Players showed different responses to the TERA in Korea and Japan

  The super MMORPG game-TERA which developed by the South Korea Bluehole company and operated by the Hangame under the NHN group, show different in Korea and Japan.

   As the same game,but the two countries in South Korea and Japan market presents different state. Japanese markets, the game has succeeded beyond expectation, and even after the commercial open, still in the upward trend; But the market in South Korea, the game take less and less market, the serve also become less and less, number of players also has the same fate.

   According to the relevant industry, the TERA in South Korea domestic server online players' number so far maintain only about the 40000 people, the current wander is 8 to 11 in the South Korea game list!

   But in the Japanese market, the game from the open beta test to been commercialized, stable keep at the highest number of 50000 online, and the number is even currently small increase.
   Because of the difference of the online game market scale, in fact,  the Japanese market 50000 players online at the same time is is equivalent to the top 200000 players highest online at the same time in the Korea market. Although Bluehole and NHN don't have any comment of the number, but with the silence attitude, we can see that the serve in Japan is much hot than in Korea.
   The TERA as a big article which spend about 40 billion, with about 160000 to the top of the open beta test online players, make it possible to competite with the South Korea leaders of the eternal online tower for two months, but the game after commercial operate for one month, as the content, the plugin, professional balance not perfect well, the game in the market has a big decrease, now can only competite with the heaven 2" and "world of warcraft" .

  Instead, is worth to pay close attention to Japanese market, the number of players in the game after the growth of commercial growth more quickly and need the Tera gold  even let the Hangame ZhengXu of representative on the exclamation, Japanese online market with Korea online market is really not the same!

Crack has official signing in Korea

Developed by Trion and directly named challenge to World of Warcraft, the European 3D  MMORPG "cracks: Te Lana domain of God" gain another victory overseas markets. Today the Korea CJ E & M Corporation Announce that they get the agent and to be the first Asian exporter of crack.

 Crack has developed for more than five years and dropped a total of $ 50 million, before the formal operation of the test has attracted over 1 million players to join, as to show the level of the concern in North America.
  Fissures's view of the world is describe the two forces' conflict, the world produces collapse and to form a number of crack, to maintain order and fight with destiny, players need to choose one side to join, and enjoy a rich and varied content of the epic feeling of accomplishment in a changing world under Te Lana ,  "Crack" is currently providing a total warrior, mage, priest and four major professional thieves, with the role of growth can be "soul points" for players on the free allocation to property, as their ideal role; to complete the task and by epic events, to keep on improving the value of the role of hero.
  Moreover, as the title game, the game system which get the the most attention is the dynamic events caused by the cracks, when cracks open, Te Lana world's surface, biology and surrounding environment will instantly change and bringing a strange and unpredictable world of different disasters. As far as we known, The cracks has land, water, fire, wind, death and  life. in addition to allowing the player to experience different styles of time and space, also plays a key plot development.

  News agency released at the same time, CJ E & M companies are optimistic about the cracks will be a huge success in Korea, the current service schedule and related operational plans have entered the preparatory stage. Cracks has operated in Europe and America market and exported to Russia, Korea and other regions.

  WOWhead Trion cooperation with the parent company of ZAM, a "fracture: Te Lana domain of God" and WOW like to create a similar database, which now formally launched.

Although this system was put into use just on the line, but it already contains a crack all the professional capacity of the current data, props list, story and mission, players can learn more about the web browser of the props and detailed numerical properties, the database values ??than the game in a more comprehensive and accurate. On different levels of professional skills and numerical simulation of the growth can also be carried out in this database.

Currently the database for data integration, more functionality is also relatively weak, ZAM said they will continue to be improved, and allow players to feel satisfied.

The test

“I'v decided to take the test, wish me with good luck." A A message popped out on the screen when I logged in my MSN.
 
 For a moment, I stared at the screen and got lost in those words.

 Finally, I replied: “ Don’t worry about it. It is a right decision for you! And good luck will with you !” I must have said words like that a thousand times in the last few days. Now these words I wrote, though sincere enough, had the look of pale emptiness. But I don't know who can I say or do that will let Ken feel better. There was a long silence followed, and then Jia logged off.

 Ken is an old friend of mine, but we have kind of drifted apart over these days. She had been trying hard to conceive and had a real hard time about it. In the past three years, she almost tried everything and every method but not succeed! Someting had happened, My pregnancy somehow built up an invisible wall between us. I have tried carefully not to talk too much about my baby and my feelings in order not to ahrm her. But it’s difficult to walk the fine line between reminding her of her problems, and neglecting her by not sharing her with my joys.

 Last month, when she told me that she got pregnant, this good news really made happy and wish for her. We went on and on about how excited to be a mother over the phone with no slightest portent about the dramatic turn of the event that was about to occur.
  But about a week ago, a suddenly bad news came and ruined everything: the result of Ken's torch test was negative and some virus that she carried might be passed to her unborn baby, and to the worse, there is a chance that it might cause the grave deformity.

 The doctor suggested Ken should take a high-risk test, which might cause miscarriage, but the tset need to take to confirm if the baby is OK.

  This shock nearly deprived me of speech. What a nightmare! I wanted to comfort Ken by assuring her that nothing need to be afraid of, but it is everything we are afraid of. We both knew what it would mean to a mother-to-be.

 Why those bad things happened to Ken? not others. A faint cold hand touched my heart. There came a flutter thought: “ Is this a kind of punishment?” At this moment, I knew it was so cruel to think about something like that.  But I couldn’t shake it off and don't know what should I do. Before this pregnancy, Jia gave up three babies because of abortion. When we were young, so ruthless and careless, raising a child seemed to be the last thing we need to do. We had to mortgage to pay, we were still at the beginning of our career, and our marriage has not stabled yet… . In short, we were not ready to have a baby! There are still many things we need to do, there are still many placese we have not gone and we still not want to be so tired at this yong age. I still clearly remembered that the third time Ken decided to take an abortion, some tried to persuade her to change her mind. “It’s too dangerous. You might never be able to have a child again.” said they. “That’s OK with me. I am not suit to be a mother and I never want to have a child with me.” That's Ken's reply. The color ebbed out of her cheeks, but her emotion looks was determined. Several years later, my ears still ringed with her words, however, everything has changed.
 
  I remembered with guilty that at that time I was the one who stood on her beside. At that time, I did not want a child too and think with a child it would be very boring. I never had a way with kids and I had always been felt very uncomfortable around with the small child. After graduating from teh Normal University, I was a teacher in a primary school and teach the first grade, which I quit two month later. During the two month, I saw many spoiled childrem and found it was very hard to deal with them. I swore to myself that I would never have a child of mine. During the first years after I married, my husband didn’t want a child too. But he was totally against abortion, so I was extremely careful.

 I guess I was lucky---I never had an unwanted pregnancy. Sometimes I can’t help but wondering, what would happen if I were not so lucky? Would I just like Ken to give up the God’s gift, then spend the rest of life with regret about it? Now looking at my son’s face, I realize there are so many things I should be thankful.

Everything please be all right!

What can we do with the war?

I am speaking not as a Briten, not as a European, not as a member of a western democracy, but as a human being, a member of the species human, whose continued existence of is in doubt. The world is full of conflicts: Jews and Arabs; Indians and Pakistanis,different countries; White men and Negroes in the world; and, overshadowing all minor conflicts, the titanic struggle between communism and anticommunism.
    Almost everybody who is politically conscious about the strong feelings about one or more of these issues; but I want you, if you can, to set aside such feelings for the moment and consider yourself as only a member of a biological species which has had a remarkable history and whose disappearance none of us can desire. I shall try to say no single word which should appeal to one group rather than to another. All, equally, are in peril, and if the peril is understood, there is hope that they may collectively avert it. I think We need to learn to think in a different way. We have to learn to ask ourselves not what steps can be taken to give military victory to whatever group we prefer, for there no longer are such steps. The question we have to ask ourselves is: What steps can be taken to prevent a military conflict of which the issues will be a big disastrous to all sides?
    The general public, and even many men in position of authority, have not realized what would be involved in a war with hydrogen bombs. The general public still thinks in terms of the obliteration of cities. It is understood that the new bombs are more powerful than the old and that, while one atomic bomb could obliterate Hiroshima, one hydrogen bomb could obliterate the largest cities such as Beijing, Pair, Moscow and so on. No one would doubt that in a hydrogen-bomb war great cities would be obliterated. But this is one of the minor disasters that would have to be faced. If everybody in London, New York, and Moscow were exterminated, the world might, in the course of a few centuries, recover from the blow. But we now know, especially since the Bikini test, that hydrogen bombs can gradually spread destruction over a much wider area than had been supposed. It is stated on very good authority that a bomb can now be manufactured which will be 25, 000 times as powerful as that which destroyed Hiroshima. Such a bomb, if exploded near the ground or under water, sends radioactive particles into the upper air. They sink gradually and reach the surface of the earth in the form of a deadly dust or rain. It was this dust which infected the Japanese fishermen and their catch of fish although they were outside what American experts believed to be the danger zone. No one knows how widely such lethal radioactive particles might be diffused, but the best authorities are unanimous in saying that the war with hydrogen bombs is quite likely to put an end to the human race. It is feared that if many hydrogen bombs are used in a war there will be universal death – sudden only for a fortunate minority, but for the majority a slow torture of disease and disintegration.
    Here, then, is the problem which I present to you, stark and dreadful and inescapable: Shall we put an end to the human race; or shall mankind renounce war? People will not face this alternative because it is so difficult to abolish war. They need to use war to settle problems. The abolition of war will demand distasteful limitations of national sovereignty. But what perhaps impedes understanding of the situation more than anything else is that the term “mankind” feels vague and abstract. People scarcely realize in imagination that the danger to themselves and their children and even to their grandchildren, and not only to a dimly apprehended humanity. And so they hope that perhaps war may be allowed to continue provided modern weapons are prohibited. I am afraid this hope is illusory. Whatever agreements not to use hydrogen bombs had to be reached in time of peace, they would no longer be considered binding in time of war, and both sides would set to work to manufacture hydrogen bombs as soon as war broke out, for if one side manufactured the bombs and the other did not, the side that manufactured them would inevitable be victorious…
    As geological time is reckoned, Man has so far existed only for a very short period --- one million years at the most. What he has achieved, especially during the last 6,000 years, is something utterly new in the history of the Cosmos, so far at least as we are acquainted with it. For countless ages the sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, the stars shone in the night, but it was only with the coming of Man that these things were understood. In the great world of astronomy and in the little world of the atom, Man has unveiled secrets which might have been thought undiscoverable. In art and literature and religion, some men have shown a sublimity of feeling which makes the species worth preserving. Is all this to end in trivial horror because so few are able to think of Man rather than of this or that group of men? Is our race so destitute of wisdom, so incapable of impartial love, so blind even to the simplest dictates of self-preservation that the last proof of its silly cleverness is to be the extermination of all life on our planet? – for it will be not only men who will perish, but also the animals, whom no one can accuse of communism or anticommunism.
    I cannot believe that this is to be the end. I would have all men forget the ir quarrels for a moment and reflect that, if they will allow themselves to survive, there is every reason to expect the triumphs in the future to exceed immeasurably the triumphs of the past. There lies before us, if we choose continual progress in happiness, knowledge, and wisdom. Shall we, instead, choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? I appeal, as a human being to human beings: remember your humanity, and forget the rest. If you can do so, the way lies open to a new Paradise; if you cannot, nothing lies before you but universal death.

There is a travel, called silent

Recently, many things suddenly stacked together, the whole feeling tired, tired to numbness. If the whole body numb okay, but the worst part of it is numb. If you are numb all the time, also good, but actually like the TV network step by step, the intermediate race against time to insert advertising. The most sad is that advertising is their insertion can not seem to delete. This feeling of happiness or frustration?
Someone once said: want to travel away from home to achieve the aspirations of youth.For me, sometimes the desire for travel is to experience voice of the soul, full steam ahead like a quiet cry. Recently, in particular, to a person in a strange place, walk, you can enjoy a daze, give yourself a sufficient space and time, do not do anything, do not need to take anything.
(A)
Always loved the feeling of the road. Chance of a lens, a mind transaction, can be a beautiful success. Thinking about a long walk to the place of the mind, only some of flying through a dream, really beautiful, beautiful. Outside the mobile landscape, the mind is the flow of the landscape, there should be and the, sometimes with separation, but a fantasy one, they drop a little sense, it is a spiritual immersion, immersion quiet and ecstasy .
The road is silent, but never feel bored all the time and space is full, leaving his own. Like standing on a corner, watching the ancient building, the next tick in the rain, played through the history of the charm. Like watching the sunset sky, long, long time, and felt a splendid vagaries of the atmosphere, and some Zen. Emotion and looked like a desolate stretch of the trees, reading its story, its ups and downs, a distant, a longing, to the distant winding of the extension of extension. . .
This is a trip, a trip away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. This is a spiritual immersion, a self-close look. In the journey through thoughts and feelings, is a nature of the publicity and release.
(B)
One day, somewhere one kind of fate began to travel, soul trembled, but do not know for what? Full of dough and the feeling of moisture beating heart, so much of a life color, but also an extra music.
Bubbling flow of springs silence, from life itself for many years the understanding of deposition, but also from the heart are not sure of the destination. In jis journey, do not want to leave does not mean that will not leave. Want to say this, but based in the heart.Stubborn silence, a voice, mind can not resolve the songs. Self-silence, is a color, the color of the mind can not be washed.
Sometimes feel the sky is pale, the earth is lonely, rain is desolate, fallen leaves are misty.Exposure to one person, feelings of regret and grievances. Always believe that silence is a kind of love, a watch. But also acknowledged that silence is more of a frustration, an escape, a moderate, and moderate in a self-stubborn. Only a deep sigh immersed in a dream, tells a truth: moderate never be perfect, and some just too much hypocrisy, or too many defects.
Once thought that travel only a spiritual enjoyment, came after many, just understand, come to care about travel, I feel nothing in respect of only one kind, a distinct feeling empty, but not touch, bringing biting ice cold.
Some people say: Wei mountain silence is a moth, clear water is a silent spirit. When you love something, you will understand that silence is an appreciation of the extreme, language and feeling weak compared to how the language is a constraint, can not describe long-distance travel in Xinyu.
So, let mind quiet, still dreams at midnight when the heart is tender. So, let your heart filled with blessings, drift into a lingering and warm air in the endless love of years, can still believe in themselves.

Fragrance of the Road

Always in the bloom season of Sophora japonica fragrant touch to dim. Faint fragrance deeply touch the heart of God touch the nose touch, even if it is not fragrant home specialty, but also be my memorable childhood laughter and tears, the ups and downs and the crystallization of China. Childhood always like playing in a playmate in a bamboo forest will naturally Cantabile like season play. Playing in the shady bits and pieces of bamboo, the play book to stay in the grass covered with Yin Yin stone paths, and playing in a stream of golden flies the years. The way to the playmate house is completed in the shady trees, but it seems never to go finish.
At that time only a few small home through the dirt. Herbs on the road without shore of long dead, even if the two deep ruts on the hasty step or a shallow pit is also stubborn a "jack."Until now I still busy walking on that dirt road, also very glad there is no construction of new rural back, because I walked this road for fifteen years, half of the thirties, memories flowing. But have not heard from the leaves floated on the birds, and smell the faint scent.There are only faint whistle told me not wishful thinking. For ah, the total not to let it back?And I can only let my memory back, retreated to touch the memory of the abyss.
Sophora japonica, after all, a specialty of the Central Plains. The hometown specialties specialty is non-terraced fields on the expanse of the river bank Tada rape. After all, gold is also fertile ground storage hidden golden rape. Stored in the memory to the distant relatives, I always microwave rape Ao sail the sea, crossing the Golden time in Hong rape quietly flowing. In the Butterfly and Bee back in the golden position, feel that way have to go back fifteen years, crooked.
Grandmother's front door is a gravel road, now is a gravel road. She said that every stone rustle excited whenever they hear the voice of touch, I know I must have come - the time-tested method. But one day she did not find me coming. I startled her, then she wood, and a long wood. Her pupils are in the world become blurred. She said she did not hear that again and again, she knew she was older, I know - she can no longer take pride in the past.No longer. Grandmother's life dull, full of wonders, there is no big thing, no matter what, such as mustard. Like many rural people, students old and sick, weddings and marriage, like a one in a little mustard is micro wind blowing dust into the quiet water, no ripples, no trace. Eighty-five summer and winter can teach people to forget everything.
Memory of the late autumn road sleep with thick leaves, and numerous early winter northwest wind was like playing a local anesthetic like shivering, just like hundreds of thousands of butterflies Butterfly Spring mouth spray in the air swirling. But I still believe this is only the Korean romantic drama in the unit can occur in the scene.
Mr. Lu said: There is no way in this, people walk more they will become a road. Humans are changing the road are changing: from narrow to wide and short length, from mud to hard. Also from tangible to intangible. Different people, different achievements will be the road of life, different life trajectory. Just on the road, on the fragrance of the road, there are too many stories we vibrate, so that we fright.
Is the foot of a road, do not know the surrounding wilderness has experienced a number of mulberry, has no way of knowing how many filmed here Jingtao cliff. Fear of the number of wild waves. Years of teaching people to know how heavy the weight of it, the word in the rough for a long time. Xu ups out here, see the note in the annals of ancient China's familiar name. (Roof side of the county Yap has still proud of him.) Looked far ahead in the end should be. But centuries of sun, moon and sprinkling so filled with the story here.
Xia public if the joys and sorrows of today in this way he has re-take the rivers and mountains, is doomed to a life way different day. The old man told me, where the road is fairly good. Yes, this tireless road between heaven and earth to shop in the broad-minded, laid on the plains, laying in dwarf ICo. Some are barely leaning on the edge of a cliff, hanging on in the sluggish river. This is not some way, is leaning on the field of public Xia Jing, stick with the risk taken to the vine. Not insisted on leaving the cliffs, and there are thoughts which look at the scenery, only thinking about their own micro-life, three feet three inches up. I have long been established as early as the stone from the school read out the collection on the face of the bit in his pride, a few Chuxiong heart. He is to go their own ambitions, he wants to success is immortal classic, timeless legend. So, he went on the road. Use, such as rafters, such as peaks and exotic thin sketch of south China's long and arduous journey. Even if the line is so forceful, but not an ink empty, no one at the United States is little effect of the drug.
Walking alone. Wide expanse of land. Clear Jade glass days. Clean the Milky Way. The entire universe seems to have disappeared completely, altogether. A vague time. Pale.History seems to back the historical starting point, or into the end of history. But Xu is still walking, always walk the walk with impunity. Elusive and out of the descendants of altitude, out of the majestic history of the Compassionate large Toru - a navigable road in South China's day - a stalwart of life.

Penetrate the soul of music

I would never lay it across the soul of music, deep-seated quietly listening to the melody.

No one from the concert have been so memorable, not a concert ripped through your bladder, it will make you hurt to the bone, it makes you love to not give up, this is the charm of regret, a people they can not bear to listen to listen to music.

Looking back on all of the music, just my memory of the hourglass, as time goes on, have been light out in my mind, only it stamped in my heart remain.

Slowly, accustomed to its rhythm, used to read it in the dead of night, to resolve its internal, but also used the time to listen to it in the frustrated sad talk. Gradually, it became my writing in the shadow.

You listen to that low and the female voice, sounded in grief in the music of strings, as if the dark night alone in a helpless ghost wandering the wilderness in the mountains, either cold rain hit in the face, all the pain are out of the hole in the music.

Sad music spoke the voice of frustration, the wound the soul in baptism, when the cries of regret sigh followed. It will not let you relax, will not let you pleasure, it can give, but sad when you make you more lonely lonely.

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Sad does not mean lonely in this music, love seems so far away, but seems to be at your fingertips. Always set off in the hazy mood sultry mist.

Sad music stopped ringing, ringing stopped, kept repeating, at the moment, you hear the music in it?

Music, colorful gardens.

Music, colorful gardens.
It is in the moonlight, in the spring behind the house next.
I love music, love of life through the power of it.
I love music, love music and the natural essence of the devil, it is omnipresent active in the universe, there is in my blood.
The face of music, who is the most rational appreciation of quiet, you will see the garden under the moon, is shining with beautiful sheen, this is the music.
Years of water, people, ah, you deep into the music, the Kingdom of it, will hear the sound of birds Pina wing, hear the water gurgling from life.
Music is the sea.
Stroke jumping waves in the sea breezes to appreciate music, you excited.
Into the music, surprised to find himself discovered.
Embrace life, close to music, and let the universe every note into a beautiful wreath.
Grateful for the unlimited nature, accompany our growth, our out of a lack of language.
Grateful for the unlimited music, use our simple and robust attachment, opened up a block of barren heart of the countryside.

Musical taste and aftertaste of coffee

Coffee, a can and wine famous "art", the type of coffee as much as has become a culture, it is with wine only difference is that people who really understand them, to products to which the unique taste, the content , and they become friends. Life is a cup of coffee, you will feel bitter, hard to swallow, add the sugar, the taste will be good, but maybe people do not really understand it added anything to drink is simply the most original taste, then drink is still food for thought.

Not drink coffee, always have a lot of fantasy to it, as the first coffee smell from the mouth before the taste of it, really sweet, but after a drink, but found no rich as sweet as others that have may just be bitter and sour, life is also the case, did not try to not have too many feelings. Started as a simple, always original.

When the first taste of coffee and then drank the second oral product of the moment, seems to feel that unique fragrance of coffee began to distribute from the body, the following make you feel the music, only to comprehend what is post-traumatic stubborn after the price.

The following are some pleasant music can bring you back to childhood, carefree space inside that home. Best in the warm afternoon, basking in the sun, blowing warm air blowing from a distance, close my eyes, accompanied by the sweet aroma of coffee, enjoy the sun, music, and those sweet memories.

Jeff Bridges follows his 'Heart' to music

As a high school senior enthralled by Bob Dylan, The Beatles, James Brown and surf-rock, he started Wednesday night jam sessions that continued for 15 years. He sang, played guitar, wrote songs and assumed his passion and abilities would lead to a career in music.

Explaining the professional path that left those ambitions sidelined for decades, Bridges, 61, resorts to typical understatement.

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"Well, I've been making movies," says the prolific showbiz veteran with 65 films on his résumé and five more in the pipeline. "I had success with acting, so I went that way."

Bridges grins broadly and adds, "But I always carried my guitar with me."

Quiet devotion and woodshedding finally led to a broad public breakthrough for the troubadour side of Bridges in 2009's music-driven Crazy Heart, a springboard for his self-titled major-label debut on Blue Note, coming Tuesday. It's not his first album. Be Here Soon, a shambolic set of rock and soul, was released in 2000 on his own label to little fanfare (3,000 copies sold, according to Nielsen SoundScan). He contributed several tracks to the soundtrack for Crazy Heart, co-produced by T Bone Burnett and Stephen Bruton.

Both resurface on Bridges, as do songwriters Greg Brown, Bo Ramsey and John Goodwin, Bridges' pal since fourth grade. Bruton, who died of throat cancer in 2009, wrote first single What a Little Bit of Love Can Do. Burnett drafted his crackerjack regulars, including keyboardist Keefus Ciancia, guitarist Marc Ribot and drummer Jay Bellerose, and such guest vocalists as Rosanne Cash, Sam Phillips, Benji Hughes andRyan Bingham. The latter's Crazy Heart theme, The Weary Kind, won an Oscar, Grammy and Golden Globe.

"It seemed to be the season for this to happen," says Bridges, who won his first Oscar for portraying Crazy Heart's Bad Blake, a washed-up country star. "This album came out of that experience in several ways, especially the material. A lot of great songs were written for Crazy Heart, but there were only so many slots."

Crazy's roots reach back to the 1980 Western Heaven's Gate and Kris Kristofferson, who introduced Bridges to Burnett. Their enduring bond proved pivotal to the Crazy project.

"I took a pass on Crazy Heart because there was no music attached to it," Bridges says. "Then Bone got involved. So I was in, but I felt like, 'Oh, my God, am I going to risk dropping the ball?' I had some reservations."

A year away from movies

His worries were groundless. The film and its Grammy-winning soundtrack were warmly received, as was Bridges' recent showcase, sans the Blake mask, at L.A.'s fabled Troubadour, where his family, Burnett, older brother Beau, friend Jackson Browne and sundry glitterati joined enthusiastic fans. He was introduced by Quincy Jones, who licensed Bridges' original Lost in Space tune for the film John and Mary when the actor was only 17.

"When an actor sets his sights on fronting a band, it can often be a cringe-worthy affair,"Variety noted. "Ego ends up trumping talent and the music can leave much to be desired. This isn't the case with Jeff Bridges, who … seemed completely at ease holding a guitar and commanding the audience with his laid-back, gravelly baritone and natural charisma."

Albums by actors tend to get bashed, often justifiably, as vanity projects (think Kevin Costner, Bruce Willis, Lindsay Lohan, Don Johnson, Eddie Murphy). Such a snap dismissal of Bridges would be unfair, says Phil Gallo, Billboard's senior correspondent for film and TV music.

"To make a sophisticated record like Jeff's takes time, and he carved out a year from movies to work on the album," Gallo says. "Crazy Heart made it plausible. He's saying, 'Here I was in fiction, now here I am in non-fiction.' There's some overlap, but there's plenty of Jeff Bridges that is not Bad Blake.

"It's a very pleasant album that's going to appeal to people who like his mature characters. This isn't an album The Dude (of The Big Lebowski) would make. It's more in line with his thoughtful roles. It's broader than country and could appeal to Americana fans."

Getting booked this fall on PBS' Austin City Limits was "about the smartest thing he could do," Gallo says. "That's a perfect audience."

The day before his Troubadour gig, Bridges, who lives 90 miles up the coast in Montecito, Calif., arrives at a posh L.A. hotel for breakfast casually clad in a white T-shirt and brown jacket, sporting a beard and wavy, thick gray hair that brushes his shoulders. He orders coffee, grapefruit juice, rye toast and scrambled eggs with onions, avocado, salsa and Tabasco.

"How about chutney?" the waitress offers.

"Interesting," he responds. "Sure!"

Bridges, admired in the entertainment industry as cheerful, candid, grounded and humble, heaps praise on his collaborators, resists carping and shrugs off setbacks.

When Be Here Soon bombed, "I was a little disheartened, but it didn't dampen my feeling for the music," he says. "It was great fun. I thought, 'Oh, I have a relatively high degree of fame. I can get this thing heard.' But radio is completely different from how I remember it as a kid."

Regardless of radio or chart response, Bridges considers the new album a solid success: He worked with ace players and won the approval of his three daughters and wife Susan.

"She's thrilled because she knows this has been a dream of mine my whole life," he says. (They've been married since 1977.) "She's so strong and so supportive. She's holding my kite strings."

To those who might deem the album self-indulgent, Bridges says, "Everything is vanity, isn't it? The guy who set the benchmark for the so-called vanity project is William Shatner. I applaud him for saying, 'This is interesting.' There's something wonderful about that. And caring what people say? I guess I do, but I try not to care too much. People don't like this crossover stuff. They want you to be one thing."

Multiple creative outlets

Bridges is anything but. He has dabbled in ceramics and painting. He's a cartoonist and published photographer.

"I remember trying to memorize my lines on location somewhere 20 years ago in a hotel room," he says. "I thought of a song idea and was picking on my guitar for an hour. I said, 'What are you doing? Get back to the script!' I used to get upset for being off-purpose.

"Now I realize shaking up my creativity makes all of it better. When I did Fearless, I found myself getting art supplies, big sheets of paper, and painting and going crazy with charcoal."

The hues on Bridges' songwriting palette veer from country to art-rocking Tumbling Vineand hallucinatory Slow Boat.

"There's a lot of Jeff in Bad Blake, real country music, but I'm very interested in his psychedelic stuff, and I would have liked more of that," Burnett says. "He's a stone California character, a real nature boy. The music comes from deep in his soul."

Bridges, an inexperienced recording artist, quickly adapted to studio technology and the producer's musicians, "who play in a very back pocket, behind the beat," Burnett says. "Most people, I'm talking about good singers, need a while to adjust to it."

Bridges likened Burnett to a director, "and I look to the director to help me transcend myself," he says. "I respect Bone's ears a lot more than mine."

Keeping it fresh

He drew other lessons from his Hollywood background.

"The trap often in acting is you do a first take and, 'God, that was good!' So when you have to do another take, you think, 'OK, I'm going to do it exactly like that.' Well, you can't. You have to create that emptiness again so freshness can come."

Bridges, whom the late film critic Pauline Kael dubbed "the most natural and least self-conscious screen actor that has ever lived," doesn't consider musical expression necessarily more personal than acting.

"Acting could be thought of as make-believe, fake, or it could be thought of as action," he says. "A lot of ingredients go into that cauldron, and sometimes real magic happens, too. That's alchemy — I'm not going to pretend to do that, I'm going to do that. And in music, you're creating illusion, playing a part in a song. You're not being you, but there are elements of you in there. It's mysterious."

Showbiz may have greased his musical wheels, but it also put on the brakes. Blame Sea Hunt, the TV hit (1958-1961) starring his dad, Lloyd Bridges.

"My father and my mom were so gung-ho about showbiz," Bridges says. "Every time there was a part for me in Sea Hunt, my dad said, 'Come on! You'll get out of school!' They didn't discourage my music, but they weren't as encouraging as they were about acting."

Now both callings beckon.

"You never know what the future has in store," he says. But he's certain Bridges isn't a swan song. "This is the tip of the iceberg."

The past as the cloud

People walking in long life on the road, will have countless memories.
Past, is a loss of time, through the years is the period; past, a look at the books sealed and frequented the album, is a page could not bear to tear off the calendar and helpless.
Past, some memorable, often in the aftertaste, some painful, could not bear to look back; some sugar, sweet as honey, sweet like nectar, and some bitter race berberine, too astringent alum; some fleeting, fleeting , and some recurrent, long knows no boundaries; some have been indifferent, long forgotten, some memorable, unforgettable; some a happy, comfortable laugh, and some lose, heartbroken; some chance, occasional sudden , some fate of the doomed, doomed; some singing until dawn, smiles everywhere, and some jealously guarding the night, tears filled lapel; some exciting and boring without AIDS, and some spectacular, blockbuster. Some smooth, quick, and some hardships, ups and downs.
The past is the past thing, thing of the past is a story, whether past or story, in fact, like all things in the past is yesterday. Cloud, floating floating on the loose, smoke, blowing blowing gone, under the action of wind, clouds and smoke will dissipate, and in the long course of years, but can not erase the memories and stories. Many people are saying "ma'am" is in fact deceive ourselves, because in too many sad memories, and even woke up people in there who is willing to go in their own mind to find it this past ? Others are often more willing to be filed, so the use of the word ma'am, do a self-comforting, self-mockery. If the past is wonderful, can often make people laugh wake up from sleep, or deliberately in her spare time to pursue some of the past process, taste some past feelings, often between friends or show off, with many of these past who will definitely not, "ma'am," talks about the word, that he would "smoke" with the words "painting", which read as "past picturesque." Who does not want to "ma'am"? Who does not hope that "past picturesque"?
The content is very rich past, can not always be good, can not be all sad. No matter what kind of content, what type of memories, and make people more or less experienced some emotional sustenance to whom. In fact, many memories and feelings about themselves, and mostly related to emotional and difficult to let go of the past, almost caches in the soul, from time to time will flash before your eyes, come to your mind. Emotional memories are always people lingering, especially if you had deliberately and for, work hard so that you always remember the past is not erased. This is a fact that no one can deny, who can truly make memories smoke it? Even if you have a sad goodbye to the past and usher in a new life, happiness and joy will always accompany you, you can not do so past, such as clouds usually dissipate. So ma'am, just past the attitude towards the parties only, a hope nothing.
Ma'am, Ye Hao, past picturesque worth mentioning, after all, already a thing of the past, two different words, bears a different feeling, nothing more than a beautiful and sad differences; also represents a different mentality, that is to face and to avoid the difference. Past, whether good or sad, do not expect it to go specifically to the same as the clouds dissipate, it is not written on the blackboard on the Fen Bizi, rub board, there is no hint of it is true, after all, has happened, is specific people at specific times, specific locations in place, no matter big or small, good and bad, will stay in your memory mark, the same as deep seal engraving. Past, although sad, do not deliberately go to avoid it. In order to forget, but often difficult to forget. You do not want to mention others, but others can not be obscured by the mouth, should have the courage to face all the sad events of the past, when the right person is reading a biography or history. Because, even if you as the events of yesterday, before the tears flow do not let the clock back, let history be rewritten, more importantly, do not let that flow into a river of tears has washed away the road you continue to live!
Good memories, allows you to look back at what might happen for the future to provide experience; sad events of the past, but also allows you to reflect on the things that may be encountered in future provide a reference.

However, all past, the best think on it only occasionally. Not because it is beautiful, you indulge them, too infatuated with the beautiful past, you will lose forward direction, the loss of power struggle, should strike a balance, learn to smoke the picturesque memories of the past into indifference; Do not is sad, you get stuck, completely contrite past sad, you lose the courage to survive, discarded the hope of tomorrow, should take heart and strive to interpret the events of smoke into the picturesque past.

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如果一個人過河船碰撞和空用他自己的小艇（小艇），儘管他是一個壞脾氣的人，他不會變得很生氣。

但如果他看到一個人在船上，他會喊他，帶領（控制，駕駛）清晰。

如果不喊一聲，他會喊一遍，再一次，並開始咒罵。
而所有因為有人在船上。

然而，如果船是空的，他不會喊，並沒有生氣。

如果你可以清空自己的船過江的世界，
沒有人會反對你，沒有人會試圖傷害你....

誰可以免費從自己的成就，從名氣，下降和失去人民群眾中的男人？

他會像流道，看不見的，他會去了解生命本身一樣沒有名字，也沒有回家。

簡單就是他，沒有區別。對所有出場，他是一個傻瓜。
他的腳步不留痕跡。他沒有權力。他實現了什麼，沒有信譽。

由於他的判斷沒有人，沒有一個法官他。
這就是完美的人：
他的船是空的。
... ...

該名男子誰擁有一些尊重他的人讓他的屍體（屍體，殘骸）淡出人們的視線，隱藏自己是完美的，因為他可以。

About the Artist & Review: Ryan Pugal – “Carnival”

The world needs to hear the music of Ryan Pugal, a singer, a songwriter from Honolulu, Hawaii who has the passion, talent and drive. His third indie album release, ‘Carnival’, scheduled to release June 20th at iTunes and Amazon, is one of the best summer albums to purchase by a indie artist,he is so different and so great! So  great !
The album features all new original material by Ryan Pugal and his best material release to date. “Bad Dog” the first track on the album and first single release off the album is a upbeat, club record with a hook that will keep you humming it at work all day, it’s probably one of the best pop songs i heard in a while coming from a indie artist. The album has all types of styles that exposes the talent of this amazing artist. I can’t choose a favorite off the album because every song is great, amazing and equally liked!
All is the best !

Articles Of Note Music Articles And Life Enrichment

Whether you admit it or not, music imbeds our daily life, weaving its beauty and emotion through our thoughts, activities and memories.  So if you're interested in music theory, music appreciation, Beethoven, Mozart, or other composers, artists and performers, we hope you'll spend some time with here and learn from these music articles of note for all ages and tastes.

When I first started studying the history of music, I did not realize what I was getting into. I had thought that music history was somewhat of a trivial pursuit. In fact, I only took my history of classical music class because I needed  the credits. I did not realize how completely fascinating music history is. You see, in our culture many of us do not really learn to understand music. For much of the world, music is a language, but for us it is something that we consumed passively.  When I began to learn about the history of Western music, however, it changed all that for me. I have had some experience playing musical instruments, but I have never mastered one enough to really understand what music is all about. This class showed me.

When most of us think about the history of music, we think of the history of rock music. We assume that the history is simple because the music is simple. In fact, neither is the case. The history of music, whether you're talking about classical music, rock music, jazz music, or any other kind, is always complicated. New chord structures are introduced bringing with them new ways of understanding the world. New rhythmic patterns are introduced, bringing with them new ways of understanding time. And music reflects all of it.

Even when the class was over, I could not stop learning about the history of music. It had whetted my appetite, and I wanted more. I got all the music history books that I could find. I even began to research forms of music that had not interested me before in the hopes of enhancing my musical knowledge further. Although I was in school studying toward something very different – a degree in engineering – I had thought about giving it up and going back to get a degree in musicology. That is how much I am fascinated by the subject.

If you have never taken a course in the history of music, you don't know what you are missing out on. The radio will never sound the same to you again. Everything will seem much more rich, much more luminous, and much more important. A new song can reflect a new way of being, and a new way of imagining life in the world. This is what learning about the history of music means to many of us.

We're not sure any torch was passed, but two generations of pop phenoms exchanged some admiration when Lady Gaga took in Britney Spears' Femme Fatale show Saturday night in Atlantic City.

Brit-Brit got the ball rolling from the stage by telling the crowd, "I have a very special guest tonight...Lady Gaga is here." Needless to say, the crowd went crazy.

But what did Mama Monster do in return?

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Gaga, sitting up front in the floor section, stood and waved and a made a heart sign with her hands--and Britney hearted her right back. Awww, so cute.

Later, during "I Wanna Go," Gaga got on her feet and did a little fist-pumping. Clearly, she was enjoying herself as she double fisted drinks during the show.

During a break in the show, Gaga accidentally stole the show when the crowd started chanting her name and rushing over to snap pics.

Although she ducked out during the encore with security in tow to avoid the rush, her night wasn't over.

She was spotted hitting the blackjack tables at the Borgata Resort later that night.

Brit took to her Twitter post performance to give Gaga some more love, writing: "So amazing to have the beautiful @LadyGaga at the show in AC tonight. Love you girl."

So nice to see two of our favorite divas getting along!

Gaga wasn't the only familar face in the crowd. Brit's boyfriend Jason Trawick was also on hand, as was her dad and conservator Jamie, who was dipping tobacco during the show. Classy!

How to make Viking heather beer

I was a bit of a worry to my father. He was a man who loved sport - especially football - while I loathed the playing field with a matching zeal. (My decision to go shopping instead of watching the 1966 World Cup Final was more than he could take). Also, and this was worse in his eyes, I preferred lager to "proper" beer. I just didn't like the heavy, sickly, bitter flavour. I think my father considered me to be a little effete, though this is not the word he might have chosen.

My lifelong aversion to all sport I put down to good sense, but my distaste for most beers may be due to my parents habit of providing me with a bedtime eggcupful of "Little Bricky" throughout my formative years. This noxious emanation from our local brewery - Brickwoods in Portsmouth – would, I think, be enough to put anyone off beer for life. I am still a bit of a lager drinker but have, at the behest of incredulous friends, made valiant attempts to appreciate the finer points of "proper" beers and have even started to make the stuff. I think I am finally recovering from all those Little Brickies.

Making beer is easy and quick - certainly easier and much quicker than wine-making. However you do need some more "kit", and big kit at that. With wine you are dealing with just a gallon, but beer can only, sensibly, be made in five gallon (25 litre) batches. Foremost is a saucepan capable of holding at least three gallons of liquid – I use a stockpot. You will also need a food-grade plastic fermentation bucket capable of holding 25 litres and either a 25 litre pressure barrel or an awful lot of beer bottles. In addition you will need a hydrometer and a cooking thermometer.

The following recipe comes from one of the most interesting people I know. His name is Alastair Wallace (a Scot, as if you needed telling). He is a delightful and engaging expert on ancient brewing techniques and breweries who can take a bit of stopping once you set him off on his favourite topic. I asked him if he could come up with an easy recipe using wild plants. He describes the recipe he sent me as a "metheglin" (a honey wine flavoured with herbs or spices) though I would suggest it is a honey beer, albeit one quite unrelated to the modern honey beers that contain very little honey indeed. It is more, as Alastair himself says, like the stuff the Vikings would have drunk.

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