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はてなキーワード: Heartとは
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
前編→https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20230613182451
土中に埋められたり海中に沈んでいたりする宝箱。天蓋が丸いがあれは宝箱の特徴ではなく、昔のトランク全ての特徴。
船や馬車で運ぶとき、トランクは室内ではなく馬車の上や甲板に置かれた。雨に塗れるので天蓋に水が溜まらないように丸く加工した。重ねる事を考えるようになったのは室内に入れる 鉄道旅行が流行してからで、その時天蓋は平たくなった。
ボンネットは車の部品の事ではなく、つばが無い帽子全般のこと。冬に被るニット帽もインディアンの羽根のやつもつばがなきゃ何でもボンネット。
最初期の車のエンジンフードは逆U字型の鉄板を上から被せる形式ですっぽりと「帽子を被せる」ものだった。google:image:Mercedes-Benz SSK engine
パソコンのHDDやメモリーを安く買える簡易梱包品と思われているが、大量注文の事である。対するリテールは小売りの事。
部品メーカーは末端消費者に部品を売らない。取引相手は法人だけであり、数か月先に100トレイ、総個数4000個などの単位でしか取引しない。単価も数量に応じて変化する。
一方PCユーザーはHDD増設等で部品単位で買いたいがメーカーを通すと猛烈な上乗せされ不要なサービスが付いてくる。修理増設の自由がない。
そこでオンラインや書類だけで取引してくれるオープンな海外メーカー相手にバルク（大量）注文して売り捌く問屋や小売店が現れた。
だがシーゲート社はこの流通経路で買った消費者も故障保証が受けられる国際ダイレクトRMAのサービスを始めた。バルク品の小売りが認められたのだ。
これに他社も追随するようになった。PCの世界では一般化しているが通常の流通から見たらかなり珍しい形式だ。
うぐいすパンとか山手線の色はうぐいす色、などの。抹茶色を差すが、抹茶色をしているのはメジロである。うぐいすは一般的な野鳥の茶色である。
最近のアパレル界では暗緑色を指すことが多いが、もともとチノパンの薄いベージュの色。軍服や作業服の乾いた土色を指していたが、軍服のオリーブドラブをも指すようになり混乱が始まった。
20年前のファッション誌には暗緑色をカーキという用法は無かったのだが、いつの間にか軍服関係の混乱が持ち込まれたようである。今ではアパレルでカーキと言えば殆どが緑系を指す。
GAPが昔「Gap - Khaki」ってキャンペーンをやってたよな、と思って検索してみると確かに1999年ではカーキは土色だった。
カーキの暗緑色化は世界的な現象のようだが、なぜこうなったのかは不明である。
ラブソングだと思って披露宴で謳ってしまう人がいるが、歌詞をよく見ろ。失恋の歌だ。歌ってはならぬ。
釵と書く。真ん中の棒が50cmくらいでつばにあたる部分が三つ又になってる武器だ。両手に片手持ちする。海外では忍者の武器と言ったらこれか苦無だ。
だがサイは琉球武術の武器だ。殺傷力も低い。本土の忍者が使う訳がないものだ。
この誤解の犯人はニンジャ・タートルズだ。これ以降の忍者ブームで誤解がブーストした。モタコンのミレーナもサイで相手バラバラにしたりしてるが、そんな事にはならない。
「あの娘にほの字」のような、何でも最後に「の字」「文字」を付ける姐さん言葉の一つでしゃくがしゃもじと言われていたが、独立した単語と認識されるに至った。
パープーパープーというちょっと間延びしたようなサイレン音が特徴的だが、これは元々はそういう音を狙って作ったのではない。
車のホーンは軽トラなど最低グレード以外は和音にするために高音と低音の電磁ホーンが二つ付いている。
この二つを交互に鳴らしていた。
タイプライターのリターンレバー操作時にチーンとなると思われているが、設定したマージンまであと5文字くらいで鳴る。
あとは単語の末尾か、5文字じゃ末尾が来ない長い単語の場合は分節でハイフネーションして改行せよというサイン。
タイプライターの音を入れるのが特徴的なルロイ・アンダーソンの曲「タイプライター」の演奏ではこういう理由でチーンの音を合わせるのが難しい。大抵は別のベルを用意してお茶を濁している。
エンダァは『ボディガード』主題歌、ホイットニー・ヒューストン『I Will Always Love You』であってタイタニックの主題歌はセリーヌ・ディオン『My Heart Will Go On」である。混同されやすい。
子供みたいな天使が笛を吹きながら降りてくるシーンが絵や映画などで見られる。愛の歌を奏でているような感じで。
しかし天使が笛吹いて降りてくるのは世界が終わって最後の審判が始まる時である。異教徒は全て地獄行きだ。笛も恐ろしい音のはずである。形からしてブブゼラやアメリカの機関車のようなけたたましい音だろう。
天使は中性/両性具有の青年か子供、上位天使は威厳のある青年の姿で描かれることがある。
しかしミカエルより上の上位天使は人の姿をしていない。もの凄い数の目玉がついた多数のリングに大量の翼が付いた姿、目玉に多数の翼が生えてその翼に目玉が大量についている姿、人や動物の顔が沢山ついた頭があり多数の翼があって高温で燃えている姿などだ。エゼキエル書にそう書かれている。
これはエゼキエルがキ印だった可能性が高いと言われているが神の国に入れなくなるのでこれ以上の評価はしない。
いずれにしても人の姿ではない。google:image:biblically accurate angels
おしゃれなボーカル入りアコースティック寄り電子音楽がシカゴ由来のハウスと呼ばれているが、シカゴのハウスはもっとハードなテクノ寄りの音だった。
ボーカルハウスはNYのパラダイスガラージ発のガラージュに由来する。だが今はガラージュというとダブステップの事を言うので、、
以上三つお届けした
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlwIDxCjL-8
誰も気付かない
彼の興味が賞金や 名声にないことには
答えを見つけ出す
そのためだけにカードを手にする
ハートが示しているのは この心とはちがう奇妙な形
キングを手の内に隠しているのかもしれない
心を隠し 男は答えを探し続ける
もしも好きだったと伝えたら 何かの間違いだと彼女は思うだろう
平気で嘘をつける人間ではないのに
語りたがる者ほど何も知らず やがてはその代償に気づく
どこにでも溢れている 不運を呪う者のように
恐れから生じた迷いに囚われる者のように
ハートが示しているのは この心とはちがう奇妙な形
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最初に歌詞を見たときに「ハートのエースが出てこない」みたいで、なんだかなあと思った記憶があったのだが、訳すと結局はそんな感じになってしまう困った歌詞。
スティング本人によると「ラブソングではなく」孤高のギャンブラーを描きたかった、とはっきり言っているので、これ以上膨らませるのも難しい。
しかし、サビの部分や「彼女に愛していると伝えたら～」のくだりで、急に三人称から一人称に変わって主人公視点になるのと、美しいギターの音色とで、普通はラブソングにしたくなるよなー。
実際その方がおさまりもよさそう。
個人的には、「神聖な幾何学」「可能性に隠された法則」とかむずかしげなことを言いながら、トランプの絵柄の話ばかりしてる主人公はいったい何なんだという気持ちになった。
麻雀でいえば、「索子は竹、筒子はお金、でもこの風牌は俺の風じゃない…」とずっとブツブツ言ってるみたいな。
なんだそいつ。
スペード、クラブ、ダイヤ、Jack、Queen、Kingは歌詞に出てくるのに「ハート the hearts」と「ace」は直接出てこないので、
やっぱり、ハートのエースが出てこないんだろうな
The Sacrament—and the Sacrifice
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
I pray for your faith and prayers that my utterances will be received and understood “by the Spirit of truth” and that my expressions will be given “by the Spirit of truth” so that we might all be “edified and rejoice together.” (See D&C 50:21–22.)
As I stand here today—a well man—words of gratitude and acknowledgment of divine intervention are so very inadequate in expressing the feelings in my soul.
Six months ago at the April general conference, I was excused from speaking as I was convalescing from a serious operation. My life has been spared, and I now have the pleasant opportunity of acknowledging the blessings, comfort, and ready aid of my Brethren in the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve, and other wonderful associates and friends to whom I owe so much and who surrounded my dear wife, Ruby, and my family with their time, attention, and prayers. For the inspired doctors and thoughtful nurses I express my deepest gratitude, and for the thoughtful letters and messages of faith and hope received from many places in the world, many expressing, “You have been in our prayers” or “We have been asking our Heavenly Father to spare your life.” Your prayers and mine, thankfully, have been answered.
One unusual card caused me to ponder upon the majesty of it all. It is an original painting by Arta Romney Ballif of the heavens at night with its myriad golden stars. Her caption, taken from Psalms, reads:
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
“He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
“… His understanding is infinite.” (Ps. 147:1, 3–5.)
As I lay in the hospital bed, I meditated on all that had happened to me and studied the contemplative painting by President Marion G. Romney’s sister and the lines from Psalms: “He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.” I was then—and continue to be—awed by the goodness and majesty of the Creator, who knows not only the names of the stars but knows your name and my name—each of us as His sons and daughters.
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
“What is man, that thou art mindful of him? …
“For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.” (Ps. 8:3–5.)
To be remembered is a wonderful thing.
The evening of my health crisis, I knew something very serious had happened to me. Events happened so swiftly—the pain striking with such intensity, my dear Ruby phoning the doctor and our family, and I on my knees leaning over the bathtub for support and some comfort and hoped relief from the pain. I was pleading to my Heavenly Father to spare my life a while longer to give me a little more time to do His work, if it was His will.
While still praying, I began to lose consciousness. The siren of the paramedic truck was the last that I remembered before unconsciousness overtook me, which would last for the next several days.
The terrible pain and commotion of people ceased. I was now in a calm, peaceful setting; all was serene and quiet. I was conscious of two persons in the distance on a hillside, one standing on a higher level than the other. Detailed features were not discernible. The person on the higher level was pointing to something I could not see.
I heard no voices but was conscious of being in a holy presence and atmosphere. During the hours and days that followed, there was impressed again and again upon my mind the eternal mission and exalted position of the Son of Man. I witness to you that He is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Savior to all, Redeemer of all mankind, Bestower of infinite love, mercy, and forgiveness, the Light and Life of the world. I knew this truth before—I had never doubted nor wondered. But now I knew, because of the impressions of the Spirit upon my heart and soul, these divine truths in a most unusual way.
I was shown a panoramic view of His earthly ministry: His baptism, His teaching, His healing the sick and lame, the mock trial, His crucifixion, His resurrection and ascension. There followed scenes of His earthly ministry to my mind in impressive detail, confirming scriptural eyewitness accounts. I was being taught, and the eyes of my understanding were opened by the Holy Spirit of God so as to behold many things.
The first scene was of the Savior and His Apostles in the upper chamber on the eve of His betrayal. Following the Passover supper, He instructed and prepared the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper for His dearest friends as a remembrance of His coming sacrifice. It was so impressively portrayed to me—the overwhelming love of the Savior for each. I witnessed His thoughtful concern for significant details—the washing of the dusty feet of each Apostle, His breaking and blessing of the loaf of dark bread and blessing of the wine, then His dreadful disclosure that one would betray Him.
He explained Judas’s departure and told the others of the events soon to take place.
Then followed the Savior’s solemn discourse when He said to the Eleven: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33.)
Our Savior prayed to His Father and acknowledged the Father as the source of His authority and power—even to the extending of eternal life to all who are worthy.
He prayed, “And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
Jesus then reverently added:
“I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.
“And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.” (John 17:3–5.)
He pled not only for the disciples called out from the world who had been true to their testimony of Him, “but for them also which shall believe on me through their word.” (John 17:20.)
When they had sung a hymn, Jesus and the Eleven went out to the Mount of Olives. There, in the garden, in some manner beyond our comprehension, the Savior took upon Himself the burden of the sins of mankind from Adam to the end of the world. His agony in the garden, Luke tells us, was so intense “his sweat was as … great drops of blood falling … to the ground.” (Luke 22:44.) He suffered an agony and a burden the like of which no human person would be able to bear. In that hour of anguish our Savior overcame all the power of Satan.
The glorified Lord revealed to Joseph Smith this admonition to all mankind:
“Therefore I command you to repent …
“For … I, God, … suffered … for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent; …
“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, …
“Wherefore, I command you again to repent, lest I humble you with my almighty power; and that you confess your sins, lest you suffer these punishments.” (D&C 19:15–16, 18, 20.)
During those days of unconsciousness I was given, by the gift and power of the Holy Ghost, a more perfect knowledge of His mission. I was also given a more complete understanding of what it means to exercise, in His name, the authority to unlock the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven for the salvation of all who are faithful. My soul was taught over and over again the events of the betrayal, the mock trial, the scourging of the flesh of even one of the Godhead. I witnessed His struggling up the hill in His weakened condition carrying the cross and His being stretched upon it as it lay on the ground, that the crude spikes could be driven with a mallet into His hands and wrists and feet to secure His body as it hung on the cross for public display.
Crucifixion—the horrible and painful death which He suffered—was chosen from the beginning. By that excruciating death, He descended below all things, as is recorded, that through His resurrection He would ascend above all things. (See D&C 88:6.)
Jesus Christ died in the literal sense in which we will all die. His body lay in the tomb. The immortal spirit of Jesus, chosen as the Savior of mankind, went to those myriads of spirits who had departed mortal life with varying degrees of righteousness to God’s laws. He taught them the “glorious tidings of redemption from the bondage of death, and of possible salvation, … [which was] part of [our] Savior’s foreappointed and unique service to the human family.” (James E. Talmage, Jesus the Christ, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1977, p. 671.)
I cannot begin to convey to you the deep impact that these scenes have confirmed upon my soul. I sense their eternal meaning and realize that “nothing in the entire plan of salvation compares in any way in importance with that most transcendent of all events, the atoning sacrifice of our Lord. It is the most important single thing that has ever occurred in the entire history of created things; it is the rock foundation upon which the gospel and all other things rest,” as has been declared. (Bruce R. McConkie, Mormon Doctrine, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, p. 60.)
Father Lehi taught his son Jacob and us today:
“Wherefore, redemption cometh in and through the Holy Messiah; for he is full of grace and truth.
“Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered.
“Wherefore, how great the importance to make these things known unto the inhabitants of the earth, that they may know that there is no flesh that can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah, who layeth down his life according to the flesh, and taketh it again by the power of the Spirit, that he may bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, being the first that should rise.
“Wherefore, he is the firstfruits unto God, inasmuch as he shall make intercession for all the children of men; and they that believe in him shall be saved.” (2 Ne. 2:6–9.)
Our most valuable worship experience in the sacrament meeting is the sacred ordinance of the sacrament, for it provides the opportunity to focus our minds and hearts upon the Savior and His sacrifice.
The Apostle Paul warned the early Saints against eating this bread and drinking this cup of the Lord unworthily. (See 1 Cor. 11:27–30.)
Our Savior Himself instructed the Nephites, “Whoso eateth and drinketh my flesh and blood unworthily [brings] damnation to his soul.” (3 Ne. 18:29.)
Worthy partakers of the sacrament are in harmony with the Lord and put themselves under covenant with Him to always remember His sacrifice for the sins of the world, to take upon them the name of Christ and to always remember Him, and to keep His commandments. The Savior covenants that we who do so shall have His spirit to be with us and that, if faithful to the end, we may inherit eternal life.
Our Lord revealed to Joseph Smith that “there is no gift greater than the gift of salvation,” which plan includes the ordinance of the sacrament as a continuous reminder of the Savior’s atoning sacrifice. He gave instructions that “it is expedient that the church meet together often to partake of bread and wine in the remembrance of the Lord Jesus.” (D&C 6:13; D&C 20:75.)
Immortality comes to us all as a free gift by the grace of God alone, without works of righteousness. Eternal life, however, is the reward for obedience to the laws and ordinances of His gospel.
I testify to all of you that our Heavenly Father does answer our righteous pleadings. The added knowledge which has come to me has made a great impact upon my life. The gift of the Holy Ghost is a priceless possession and opens the door to our ongoing knowledge of God and eternal joy. Of this I bear witness, in the holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Please improve the following novel to be more engaging and adding plot point of Yasuke returnig to being a missionary quitting Samurai " rologue:
The sun sank behind the horizon, casting the Japanese countryside in a warm, golden glow. In the courtyard of Nobunaga's castle knelt Yasuke, a tall, muscular African man with skin as dark as midnight. His journey to this moment had been long and treacherous, but it was only the beginning.
Chapter 1: A World Away
Yasuke lived an ordinary life in a small village on the Mozambique coast, unaware of the extraordinary destiny that awaited him. Captured by slave traders and torn from his homeland, he endured a grueling voyage across the Indian Ocean, finally arriving in the bustling port of Goa, India.
It was there that Yasuke's fate took an unexpected turn when he was purchased by Jesuit missionaries. In their service, he learned about Christianity, new languages, and the ways of the Western world. But his journey was far from over.
Chapter 2: The Land of the Rising Sun
As a loyal servant to the missionaries, Yasuke accompanied them on their journey to Japan, a land of mystique and intrigue. The beauty of the land, the complexity of its customs, and the elegance of its people captivated him. As the first African to set foot in Japan, he attracted attention and curiosity from all those who encountered him.
Chapter 3: The Encounter
In Kyoto, the capital of feudal Japan, Yasuke's life changed forever when he met Oda Nobunaga, one of the most powerful and influential daimyos of the time. Nobunaga was captivated by the African's physical prowess, intelligence, and unique background. Seeing potential in Yasuke, Nobunaga decided to take him into his service as a samurai.
Chapter 4: The Path of the Warrior
Yasuke's transformation from a slave to a samurai was fraught with challenges. He had to adapt to the rigorous training, strict code of honor, and the intricacies of Japanese society. But Yasuke's strength, resilience, and determination allowed him to excel, earning the respect of his fellow samurai and the trust of Nobunaga.
Chapter 5: The Unfolding War
As Nobunaga sought to unify Japan under his rule, Yasuke fought by his side in numerous battles. The African samurai's legend grew with each victory, as did his bond with Nobunaga. Together, they faced both triumph and tragedy, navigating the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals that defined the era.
Chapter 6: The Turning Tide
Yasuke's reputation as a skilled and loyal samurai grew, as did his bond with Lord Nobunaga. But in the shadows, the tides of change were brewing. Mitsuhide Akechi, once a loyal ally, had grown disillusioned with Nobunaga's rule. The resentment smoldered within him, fueled by a series of perceived slights and political maneuverings. Mitsuhide's ambition and desire for power began to cloud his judgment.
Yasuke sensed the shift in Mitsuhide's demeanor and grew increasingly wary of the samurai lord. However, loyalty to Nobunaga prevented him from openly voicing his concerns. He instead focused on his duties, ever vigilant and ready to protect his lord at a moment's notice.
One fateful evening, the Oda clan gathered to celebrate their recent victories. Unbeknownst to the revelers, Mitsuhide Akechi's treacherous plan was already in motion.
As the sun rose, the first cries of battle rang out. Mitsuhide's forces had launched a surprise attack on Nobunaga's residence at the Honno-ji Temple. Yasuke fought his way to Nobunaga's side, his sword cutting through the trait "
Prologue:
The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the Japanese countryside in a warm, amber embrace. Yasuke, a towering, powerfully built African man with skin as dark as midnight, knelt in the courtyard of Nobunaga's castle, his heart thundering with anticipation. A perilous journey had brought him to this moment, and yet, it was only the beginning of a story that would span continents and rewrite history.
Chapter 1: A World Away
In a small village on the Mozambique coast, Yasuke led a simple life, blissfully unaware of the extraordinary destiny that lay before him. His world shattered when slave traders captured him, ripping him from his homeland and thrusting him into a brutal odyssey across the Indian Ocean. Fate, however, had other plans when he reached the bustling port of Goa, India.
In Goa, Jesuit missionaries purchased Yasuke, altering the course of his life. Under their guidance, he embraced Christianity, mastered new languages, and absorbed the ways of the Western world. But the wind had not finished carrying him to his ultimate destination.
Chapter 3: The Enchanted Isles
Loyal to the missionaries, Yasuke accompanied them to Japan, a land shrouded in mystery and allure. He was captivated by its breathtaking landscapes, intricate customs, and refined people. As the first African in Japan, he sparked fascination and intrigue wherever he went.
Chapter 4: Fateful Encounters
Kyoto, the heart of feudal Japan, bore witness to the meeting that would forever change Yasuke's life. Oda Nobunaga, a formidable and influential daimyo, was entranced by Yasuke's physical prowess, intellect, and exotic origins. Recognizing Yasuke's potential, Nobunaga welcomed him into his service as a samurai.
Chapter 5: A Warrior Forged
Yasuke's metamorphosis from slave to samurai was laden with trials. He navigated the grueling training, a rigid code of honor, and the complexities of Japanese society. Undaunted, he flourished, earning the admiration of his fellow samurai and the unwavering trust of Nobunaga.
Chapter 6: A Land Divided
As Nobunaga pursued his vision of a united Japan, Yasuke fought valiantly by his side in countless battles. The legend of the African samurai swelled with each victory, and their unbreakable bond deepened. Together, they braved the treacherous world of shifting alliances and betrayals that shaped the era.
Chapter 7: Whispers of Betrayal
Yasuke's renown as a skilled and devoted samurai expanded, as did his connection with Lord Nobunaga. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. Mitsuhide Akechi, once a staunch ally, had grown disillusioned with Nobunaga's leadership. His bitterness festered, fed by perceived slights and political machinations. Consumed by ambition and lust for power, Mitsuhide's judgment faltered.
Chapter 8: The Price of Loyalty
Yasuke detected the change in Mitsuhide's spirit and grew increasingly apprehensive. But his unwavering loyalty to Nobunaga held him back from voicing his suspicions. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, ever watchful and prepared to defend his lord at any cost.
Chapter 9: A Night of Shadows
On a fateful evening, the Oda clan gathered to revel in their recent triumphs, oblivious to the treachery that lurked in the shadows. Mitsuhide Akechi's nefarious scheme had been set in motion.
Chapter 9: A Night of Shadows
As dawn broke, the piercing cries of battle shattered the night's tranquility. Mitsuhide's forces had launched a devastating surprise attack on Nobunaga's residence at the Honno-ji Temple. Yasuke fought relentlessly, his sword cleaving through the treacherous warriors as he made his way to Nobunaga's side.
Chapter 10: Flames of Betrayal
The Honno-ji Temple, once a sanctuary of peace, was now engulfed in flames and chaos. Yasuke and Nobunaga fought back to back, their swords a blur of steel, as Mitsuhide's forces closed in. Despite their valiant efforts, they were outnumbered, and Yasuke could sense the battle was lost. With a heavy heart, he whispered a prayer for Nobunaga's soul, knowing that his lord would never surrender.
Chapter 11: A Promise Unbroken
As the temple crumbled around them, Yasuke was captured by Mitsuhide's soldiers. Imprisoned and stripped of his samurai status, he reflected on the path that had led him to this moment. Amidst the darkness, he found solace in the memories of his life with Nobunaga and his time as a missionary. A fire kindled within him, reigniting a long-forgotten purpose.
Chapter 12: The Road to Redemption
In the chaos following Mitsuhide's coup, Yasuke seized an opportunity to escape. He journeyed across war-torn Japan, seeking refuge and a chance to reclaim his former life. His determination and faith guided him, as did the memory of the missionaries who had once saved him from a life of slavery.
Chapter 13: Rebirth of a Missionary
Yasuke found solace and purpose among a group of missionaries in a remote village. Embracing his past, he became an instrumental figure in their community, sharing his knowledge of Christianity, languages, and the Western world. As he nurtured their faith, Yasuke felt the shadows of his life as a samurai slowly fade, replaced by the warm embrace of spiritual fulfillment.
Chapter 14: A Legacy Unforgotten
Though Yasuke had left the life of a warrior behind, the legend of the African samurai continued to grow. His story inspired generations, a testament to the power of resilience, courage, and the human spirit. It was a tale that transcended borders and time, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, hope and redemption could be found.
Epilogue:
As twilight draped the Japanese countryside, Yasuke stood atop a hill, gazing at the village he now called home. His journey had been one of unimaginable hardship, transformation, and ultimately, redemption. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, Yasuke knew that his story, like the sun's eternal cycle, would continue to inspire and illuminate the hearts of those who heard it.
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このブクマにけっこうな割合でウクライナ政府の表明を批判するコメントが付いていて驚いた。
どれだけ実効性があるかとかそういう視点の批判ならわかるけど、ロシア企業の製品の不買は、ロシア産のカニや石油を買わないのと根は同じだよね？
ロシア産のカニや石油に対するはてなの雰囲気は、不買も当然とか、少なくともやむなしといった印象だったけど。
というわけで、「ロシア産」をキーワードに見つかった過去の海産物や石油関係の記事のブコメと、今回のゲームの記事のブコメを比較してみようと思った。(便利なブコメ比較ツールは無くなっていたので、正規表現ツールなどを使った)
…んだけど、そもそもブコメユーザー層がほとんどかぶってなかったわ。(スターまでは確認してない)
単にゲーム好き、表現の自由原理主義、ウクライナ侵攻に関心が薄い、といった感じなのかなぁ。
タランティーノをオタク呼ばわりするなんて！って普通にcriticsの常識だし巨匠だからタランティーノはオタクなんて呼べないなんて言ってるやつ相当の無知では
本人がオタクって自称してても、オタクなんて失礼だから言っちゃダメ！て言ってんの？
"every time I hear that name it touches my heart, what can I say, I've always been an anime otaku", (Japanese slang for a person that is a fan of anime, manga, and Japanese video games and culture) this is a reference to the classic anime film "Akira".
日本では'76年に、フィレス・レーベルの作品がまとめて再発売されたことがありましたが、ボックス形式としては本邦初で、しかもCDのボックスとしては今回が世界初ということになります。また同時に、＜ヒーズ・ア・レベル＞という、関係者のインタビューを中心にした本が白夜書房から発売されます。それを読みながらこのBOXを聞きますと512倍楽しく聞けることを保証致します。
1958年、17才にして彼は”スター”でした。この後ポップスの歴史を彩ることになるクリスタルズやロネッツ、キャロル・キングやバリー・マン、ビーチ・ボーイズやビートルズの誰よりも先に＜NO.1ヒット＞を持っていた！、このことが良くも悪くもスペクターのその後の人生を決定づけたと思います。ポップス史上、#1ヒットを星の数ほど作り続けたリーバー＆ストラーや、ジョージ・マーチンも、自らの＃１ヒットはなく、このことが彼を単に＜プロデューサー＞の範疇では捉えられない最大の理由です。＜彼を知ることは、彼を愛することだ＞というデビュー曲の＜彼＞は、もちろんスペクター本人の意味で、そこには強引さ、傲慢さも感じられますが、実はそれが力強くもあり、＜スターの要素＞そのものだともいえます。彼の仕事ぶりを評して、全てを自分一色に染めてしまう、という批判をよく聞きますが、これはことの本質を理解してい居ない人の発言です。かれは＜裏方＞ではなく＜スター＞なのです！それを、アーティストの持ち味を引き出すのがプロデューサーの仕事だ、という常識的な意味で彼を捉えようとするから批判的になるのです。彼こそが＜スター＞で、誰が歌おうか演奏しようが、他の人は全て脇役なのです。単に映画監督と言う視点でヒッチコックを捉えるとおもしろい解釈は生まれない、というのにも似ています。（誰が主演でもヒッチの映画になります。黒沢さんもそうですね。）
デビュー・アルバム「TEDDY BEARS SING」のB-1「I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE」の＜ステレオ・バージョン＞はナント、リード・ボーカルの女の子の声が左で、真ん中がフィルのコーラス、しかも、ところどころリード・ボーカルの3倍くらいの大きさでコーラスが＜邪魔をする＞といってもいいほどの前代未聞のバランス！です。
デビュー前からしてこうなのですから、自己主張とかワガママなどという、なまやさしいことではないのです。
SCHOOLもの
のちにブラック・ミュージックにのめり込んでいった彼ですが、スタートは白人ポップスでした。まずは自らのヴォーカリスト、ギターリスト、および作曲家としての才能を試すところからはじめた、というところでしょうか。'50年代後半は、まだ黒人音楽は一般的ではありませんでしたが、若者の間では熱狂的な指示を得ていました。スペクターもいろいろな黒人アーティストを聞いていたようですが、こと自分のデビューに関しては、世間的に穏便な方法をとったところなど＜奇[...]
また'50年代中期には「暴力教室」をはじめ「HIGHSCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL」など＜怒れる若者＞をテーマにした映画が続々と作られ、その代表としてJ・ディーンが登場し、代表作が「理由なき反抗」-REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE -でした。このように、当時の若者のキー・ワードの一つは＜REBEL＞であり、「乱暴者」のマーロン・ブランドのような皮ジャン、サングラス、バイクというスタイルが流行しました。
彼のでデビュー・ソングはたしかに＜学園もの＞でしたが、それまでの、例えばドリス・デイの「先生のお気に入り」調のホンワカしたものではなく、女の子が自分の想いを直接的、また積極的に＜ナゼわかってくれないの？＞と切々と歌い上げるというのは冬至の若者のフィーリングにピッタシきたようです。実はこの手法、スペクター特有の＜ソフィスティケーションの中の直接性＞というもので、彼を理会する上で大事なことなのです。
ある程度、あるいはそれ以上の音楽の素養がなければミュージシャンや作曲家になれなかったジャズと違って、ギター1本あればだれでもロックンローラーになれる、というのがロックの時代でした。子供が技術を会得して成長し、大人の仲間入りをするのがジャズだとすると、ロックは、子供が子供のままで音楽ができるというのが特徴でした。ヒョットしたらオレにもなれるかもしれないと、多くのシロウトがわれもわれもと参加したことが、音楽の単純化に拍車をかけました。ジャズが豊満でふくよか、とすると、R&Rは骨と皮だけといえましょう。ジャズが大人の音楽で、背景はナイトクラブと女性とお酒が似合いましたが、子供の音楽として誕生したR&Rの背景に一番ピッタリだったのはナント、＜ガレージ＞でした。
麻雀同様4人（あるいは3人）いればすぐにできたのがR&Rの特徴でしたが、ニュー・ヨークのようにせまいところで大声を上げれば、お母さんに怒鳴られるだけですからストリートへ出るわけです。50'sのDoo Wapブームの背景は街角－ストリート・コーナーが似合ったわけです。
それにくらべて土地の広大な中西部や西海岸は車がなければ不便なので、当選、どこの家にもガレージがあり、ここが若者の格好の練習場所となりました（蛇足ですが、今の日本のロックのサウンドの背景は＜貸しスタジオ＞－－密室－－ではないでしょうか？）。さて、楽器は感覚でどうにか弾けますが、作曲というのは簡単そうでもやはり多少の音楽の素養は必要です。しかし、若者の、なんでもいいからR&Rをやりたい！という想いはこんなことではくじけません。骨と皮だけのロックを、さらに皮も捨てて骨だけにしたのです。それが＜ギター・インストゥルメンタル＞でした。これは、楽器を感覚的にかき鳴らすだけですから、とりあえずだれにでもできました。ジャズの単純化がロックとすれば、これはさらに、ロックの単純化で、その極致であったわけです。
これが＜ガレージ・サウンド＞の正体でしたが、この時代に呼応するかのように、新しく生まれた現象がありました。それは、録音機が少しずつ普及し始め、ガレージや居間などでの＜ホーム・レコーディング＞が行われるようになったことです。そして、デモ・テープのような、ある意味では乱暴
チャートに登場するようになり、まさに音楽の大衆化が、内容だけではなく、音質までにも及んだのです（エルビスもバディ・ホリーもデビュー曲は地方の、オヤジさんが社長、オカミさんが専務、というような町工場風のスタジオで録音したものです）。
それまでの録音は、演奏者と録音技師はガラスを隔てて別々の仕事場でした。技師が演奏者にマイクの使い方を指導することはあっても、演奏者の方が技師に注文をつけるというケースはめったにありませんでした。しかし、ホーム・レコーディング特有の、機械いじりの好きな少年の思い付きや、また機材不足からひねりだした斬新な工夫は、新しいサウンドの母体となるのです。
スペクターは、テディー・ベアーズの録音の時から、スタジオ内と調整室を行ったり来たりして、録音技師を困らせていたようですから、コダワリの姿勢は最初からのようです（口述しますが、後年よくいわれるワグナー好きやソウル・ミュージックの追求というのは、スターにありがちな＜後付け＞である、と私は考えています）。
このホーム・レコーディングが、実は＜スペクター・サウンド＞の根幹なのです！＜BACK TO MONO＞の意味もこのことなので、一つのかたまり、大人数、熱気、乱雑の中の整理、複雑の単純化、そして＜ホーム＞、これが彼の求めたものでした。かたまりは＜MONO＞、大人数はミュージシャンの数、熱は＜ハル・ブレインのドラム＞、整理は＜J・ニッチェのアレンジ＞、単純化は＜L・レビンのミックス＞、そしてホームは＜西海岸＞、これがスペクター・サウンドの中味の分析ですが、詳しくはこれも後述します。
この当時のロックンロール少年と同じく、スペクターもギター少年でした。本名のフィル・ハーヴェイとしてインスト・レコードも発表しています。また'58、'59年はインスト・ロックの当たり年で、チャンプ栖の「TEQUILA!」が＃１になったり、B・ホリーのインスト版ともいえるファイヤーボールズ、リンク・レイ、そしてジョニーとハリケーンズ、サント＆ジョニー、サンディー・ネルソン（「TO KNOW HIM～」のドラムはデビュー前の彼です）、そして極め付きはギター・インストの王者、デュアン・エディーの登場でした。
日本ではなぜか、ほとんど評価されませんでしたが、ギターリストとして一番の人気とヒットのあった人で、そのサウンドのユニークさとポップ・シーンへの影響は大きいものがありました。またイギリスでの人気は特に異常で、'60年の人気投票では1位でした（すごい！）。近年リバイバル・ヒットした「PETER GUN」などは後の＜007シリーズ＞や＜バット・マン＞のもとになったともいえますし、日本では未公開の映画「BECAUSE THEY'RE YOUNG」のテーマは、彼の"トワンギー・ギター"と流麗なストリングスとのコンビネーションは、すぐアル・カイオラが取り入れて「荒野の7人」となって登場、西部劇のインスト・テーマの基本形となりました。また「ビートルズがやってくる ヤァ！ヤァ！ヤァ！」のジョージ・マーチン楽団の「リンゴのテーマ」も、まさにD・エディーのマネジャー兼プロデューサーがレスター・シルで、テディー・ベアーズの録音の際、隣のスタジオで仕事をしていて知り合ったといわれ、この人と出会ってなければ＜スペクター・サウンド＞はこの世に存在しなかったといえるほど重大な出会いでした。
シルはこの時すでにスペクターがプロデューサー向きであることを見抜き、早速契約を結び、最初に買った曲のタイトルがナント「BE MY GIRL!」。
スペクターについては、まわりにいた人に才能があったので、本人にそう才能があったわけではない、という人もいますが、これは間違いです。確かにまわりにいた人々は有能でした。しかし、彼はプロデューサーとして一番重要な要素である＜何をやりたいのか＞ということが明確にありました。それは前にも述べましたがいろいろな意味での＜直接性＞というテーマを持っていたことです。これはもちろんR&Rのイディオム（佐野元春調）ですが、荒々しいサウンドの中の直接性より、スペクターがポップスに折り込んだ直接性の方がより＜暴力的＞ですらありました。
例えば、R&Rの時代になって＜BE＞という動詞で始まるビッグ・ヒットは「BE MY BABY」が第1号です（BE CAREFUL～などの慣用句を除く）。簡単なようですが、作る側にまわってみると、これが簡単に言い切れるものではないのです。まさにこれをスパッと言い切れるのが＜スター＞なのです。「TO KNOW HIM～」の断定と「BE」の命令。このシェイクスピア調の、時代がかったともいえる口調が、逆に新味を呼んだのではないでしょうか。この大時代的で、且つ直接的な手法は「I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND」（ユーモアの点ではJ&Pの方が数段上ですネ！）に共通したものを感じます。
シルと契約直後、スペクターはD・エディのセッションを見学しています。さっそく実地訓練をさせようというシルの計らいで、時は'59年の4月の後半でした。この年のエディーの最大のヒットは6月に発売された「FORTY MILES OF BAD ROAD」（9位）で、この曲はナント＜ベース・ドラムだけをイントロでフィーチャーした、ポップス史上初のヒット曲＞なのです。さて、ベース・ドラムのイントロといえば「BE MY BABY」ですが、この2曲の因果関係についての疑問を、10年ほど前の＜ニュー・ミュージック・マガジン＞で発表したことがありましたが、時期的にはこの推論が成り立つようです。が、モチロン、その因果については全く憶測の域は出ておりません。
エディーのスタジオは1トラックのテープ・レコーダーが1台しかないという粗末な設備ながら、そのエコーを駆使してのサウンド作りは、特に録音にはうるさかった若き日のスペクターには刺激的な体験だったと思われます。トワンギー・サウンドの秘密であった水道管やドラム缶をエコーに使用するという一風変わった手法は（そのためシルは何10個もドラム缶を買い、しかも一番響きのいい缶を探したといいます）スペクターが興味を持たなかったはずはありません。
そのような多彩な録音技術を駆使していた人は、D・エディー・サウンドの製作者＜リー・ヘイズルウッド＞でした（エンジニアはエディー・ブラケット）。ヘイズルウッドといえばナンシー・シナトラとのデュエットやアストロノーツの「太陽の彼方に」の作者として日本ではおなじみですが、エディーのプロデューサーとして最初に評価された人なのです。
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中したスペクターは、一瞬たりともヘイズルウッドの背後から離れなかった＞と発言しています。
その後シルは、スペクターをプロデューサーにすべく、今度はニュー・ヨークのリーバー＆ストラーのもとへ送り込みました。’60年代の代表的なコンビがレノン＆マッカートニーとすれば、’50年代はリーバー＆ストラーの時代で、ロック・ビジネスを目指す人々にとっての目標でした。スペクターの学校の先輩でもあった彼らのデビューに一役買っていたのが、これまたレスター・シルでした。シルがマネージャーをしていたコースターズをきっかけに、ドリフターズ、そしてエルビスへの曲提供やプロデュースを行い、初のR&Rにおける独立プロデューサーとしての地位を確立したのがこの二人なのです。
スペクターにとって、このニュー・ヨークでの修行時代の最大の収穫はベン・E・キングのヒット曲「SPANISH HARLEM」をJ・リーバーと共作できたことでしょう。これはR&Rビジネスへの切符を手に入れた、つまり、お墨付をもらったということ......って、最大の自信となったことは疑う余地はあり.....
ま.... ドリフターズの「THERE GOES MY BABY」...にストリングスをフィーチャーする手法を....ことも＜スペクター・サウンド＞への引金になったと、私は思います。その手法でプロデュースしたジーン・ピットニーの「EVERY BREATH I TAKE」は、全くドリフターズ調でしたが、すでに＜スペクター・サウンド＞は出来上がっていた、ともいえる、本家を凌ぐ作品でした。＜ゴフィン＆キング＞との最初の作品でしたが、この日のセッションにはリーバー＆ストラーをはじめ、B・バカラック、B・マン＆C・ウェイル、アルドン出版社の代表のD・カーシュナーら、そうそうたる顔ぶれが集まったといいます。そしてこの作品が、ここに集まった全ての人にスペクターの印象を強く与えることとなり、一緒の仕事が始まるわけです。特にこの曲で印象深いのはドラムのフレーズですが、G・ゴフィンの証言によれば、フィルはドラマーのゲイリー・チェスターに指示をして、それが実に的確だった、ということです。
この修行時代にすでに、J・ニッチェやH・ブレインがいなくても、これだけのものを作っていたことは見落とせません。スペクター・サウンドを作ったのはやはり彼なのです。
この曲は残念ながら大ヒットにはなりませんでしたが、来たるべき＜スペクターの時代＞の幕開けを飾るにふさわしい素晴らしい曲でした。
また、この頃、レスター・シルとリー・ヘイズルウッドは共同活動を解消、スペクターは新たなパートナー、いわば後釜としてシルと関係を結び、それが二人の頭文字を合わせた＜PHIL+LES＞の誕生となりました（シルとヘイズルウッドのレーベル名は二人の息子の頭文字から＜GREG＋MARK＞というものでした）。
'60年代初めにシュレルズがキャロル・キングの名作＜WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW＞
youtubeのコメント欄での話。海外アーティストなので当然日本語ではなく英語で書こうと思うわけだが、なかなかピッタリくる訳が出てこなかった
ド直訳のgood songにしてしまうとgoodが持っている善悪の善のニュアンスに近くなってしまうし、じゃあexcellent songとかmarvellous song？と一瞬思って、でもそういう大げさなリアクションではないので却下。大げさに言うにしてもなんか違う気もするし。そもそもチル系の曲だし。
そして、こういうすぐに適切な英語が出てこない時って文構造の発想自体が間違っていて発想自体を変えなきゃいかんやつだ、と英作文脳が仕事してくれて、そこでやっとI love this songとかThis song touched my heartがが出てきた。
アイドルマスターSideMは救済、よく聞く言葉だ。
実際私もFRAMEの楽曲に人生を救われたクチなのでとても分かる。
しかし、自らが想像もしていなかった曲に救われた、いや、もっとささやかな気づきだが、そんな出来事があったのでここに記そうと思う。
なお、読む方へ。私はこのような文章を書くのに慣れていないので、至らない、誤解を生じる表現があるかもしれない。衝動で書いている自分語りだ。はてな匿名ダイアリーを使うのも初めてだ、改行が分からない。後でヘルプを見て編集しよう。
よくある『SideM救済曲リスト』で見たことのない曲なのだ。びっくりだよ。
都築さんのストーリー、そして声優さんの歌の技量も相まってこう……とても美しくてエモーショナルな曲だと思う。大好きな曲だ（二回目）
でも救済曲か？ 少なくとも私にはその印象はなかった。今朝までは。
音楽が人を救うのは、その内容が、聴く人間の状況によると思う。寄り添う、背中を押す、隣を歩く。音楽は様々な形で、人々のそばにいてくれる。
この曲に救われた経緯を説明するには、「救われた」私の状況も説明しなければならない。簡単にいこう。
大好きな友人と喧嘩をした。喧嘩と言えるかはわからないが、たぶんそうだろう。
詳細は省くが、私の軽率で感情的な発言が原因だろうと思っている。
心はふさぎ込んだ。食欲もなくなる、なにをするにも億劫になる。ただ仕事から帰ってすぐ眠りについた。
頭の中にめぐる色々な種類ものを言語化することはできなかった。後悔、怒り、悲しみ、そんな単語だけで表現するにはあまりにも複雑だと、私は思った。
朝が来る。のろのろと支度をして通勤電車に乗る。
車窓越しに差す朝日を薄眼で眺めながら、惰性でランダムで流す数百曲のプレイリストの中から『Sanctuary World』が再生される。
そのメロディを聴きながらふと思ったのだ。
私の心は音楽のようだ、と。
自らが聴こえる楽曲を、聴いていない相手に口頭で描写できるだろうか。私はできない。
（曲のジャンルにもよるが）複数の楽器が各々音色と音階を、リズムを伴って、重なっている。
心も同じなのではないだろうか。思考と感情は様々な様相で同時並行で走り、そして形作られたものが私なのだ、そう思った。
この感覚を、読んでいるあなたに十全に伝えることができないのがもどかしい。
注釈として、私は若干の共感覚を持っているのだろうか、音楽にはほんのり色と形が見える人間だ。
また、私は音楽に対する感受性が強い。普通にコンサートで号泣するタイプだ。
何にせよ、私が『Sanctuary World』を通して救われた、というか、少し心が軽くなった、そんな話だ。
もしかしたら他の曲を聴いているときに、このことを思ったのかもしれない。
しかし、『Sanctuary World』の歌詞はこんな言葉で締めくくられているのだ。
