Disclaimer: This doesn't belong to me.
(BTW, Satie is the bohemian in glasses who writes the music and conducts)
Inspiration comes from the strangest places. I watched Tolouse and my Argentinean friend dance with the girls from the Moulin Rouge; my mind was transported to India. I saw Satine singing a tune and I had to write it down. My favorite song by Satine was Diamonds are a girl's best friend, so I took the words and twisted the tune round to some thing more 'oriental'.
But inspiration can come from more usual places too. I watched Satine and Christian talking one day, and I wrote a tune, a tune of true love, joy and happiness, which became 'Come what may'. Watching the expressions on their faces as they sung it was one of the happiest times of my life. But then I lost two of my dearest friends. Satine, to the consumption and Christian to depression.
My heart broke when I saw Satine die in Christian's arms. I thank the lord Satine will never know how much damage she did to Christian's heart and soul. He is a shell of the man I once knew and admired, who gave life to my music through his lyrics.
There was also damage to the Moulin rouge, too. Again it is the whorehouse, the dance hall, the place where the rich and powerful come to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the night.
But some of the sparkle has gone out the show. There is, and never will be, another Sparkling Diamond.
Even the Can Can seems almost dead. But there's no doubt the Moulin Rouge will survive. Harold Zidler would do what ever was in his power to make sure that the show will go on. Even bind another beautiful girl to the same fate as Satine.
What I am doing now?
I am writing an opera I call "Fall of Aphrodite," it will probably never be famous or successful, for my lyrics will never be as fantastic as Christian's. It is a story about a beautiful goddess who falls in love with a poor man, only for her husband to condemn her lover to eternal hell fire, and make her watch him forever.
That's how I feel watching Christian hurting, and know there's nothing I can do to save him.
(BTW, Satie is the bohemian in glasses who writes the music and conducts)
Inspiration comes from the strangest places. I watched Tolouse and my Argentinean friend dance with the girls from the Moulin Rouge; my mind was transported to India. I saw Satine singing a tune and I had to write it down. My favorite song by Satine was Diamonds are a girl's best friend, so I took the words and twisted the tune round to some thing more 'oriental'.
But inspiration can come from more usual places too. I watched Satine and Christian talking one day, and I wrote a tune, a tune of true love, joy and happiness, which became 'Come what may'. Watching the expressions on their faces as they sung it was one of the happiest times of my life. But then I lost two of my dearest friends. Satine, to the consumption and Christian to depression.
My heart broke when I saw Satine die in Christian's arms. I thank the lord Satine will never know how much damage she did to Christian's heart and soul. He is a shell of the man I once knew and admired, who gave life to my music through his lyrics.
There was also damage to the Moulin rouge, too. Again it is the whorehouse, the dance hall, the place where the rich and powerful come to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the night.
But some of the sparkle has gone out the show. There is, and never will be, another Sparkling Diamond.
Even the Can Can seems almost dead. But there's no doubt the Moulin Rouge will survive. Harold Zidler would do what ever was in his power to make sure that the show will go on. Even bind another beautiful girl to the same fate as Satine.
What I am doing now?
I am writing an opera I call "Fall of Aphrodite," it will probably never be famous or successful, for my lyrics will never be as fantastic as Christian's. It is a story about a beautiful goddess who falls in love with a poor man, only for her husband to condemn her lover to eternal hell fire, and make her watch him forever.
That's how I feel watching Christian hurting, and know there's nothing I can do to save him.