• Facebook
  • Spotify
Skip to content
jazzmotional.com
Home Page TemplatesFull Width

Full Width

  • Tall Skyscrapers

Oh, you foolish Alice! she answered herself. ‘How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there’s hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson-books! And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.

He took me for his housemaid,’ she said to herself as she ran. ‘How surprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am! But I’d better take him his fan and gloves—that is, if I can find them.’ As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name Rabbit engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves.

‘How queer it seems,’ Alice said to herself, ‘to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah’ll be sending me on messages next!’ And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: ‘”Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!” “Coming in a minute, nurse! But I’ve got to see that the mouse doesn’t get out.” Only I don’t think,’ Alice went on, ‘that they’d let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that!’

By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no label this time with the words ‘DRINK ME,’ but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. ‘I know SOMETHING interesting is sure to happen,’ she said to herself, ‘whenever I eat or drink anything; so I’ll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it’ll make me grow large again, for really I’m quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!’

By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window

By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no label this time with the words ‘DRINK ME,’ but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. ‘I know SOMETHING interesting is sure to happen,’ she said to herself, ‘whenever I eat or drink anything; so I’ll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it’ll make me grow large again, for really I’m quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!’

It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself ‘That’s quite enough—I hope I shan’t grow any more—As it is, I can’t get out at the door—I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!’

Next

Comments are closed.

  • Facebook
  • Spotify

Archiwa

  • maj 2025
  • kwiecień 2025
  • styczeń 2025
  • październik 2024
  • maj 2024
  • kwiecień 2024
  • marzec 2024

JAZZMOTIONAL

To miejsce, w którym przeczytasz o płytach, które nie pozostawiły mnie obojętnym. Czasem będzie to kilka słów a czasem dziesiątki zdań by oddać to co dzieje się podczas słuchania. Subiektywnie, ale za to szczerze. Możesz tu trafić na labirynt, w którym trzeba będzie poruszać się po omacku by poczuć na własnej skórze moc i piękno muzyki...do ostatniej nuty. Życie jest za krótkie by słuchać dźwięków, które nie pozostawiają po sobie śladu...dlatego warto zaryzykować i wybrać tę trudniejszą drogę. Nagrodą będzie nieprzemijalność chwili, w której to wszystko się wydarzy. Mógłbym pisać o harmoniach, technikach kompozytorskich, tonacjach, stylach i strukturach utworów. Mógłbym. Zostawiam to jednak innym. Tutaj przeczytasz o dźwiękach bijącego serca, o podskórnych pięcioliniach i szaleństwie nut płynących przez krwiobieg. O tym niewidzialnym elemencie muzycznego tchnienia, które rezonuje w nas długo po tym jak wybrzmi ostatni takt. Jazz? W zdecydowanej większości tak, ale z kilkoma wyjątkami. I z reguły winylowo. Będziemy dużo podróżować w czasie zatem przygotuj się na wiele chwil nieobecności. A ile zajmie nam powrót zależeć będzie wyłącznie od nas samych. Jedno jest jednak pewne: usłyszysz muzykę wartą emocji. Twoich emocji. Cokolwiek tutaj znajdziesz, najpierw było próbowane przeze mnie wiele razy. Dzięki temu wiem którędy biegnie droga - nawet po omacku.

Dlatego jeśli chcesz się odważyć, to tylko teraz.

Najnowsze komentarze

    Meta

    • Zaloguj się
    • Kanał wpisów
    • Kanał komentarzy
    • WordPress.org
    Copyright © 2024 Jazzmotional
    Close Search Window
    ↑