The art of living for other

I suddenly thought of reading the book "The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein again yesterday while I was writing lyrics. I was tearing up though I read the book again and again. Thanks for the fantastic work, Shel. This book tells me what is very happy again. I can't help respecting him.

As this book title says, this tree that is drawn in this book gives almost everything the tree has. Without expecting anything in return. Why can this tree give the boy who is illustrated in this book the tree's almost everything? Can I do the same thing as it does? I often ask the question to me. The feeling that the tree cares about the boy is so pure, devoted, and incredibly beautiful.

Though I'm a selfish like this boy, I wish I'd be a man like this tree in my heart. I want to make a masterpiece that touches someone. How about you? Are you a person like this tree? Feel free to leave me a comment.

人に尽くして生きるということ

昨日詞を書いていて、Shel Silversteinの"大きな木"をふと思い立って読み返していた。何度も何度も読んでいるのに読み返す度に人に全てを尽くして生きるということの美しさに涙しそうになる。感動をありがとう。本当に幸せなこととはなんなのか改めて教えてくれる。Shel Silversteinを尊敬してやまない。

この絵本の原書のタイトルは「The Giving Tree」。タイトル通り、この木は自分の全てともいっていいほどのものを少年にあげるんだ。何か見返りを求めるわけでもなく。この木はどうしてこんなにたくさんのものをあげられるんだろう。自分にも同じことができるだろうか。いつも自問する。この木が少年を思う気持ちは純粋で、献身的で、信じられないほど美しい。

自分はこの絵本の中の少年のようにすごく身勝手な人間なんだけど、いつだって心の底でこの大きな木のような人でありたいと願ってる。

人を感動させる作品を作りたい。

行こうか。

I'm here but I'm not here

There is a world in front of me now. People maybe call it "Real". At the same time there is another world all the time. I wrote about it in my song "I wanna melt into you".

I have my utopia in my heart
I'm free from everything there
And no one can get into there

There, sunlight is warm
Air is clean
Quiet starry sky tells me a truth
And I can find you

Utopia.

I am smiling, satisfied with everything, happy and with my friends and my girl I love with making my music only I can make in this world there.

Since I was young, I've loved planing something crazy. They were new games, mischiefs, and surprises that made others laugh. Soon I came to writing lyrics and making music, and at last, my world.

There may be someone who thinks musicians only make music. When I was young, I thought so, too. But it's not true at least in case of me.

I'm an artist.
So I'm making my world.

There's this poem by a poet Shuji Terayama. I love him and his these words.

"Any birds can't fly higher than imagination."

I often become fraught with emotion by our imagination. Now there may be nothing. But we can imagine anything. So I named my label name "1mage". This derives from the word imagination. I believe miracles by human imagination. Each vision of us made this world. They were music, dramas, films, literature, poem, fashion, art, and way to live.

All of them were made of human imagination.

I've ever experienced losing hope some times in my life. But each of those times, I always imagined my utopia. When I was working hard to live and likely to become invisible to something important in our life, I imagined another world all the time.

I was there, but all the time I wasn't there.

In my heart, I was looking at myself who is making music, singing a song, and touch people's heart all the time. As I was thinking so all the time, my seniors got angry with me and often said, "Focus on this work!" when we were working together.

Nevertheless, I was imagining. That's because another world was everything for me. And another world is everything for me now, too. I'm drawing my world all the time. So you maybe think I'm not here when you see me. I want to get to my utopia with all my heart. There is beyond the description but so beautiful.

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The sunlight from big windows embraces me warmly. The caffe latte by my lovely girl tastes nice. I'm writing a lyric with playing the piano and singing my new song that now I'm working on. My young daughter is singing my old song loudly without understanding the meaning of lyric.Her face is full of pleasure, and I love her. I forget to play the piano and hear her voice and the sound of the sea. After that I reach out for the various music magazines around the world on the table. All of them write about my new album. I read a review and find this word.

"Masterpiece"

Next, I find this word.

"Timeless"

These words were the words I've dreamed of. Making a timeless masterpiece was my goal since when I was so young. I cannot be too thankful for much support. Having checked out some messages from my friends I've found these messages.

"I'm crazy about your new album."

"I'm proud of working with you when we were young."

"I've believed in you all the time."

"I'm looking forward to your next new music."

"My life is fantastic cause I met you."

"Let's play our music again."

"Sorry. The word at that time was a mistake."

Thanks all. I didn't come here by myself. My quiet pleasure change into strength, and it pushes my back. Having got to my private studio, I start to brush up my next new stuff. I can hear a lot of voices of my friends. I can see a lot of faces of them.

We sometimes had a hard time. But we believed. No matter what might happen. So we are here and stand by our two feet now. I flashback to countless various scenes in my days passed away. And at last I find the truth.

"This is the thing I've looking for such a long time."

And I started making my new music again.

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Every day I imagine these things. I may not have anything in reality. But I think there's a true world in our heart. And I feel that I have everything I need by thinking so.

What world are you drawing now?

All the time, there's another world in our heart. So we can feel happy. We are free. Thanks for your reading. Feel free to leave me a comment.

We are connected

I'm making my music every day. The process is so personal and so lonely. But sometimes some friends contact me. Especially recently a lot of friends did so.

"I wanna consult with you about music."

"I want you to make music."

"Long time no see. How are you?"

"I wanna meet you."

I'm so pleased to hear these messages. Thanks all. I'm tasting the sweets of them quietly.

I only live once. There's the utopia I want to get to. And I have been chosen the way which is not easy, and so hard, some people often said "Your way of life is a gambling". Indeed I sometimes lost my way. But these words by my friends told me that my life wasn't a mistake. And all of my friends who contact me believe their way and advance their way. I'm proud of them.

I have friends who believe me.

I want to make beautiful music for them.

I want to live with confidence and smile.

I want to make my music and my song which only I can make in this world. Now I'm full of gratitude.

When I was young, I couldn't understand these words by Confucius well.

"Friends come from far away to see me. It's a joy of my life."

Now, these words resonate with me deeply. Maybe I grew old. When I see young boys and girls who are kicking up their heels during the small local festival, I sometimes miss my youthful days. But at the same time, I feel I age well in my heart.

Now I want to age better and better. Our life is so short. So I want to move forward step by step. How do you want to age? Feel free to leave me a comment.