only one sentence of his shocking story), about the conclusion of the extended investigation of his condition: “They concluded, that every single month left for me without the necessity to use a wheelchair would be awesome and a reason to party.” So, for him and for my birthday, Jimi Hendrix. And remember folks, even if you are just happy, or suffering: having a life is a miracle. Enjoy.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h93cYFSQTeg

Today, two days later, I add this to it, turning it into a blog that can always be used as a happy birthday message:
Last night was in a way special: I had invited my girlfriend for an evening in
our very own Opera house.
First row, right upfront the Netherlands Philharmonic Orchestra in the
orchestra pit and the Dutch National Opera performing on stage Richard Strauss’
opera Der Rosenkavalier.(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Rosenkavalier).
In a 4 hour show, including two breaks they tell a story, dancing, acting, singing.
Top quality, yet for me it is not something that really touches me. It’s more like
a sung strip story for the elite.
All my life I have had a love-hate relation with art and the world of art.
I would loved to have become an artist. But what to make?
I mean, when I arrived out of my home village in big big City Amsterdam,

everything seemed too big for a long while.
I refer to myself as having arrived in the City with a village model of the world,
a model the size of a walnut.
During my birtday party, the two friends who came over for coffee were sharing
about art. They are both artists. One said that she always feels lifted up when in the
presense of art or artists: it gives litterally more air, you can breath deeper.
Then and there, at that moment I suddenly realized, that this Happy Birthday by
Jimi Hendrix has become for me kind of the symbol and summary of this experience.
I still can feel the awakening astonishment that someone could make this ultimate
breathtakingly cramped village tune Happy birthday into ART! And how!
So, again and again: httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h93cYFSQTeg
Happy birthday.

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