Archive for January, 2010

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今年年中才能面市，现在先听为快。

未经混音，原始感动。

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真高兴，久未进录音室的启轩，

这一次从澳洲回来休假，“抓”了他进录音室，发现他越来越稳。

真棒。

粗糙的录音版，让你先听为快。

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Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

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I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.

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清平调
云想衣裳花想容
春风拂槛露华浓
若非群玉山头见
会向瑶台 月下逢

一枝红艳露凝香
云雨巫山枉断肠
借问汉宫谁得似
可怜飞燕倚新妆

名花倾国两相欢
长得君王带笑看
解识春风无限恨
沉香亭北倚栏杆

The beautiful Lady Yang
Her robe is made of cloud; her face of flowers made,
Caressed by vernal breeze, freshened by morning dew,
Charming as Fairy Queen in her Mountain of jade
Or Godness of the Moon in her palace sky-blue.

A branch of peony with her fragrance impearled,
Sweeter than Mountain Goddness bringing showers in dreams,
Unrivaled by the beauties of the ancient world,
Not e’en by Flying Swallow in her dress that gleams.

The beauty gazes at the flower she admires,
Winning the monarch’s smiling gaze from hour to hour;
Gratifying Spring Wind’s insatiable desires,
She leans on balustrade north of the Fragrant Bower.

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We’ll go no more a-roving

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron.( 1788–1824)

So, we’ll go no more a-roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a-roving

By the light of the moon.