Let us take a moment to remember the many visions of one of the most beautiful human beings who we have had the honour of having had in our lives. May his words and his greatness live on forever.
NELSON MANDELA 1918 – 2013
Probably taken during the latest Devotional
Despite the absence of hair we think there is no other Elder who can hit you in the head, bedazzle your eyes, numb your brain, pulverise your heart, loosen your knee joints …. and he has not even opened his mouth to sing yet!
He is telling someone to stop spazzing and listen
Sorry guys, we have only the link. Enjoy! “Sus Manos” (My Hands)
Christmas is around the corner. When I think of Christmas, I invariably think of Joy. Ode To Joy or Hymn To Joy - everyone of us must have heard this masterpiece at some point of our life - it originated as an ode written by German poet, playwright, philosopher and historian – Friederich Schiller in 1785, and was later given a musical setting by Ludwig van Beethoven in the final Movement of his 9th Symphony. It has been acclaimed by so many as the greatest piece of music ever written and many countries and unions have adopted it as their anthems as had the European Union in 1985, used in films like Clockwork Orange and The Beatles’ film, Help, and in a scene of triumph in Dead Poets Society which is one of my favourite films. And of course we hear it played during so many public functions.
Schiller’s meaning of the words in his ode is quite simple: JOY IS NEEDED FOR LIFE AND MOTIVATION - it is heavenly in origin and it is available to mankind through a loving god - that there is joy in hope in all nature’s good things.
We are often distracted from living the true meaning of joyous emotions - being busy and utterly immersed in a life pursuing worldly and material things. These distractions are of course sometimes necessary and unavoidable. But, to see so many gradually becoming robotic and blase in tastes and preferences … to hear so many cynically advocating god-sent emotions as a weakness … to find so many singing praises about music which can hardly be considered as being able to evoke any form of wrenching feelings, other than perhaps a splitting headache and dizzy spells, or even an urgent desperation to make a quick getaway … I can only feel sympathy and sadness that they are missing out so much – like the godly experiences of a true Joy - the Joy of Beauty … the Joy of seeing a heaven in our hearts.
Music is what Feelings sound like
- unknown -
Joy, to me, can be manifested in various ways. Listening to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy often makes me shed a tear or two, not just by the sheer beauty of the music or by the genius of its composer, but also by the strains of emotions running through my veins brought about by the emotiveness which has captured all my senses. I may be in tears .. my lungs may give way to breathlessness .. my heart may be tormented by such emotions .. but the Joy derived from those tears and pain gifts me an exalted experience I would not ever trade for the biggest bank account in the world.
David sometimes does that to me too with his emotiveness. Many people have wondered why he shuts his eyes while immersed in a song, and some even rejects it as a no-no (including Andrew Lloyd Webber .. remember?). I totally disagree. With eyes closed to the many distractions of the world - a Moment lost in time - David is revelling in an emotion of true aestheticism which magnifies and adds dimensions to his emotiveness, which is then manifested as profound emotions from him to us .. then reflected from us back to him. Take that abstractedness away .. the moment of ecstasy is diminished.
The joy of emotion we feel brings about admiration and idolisation
The tears follow because our souls cannot contain or restrain
the bliss of those emotions
I have read in tumblr comments by some Archies, which I find deeply touching. They may sound a little morose but, if you read between the lines, you will realise that these Archies have actually found, or at least, coming to, a place of happycrying with emotions which are akin to awakenings which are deep and human, and the bliss of Joy awaits them.
- Whenever I have a problem, I escape to the Archu-world to forget it, even if it’s for a few hours, to distract me from life.
- The fact that the reason for David’s not being that famous because he is so wholesome, bothers me. Society is ruined.
- I feel like David is so misunderstood. I feel like no matter what he does, people will never be happy with his decisions.
- Truthfully, David is my only hope for my generation. If more people of my generation were more like him, I would feel more confident about the future.
It’s good to see that our friends in the busy city of Hong Kong have taken to Beethoven’s Ode To Joy.
Perhaps we should listen to a fully orchestrated version too.
Doesn’t David always say : “I’m short … I’m weird-looking … and I hate my voice …” ?
In response to David’s self-effacing remarks, I would like to say to him: Yeah David, you are also blind … deaf … and not very smart!
But we Archies ( and many non-Archies too) know better. He is, without doubt, one of the cutest … most dashing … most classy guys around, and his voice wrenches out the hardest heart of hearts. Height doesn’t count in my books - some like them short, some like them tall - I personally prefer them shorter actually. To me, most tall guys seem to look gangly and spindly and you can’t help asking them: Hey dude, what’s the weather up there like? Shorter guys are more sturdy-looking and are more down-to-earth. But, having said that, I think what is more important is what emerges from the eyes – the “windows of the soul” - short or tall.
Besides, when David is onstage singing, he looks like the taaallest guy in the entire world!
I think it’s time David stands up for himself and say in his head: “Yeah … so I’m short, so what … but I’m one of the cutest .. one of the most dashing guys around .. and I have the most heart-wrenching voice that is to die for.” But … David being David, we suspect he will never say that in a million years … even to himself. I’m just wishing he would. Just to boost his self-confidence. It is one of those wishes of mine which may never come true. But one never knows – he may yet spring another out-of-the-blue surprise on us and change his tune!
Anyway, jokes aside, what I really want to say in this blog is: David may not have the largest fanbase todate (it will grow, I am certain of it), but the “fanlove” and heart-connection is true, sincere, deep, enduring and very touching. I’ve never come across a fanbase that does so much and works so relentlessly to keep the Archu-love burning. We know that everything will be worth it in the end. It is Something ‘Bout that Archu-Love.
Love is like a violin
The music may stop now and then
But the strings remain forever
- Unknown -
Pictures speak better than words sometimes, so we are posting some to remind ourselves that, as we may move on with real life or with other artistes during the past 2 years or so, there is always a significant part in our hearts which will forever belong to David. You might get a little impatient with certain cicumstances but you don’t fall OUT of love with David Archuleta. It is just NOT done!
♥ LONG LIVE ARCHU-LOVE ! ♥
I rarely have David-dreams but they happen now and again. The last huge one I had was more than 2 years ago about my desperation to wean off my ODD … or Die. (I believe I chose Death … the ODD kind, you know ) The subject of that traumatic dream was posted here some time ago.
But David wouldn’t stop haunting my dreams and I had another one recently. This time, it was not of a do-or-die nature. It seemed to have many symbolisms though and still a little weird. Excitement is gradually escalating for his return and my dream cells (yours too probably) are a little out of control and gone a little wonky. Let me share this weird dream with you.
I dreamed that David and I were old buddies. We sat down to play a game of chess. A relaxed and not very competitive session as we are both not very competitive people.
Then he suddenly announced that he needed to go to the toilet. So he left.
After mucking about a bit, I felt my jeans were too tight. Before I could stand up to make some adjustments, Ed Sheeran appeared from nowhere.
David is in the loo, I said to him.
No, Ed replied. He is singing and banging on his piano now.
Oh let’s go listen to him, I suggested.
The piano was not down the hall, nor was it in the next room. It was at the peak of a mountain where the ground was covered by a carpet of lush green and fresh-looking grass which looked like it had been newly mowed, and dotted with leafy green trees, gently swaying. There were some gusty winds blowing as I climbed. Ed Sheeran had somehow disappeared. I had to trek up that mountain alone with my hair flapping about and tickling my nose. The mountain looked alot like this:
Then I spotted David, true to form, at his piano and belting out a song I did not recognise. His voice rang through the wind while I perched by the piano and listened.
Do you sing? He asked, still banging on the piano. (I know I can’t sing but does he have to know it?! Sadly, in the presence of this dude, you just don’t feel like you are able to lie, so I told him the truth)
Well … no … I replied.
“I can’t marry you then”. (Title of a new song?) He said matter-of-factly – while still banging on his piano.
I woke up with a start. Obviously, even my dream spirit was incapable of handling the shock of that out-of-the-blue statement. On retrospect, it was not the remark itself that brought about the trauma of embarrassement that woke me up. It was because that issue had never crossed my mind! How dare I ?!! Who wants to marry him anyway, I thought. I could be his Great Grand-aunt! Tut tut!
Many have maintained that
Dreams have their origin in real spiritual excitations
And are the outward manifestations of spiritual powers
Whose free movements have been hampered during the day
- Sigmund Freud -
- The Interpretation Of Dreams -
Since it is impossible to have a face-to-face consultation with Dr.Freud who I adore, I made a concerted effort to make an analysis myself, of the state of my mind these past weeks … months, to have dreamed a dream such as this -
The sudden appearance of Ed Sheeran must have owed to my having been watching The Voice where he was co-coach to Christine Aguilera – so no brainer and no blame on David.
David’s sudden departure from our chess game to go to the gents – could it symbolise his departure almost 2 years ago? (There is in no way that I am comparing one of the venues with the other, so do stay calm guys! )
David playing his piano and singing on top of a remote mountain and my need to climb it to reach him – was probably about our inaccessibility to him the past umpteen months?
A song I did not recognise – I must have been desperately wanting new music from him?
The gusts of wind during my climb – could that be our anxiety for David’s future career facing obstacles?
The fresh green newly-mowed grass and the beautiful trees – could it be an indication of David’s new, refreshed career?
As for the “marrying” part haha, it was obviously brought about by reading so many recent archu-speculations whether he would be soon fulfilling the staunch wishes of his Church to quickly get married and start a family - ”to be fruitful and multiply … to populate the earth abundantly and multiply it”
As a mummy-archie, I have been harbouring fears that David might marry the “wrong” girl one day; someone who might bully him and take advantage of his sweet nature. Anyway, who am I (or us) to have any say or control over a situation which is not our dang business. But worry, I’m sure we will - From Archies With Love, David!!
As for my jeans being too tight - no brainer! We should all know where THAT came from!