谁的此去经年

雷鬼乐是早期牙买加的流行音乐之一，它不仅融合了美国节奏蓝调的抒情曲风，同时还加入了拉丁音乐的热情。另外，雷鬼乐十分强调vocal的部份，不论是独唱或合唱，通常它是运用吟唱的方式来表现，并且藉由吉他、打击乐器、电子琴或其他乐器带出主要的旋律和节奏。而在雷鬼乐当中，你还会发现电贝斯占了相当重要的比例！雷鬼乐是属于四四拍的音乐，重音落在第二和第四拍。从音乐中大鼓的部份，我们可以清楚的听出一个明显的节奏和固定的旋律线。拥有自成一派、懒洋洋的独特节奏。

Reggae的诞生颇为辗转：它演变自Ska，一种急速，结集?古巴/非洲爵士乐及美国节奏蓝调的音乐，后来经美国新奥尔良的乐手改良后变成了雷鬼，再传回牙买加。雷鬼与摇滚乐一样，只是一个统称，其支派非常多，有迷幻的Dub、类似R&B的Rocksteady、跳舞节奏的Ragga，Dancehall Rapping等等，是牙买加最闻名的出产。

说到这个雷鬼名称的由来，事实上它是来自于牙买加某个街道的名称，意思指的是日常生活当中一些琐琐碎碎的事情。早期的雷鬼乐其实是一群住在都市里的穷人用来表达抗议的一种方式，所以在内容方面大部份都是写一些社会革命的言论，要不嘛就是一堆激进的说词，有些时候你还真会觉得这歌词怎么写的那么的尖酸讽刺！

不过，当然不是每首歌词都是这么的忿忿不平的罗，也有一些歌词传达出来的是正义、希望和崇高、伟大的爱！在1940年时期，雷鬼乐的主要音响设备像是唱盘、扩大器和大型的音箱，都是可以在卡车上移动的，这样一来不仅方便表演者四处演出，同时也让雷鬼乐更为普遍。1960年雷鬼乐在牙买加十分风行，而这样的音乐渐渐地也流行到了各个Disco里面。舞厅里D.J在雷鬼乐中加入大量的Rap，这么一来，不仅加强了音乐的节奏感，同时也让跳舞的群众更带劲儿！

Bob Marley跟他的乐团是Reggae音乐的鼻祖。随著电影配乐成功的流传到美国， 逐渐影响了白人乐手，在摇滚乐及饶舌音乐中经常可以发现雷鬼音乐的踪迹。 在Bob Marley死后，Reggae 音乐渐渐没落。直到80, 90年代， 一种融合了饶舌音乐及雷鬼音乐的新型态出现， 这种叫做dub 或是toasting 的新音乐型态为雷鬼音乐注入了新的生命。 Bob 的儿子 - Ziggy Marley，也是这段时间雷鬼乐界的代表人物。

虽然雷鬼乐的成形早在 '68 年左右就产生於牙买加，但本属地方性的音乐类型， 然而在 '72 年藉由 Island Records 的推广，这些牙买加的乐手得以妥善利用先进的录音技术及行销系统，开始步向国际化。

雷鬼身上有街舞的影子，而街舞的分类有很多种，比较为人熟知的是Locking 和Breaking。那么雷鬼和他们的区别在哪里呢？答案在此：雷鬼属于走性感风格的、偏女性化的舞蹈；而Locking、Poppin 则属于Funky 的放克风格，舞蹈气质比较诙谐幽默或者绅士风一些；Breaking 最早是受到香港武打片的影响，所以整体风格比较火爆硬朗。所以，其实可以用一句话来解释分别就是：女性化的舞蹈和男性化的舞蹈。

RAGREA（雷鬼)：这个舞据说起源于法国,也有人说起源于美国。是非常性感的一种舞蹈，演绎的舞者穿着也很暴露，以下半身的动作为主，主要用到臀部，腰部，腿部，还会有一些简单的倒立，同时在空中摇晃大腿的诱惑动作。在色情业发达的日本发展非常好。而正常的演绎亦非常性感。

Bob Marley : 有人尊称他为「雷鬼乐之父」，为牙买加人。他的音乐到他去世( 1981年5月)之后才广为世人推崇。

UB40 : 英国曼彻斯特起家，致力推广雷鬼乐不遗余力。有人称他们为「雷鬼乐教父」.

Sean Kingston : BOB Marley制作人JACK RUBY的孙子,Buju Banton的侄子Sean Kingston凭借出色的掌控节奏和旋律的才能，Sean Kingston在十几岁的年纪就混迹迈阿密的演出圈，参加各种才艺比赛，曾经和Ludacris，Pitbull这样的大牌同台演出。

Iyaz:出生位於加勒比海地区的英属维京群岛，本名Keidran Jones的Iyaz，父亲为艺人巡回演出的团队工作人员，母亲则是教堂唱诗班总监，从小训练出Iyaz不凡的音乐实力。大学时期和朋友录下创作曲「Island Girls」，想不到在当地引起广大回响，涌入电台超高的点播率，在MySpace累积大批支持粉丝群，其中也吸引到Sean Kingston的注意，在其穿针引线下，与J.R. Rotem於华纳音乐集团旗下所设立之厂牌Beluga Heights Records签下一纸合约，优异的才华更受邀「We Are The World 25 For Haiti」与巨星们共同义唱。

Thank you for your sympathy and best wishes at this time. We live in a world of our own making, a world built by our own unique perceptions which we believe in fully, every year, every day, every hour and every moment of our lives. Even though in reality this life is fleeting and lasts no longer than the time it takes for a spark of fire to shoot out, it is experienced by some as dragging on interminably for aeons and aeons. Yet for others, although in reality the span of this world’s existence is infinite, their experience of it lasts no longer than the blink of an eye. For some, this world is no bigger than a worm hole, yet they feel insignificant and isolated, lost in a vast and infinite void. Others perceive the world to be small—as small as an entire universe—and to them it feels uncomfortably confined and claustrophobic. Most of us, myself included, have been conditioned to live and die in a world created by our own perceptions, and continue to create conditions that will ensure we repeat this same game over and over again. Amongst myriad possible perceptions, Thinley Norbu Rinpoche is seen variously as an ordinary person, a father, a teacher and a perfect being—a diversity of perception that is the result of each perceiver’s individual merit, or lack of it. For people like me, whose limitations lead me to see him merely as my father, your condolences will be accepted as emotional support. For those of you with ‘superior qualities’—or who aspire to develop such qualities—and are able to see Thinley Norbu as a perfect being, this is yet another opportunity to shrug off impure perception and generate pure perception, so that eventually you will go beyond perception altogether. ‘Awareness’ is the quintessential teaching of the Buddha—from the awareness of cool air as you breath in and then out, to the profound awareness of natural perfection. And with boundless compassion and courage, the sole purpose and activity of all the buddhas it is to ring the alarm bell that brings us to this awareness. With enough merit, the passing of this great being can be interpreted as the ringing of that alarm bell, and a timely reminder of all the teachings, from the simple truth of impermanence, all the way up to the realization of unobstructed compassion. In this way, as much as this deluded mind of ours appreciated and valued his appearance in this world, it should also appreciate and value his disappearance. Touching as it is to hear from those who are offering various prayers, recitations, butter lamps and many other wholesome activities at this time, allow me to remind myself and all those who are interested, that none of the practices we are currently engaging in are for him, but for ourselves. However brilliantly the moon appears in the sky, if the pond is muddy, the moon will not be reflected in its waters. In the same way, it is through the purification of defilements and accumulation of merit within our own minds that will enable us, in time, to perceive a reflection of the Buddha, fully intact and never to depart. So, rather than congratulating ourselves with the thought that we have accomplished all these practices during this special time, bear in mind that we should already have been doing them—and for that matter, we should continue doing them throughout this and all our future lives. But to imagine that our practise is something like providing this great being with the ‘last rites’ is definitely not the best way to go. I have also been asked which specific practices should be done. Again, I will repeat that mindfulness, in other words ‘awareness’, is our practice. We are ignorant beings, and as such require constant reminders about the importance of making the effort to land in this awareness. Therefore all our guru’s activities—from when he yawns or coughs, to when he appears or disappears—are his way of reminding us to come back, again and again, to mindfulness. And as long as we are mindful and aware, no one practice is better than another. Written and dedicated to the enlightenment of all sentient beings in the presence of the rupakaya of Thinley Norbu. New York City

美国护照中写着：不管你身处何方，美国政府都是你强大的后盾。在中国护照中写着：请严格遵守当地的法律，并尊重那里的风俗习惯。 微评：美国说：出去了有人欺负你，招呼一声，咱修理他！中国说：出去了老实点，听人家话，少给老子惹麻烦！

今天一兄弟问十一怎么过的，我答，宅了足足7天。人家回：宅女呀，你可长点心吧，出去转转没准会有缘分出现啊。

悲催啊。

没前世何来今生？都是冤亲债主。

相见休言有泪珠，酒阑重得叙欢娱，凤屏鸳枕宿金铺。    兰麝细香闻喘息，绮罗纤缕见肌肤，此时还恨薄情无？

小学时，看了人生中的第一本武打小说。还记得名字是：残肢令。是同桌借来的。胖胖的小男生，白白净净，那时候就懂得做卖书的生意，一再叮嘱要好好爱护地看，不要弄破损，拿回来他还要卖给别人，真可爱。于是在小学、初中和高中阶段把几乎市面上能够找到的全部武打小说读了个遍。后遗症是读书飞快，一本书不读完坚决不睡觉，誓不罢休。

看的第一本卫斯理的书是高中时莎莎借给我，血咒。今天再拿来研读。好怀念。

第一本亦舒的小说是喜宝，也是莎莎，从此害上毒瘾般割舍不下。现在回想，喜欢张爱玲和亦舒小说的女孩子，大多敏感，独立，挑剔，精明的要命，深受其毒，所以大多单身着。试问这样子哪个男生喜欢？

昨天乔布斯去世。可见，拥有再多的钱还是买不来健康。快乐亦如是吧。我们是否应该把每一天都当做末日般滴活？这样是否就可以让自己快乐些？丢失的爱疯5原来是为了纪念伊人：Iphone4S=Iphone for Steve. 致敬！

清晨醒来还是纠结着。放下怎么就那么难？我何时变成这样的丑陋？自己都不爱。回忆排山倒海，精细到每一分每一秒。我可不可以让自己愚钝一点呢？那样才会快乐呀。把签名改成: 想的多，爱纠结，超倔强。

倾盆大雨足足下了5天。是在给我下马威吗？可是即便这样，我也没有其他选择和退路。我只能说，冷着热着活着就好。

原来想你的时候真的是大雨倾盆，帘卷西风。