Scenes of Summer
Jun. 30th, 2008 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensAs of today I'm officially on Summer break. It doesn't feel like a long break of two months yet. I went to school today to scrub the tables in my classroom. I'll be going to my other school on Wednesday to get some stuff done and order supplies for next school year. All the administration takes up so much of my time. The house is a mess. My archives are overflowing and the desk is cluttered with stuff. The holiday doesn't seem to start that right.
So we tried to make the most of it, and went to a tiny free festival held in our backyard – if I could consider the park at walking distance my backyard. On Sunday The Scene closed. As I've always been mesmerised by the lyrics of their singer Thé Lau, I really wanted to see them live for once. Although they sing in Dutch, Thé Lau is responsible for some of the most sexy words set to music in my mother tongue. When you're fifteen years old and sing along, it feels like doing very naughty things. But you could sing along, because the words were never openly sexy, they were open for interpretation, of which naughtiness was only one.
Years later I used one of their songs as inspiration for a very naughty piece of writing. The Dutch lyrics had latched themselves onto my subconscious, were they became a story about sexy vampires doing unmentionable things. Listening to that specific song being brought by middle aged rockers, my story still seemed to fit – or how words don't always mean what they mean.
So we tried to make the most of it, and went to a tiny free festival held in our backyard – if I could consider the park at walking distance my backyard. On Sunday The Scene closed. As I've always been mesmerised by the lyrics of their singer Thé Lau, I really wanted to see them live for once. Although they sing in Dutch, Thé Lau is responsible for some of the most sexy words set to music in my mother tongue. When you're fifteen years old and sing along, it feels like doing very naughty things. But you could sing along, because the words were never openly sexy, they were open for interpretation, of which naughtiness was only one.
Years later I used one of their songs as inspiration for a very naughty piece of writing. The Dutch lyrics had latched themselves onto my subconscious, were they became a story about sexy vampires doing unmentionable things. Listening to that specific song being brought by middle aged rockers, my story still seemed to fit – or how words don't always mean what they mean.
