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[Jan. 11th, 2007|10:58 pm] |
I think the commencement of a new year brings so many thoughts, questions and re-evalutions to one's mind so instantly. Theoretically, it's only another day, created by man, so why care about it so much. It's apparent though that someone decided to divide our life up into a series of regular intervals, all having a beginning and an end, so I guess it is the sense of completion (and hence, a chance to forget) that allows us to move onto into the start of a new 'year' with new hopes, dreams and aspirations.
Don't get me wrong - I'm completely for new starts. I've always loved the idea of New Year's resolutions and the fact that 'tomorrow is a new day', I've probably sang the theme song from Annie "Tomorrow, tomorrow, you're only a day away" more than the pumpkin-haired girl herself. But this year I'm taking a totally new approach.
I've achieved, I believe, alot so far in life. Big things. Things that some people didn't expect and things that some people didn't agree was a good thing to achieve. Regardless, I've climbed some pretty big mountains.
However, I've also let so much idle time just slip by. Just pass me in the most existential of fashion, but it's not going to happen anymore. I've honestly had a pretty horrible year so far (though, agreed, that is where you seem to notice the many rays of sunshine more) but what I've decided is not to let my circumstances, whether I have control over them or not, dictate how I percieve myself, or what I believe I can [and will] achieve or even how I behave. I'm going to change the things I can so I am constantly moving forward without even contemplating turning into a pillar of salt.
A few close friends of mine and I have decided to wake up, and finish, each day asking "What have you done today to bring yourself closer to God and your dreams for 2007?"
Now, you can ignore the whole God-part, that's not my choice, but sometimes I feel we can let months slip by without even moving towards our dreams. We all have them, as vague as they can be sometimes; some just voice them louder than others.
So I challenge you all, every day ask yourself that question. Clichedly, it's the small steps that are the most significant in bringing us to our hearts desires; so each day evaluate what you have done to get you closer to where you want to go.
Life is precious. We know that. You wouldn't let diamonds just fall straight through your fingers.
Chris |
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[Dec. 5th, 2006|02:00 am] |
Mmmmm, I feel like RICE for dinner.
Damien Rice, that is.
Guess who is going to see him live?! GUESS!!
Me and four of the most awesome people/musicians/singers alive. Hoorah, hoorah.
Damien Rice, here we come. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2006|02:08 pm] |
Why do cast members hate directors?
PLEASE somebody answer me this.
Why oh why!! |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|03:18 pm] |
Dear Friends,
Well, it is that time. The anticipation is almost at it's peak and the excitement is about to BURST at the seams due to what I am about to reveal...
THE FOUR WALLS OF PEFECTION IS OPENING IN THREE WEEKS!

There are only five shows of about 150 people... and tickets are already selling fast! It's set-seating so you need to ring up as soon as possible so you can get good seats! RING RING RING!
Get heaps of people to come before you book though!! Ask everyone you know... repost this on your livejournal if need be! Let's get full-houses... it's better for the cast and better for you guys as audience members (yeah, you know the deal).
COME TO MY NEW MUSICAL!
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[Aug. 15th, 2006|09:22 pm] |
At current, I am very tempted, and almost pushed, to write an emotionally charged four to five paragraphs regarding circumstances and people (read: a certain person) which, although written at a time of [controlled] emotion, is not a momentary feeling or rush, but based on gathered thoughts. However, instead, not to point out my maturity or even to make any reference to the fact that I may, or may not, be above you, I will write this:
I am going to conquer this world. I am going to achieve more than is thought possible and more than what even the most gifted of artists or the youngest of children can ever come close to imagining. I am going to make a difference to this world, the close people around me, and to my life. I will not let circumstances predict my future, but rather push forward, and over them, and succeed, God-willing, in everything I set my heart and mind to. I will be all that I am entitled, and more than what I can be. I will see no limits, I will ignore any negativity. I will forget doubt and build my life on faith, hope and love. I will not bow down to unjust boundaries but rather fight, without any disrespect, for what I believe.
I have humbly whispered these words enough; from now I shall shout from the rooftops: "I am Christopher Harley."
I urge all of you;
achieve the unachievable forgive the unforgiveable dream the unimaginable
Make a difference and be just about it.
prove the impossible. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2006|09:07 pm] |
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within the next two years I'm going to New York with a libretto in one hand and a score in the other; an unbeatable mindset in my head and complete faith in my heart and I'm going to begin to conquer the world. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2006|09:19 pm] |
You will never break me. My spirit is stronger than you will ever know. And soon I will fly free; to a place that I can finally call 'home'. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2006|11:22 pm] |
It's that feeling when you find a new amazing chord progression and you've given a new sweater.
And it's raining. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2006|07:08 pm] |
As those suspencefully, free chords began to play, my eyes closed and that certain smile creeped over my face. She saw; smiled that same smile, and spoke into the microphone. "This song is for Christopher Harley; my soon-to-be international famous music friend,". The only dedication of the night; and it was for me. And as those chords repeated and grew, from a few notes into a life more beautiful than most dare to live, her eyes closed and her mouth opened. Her hair gracefully hung down, though rarely she allows it, and that voice... that unmistakeable voice filled the room; hardly letting people breathe. I know I didn't. That voice, that can convict the purest soul and move the hardest heart, sang out that melody, making it her own beautiful song. Even though the crazy, border-line possessed hat-woman's dancing blocked my view of the rhodes solo, it was a song and a moment I will never forget. It was stunning... and my mind has not stopped singing since.
Son of a Tokyo Rose I was bound to wander from home Stranger to whatever I'd awaken to Spun the wheel, took a shot in the dark One way ticket and a runaway heart A sailor's dream came true the night I dreamed you
Through the neon doorways Down the stony streets I fell All hands high side, all eyes erect, I follow Sailing shadows, reds and blues Curtains drawn but I saw through The window to your soul, and I found you
Whoa, the harbor lights of Venus Shining through the breeze That brings me back to you my love To you my love, to you my love
My eyes must be betraying But that lonesome jukebox playing Something about the harbor lights is calling me Back to some Jamaican Bay Doesn't seem so far away Keep the change, but I'll repay these memories
Dawn came in this morning Like some old junked out melody The words she spoke when we awoke still haunt me What you feel too won't reveal you Let me steal you from my life
Whoah, the harbour lights of Venus Shining through the breeze That brings me back to you my love To you my love, to you my love |
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[Jul. 11th, 2006|11:03 pm] |

Dear one and all,
Just a quick message now that I am able to release specific information re the new musical! These flyers were done in about an hour (I was told at late notice that I had to do them... not that I did the artwork) but all the information is there. It's hard the put in the whole concept of this musical, or any musical (apart from CATS) into a single paragraph so don't judge it purely on the paragraph. There are quite some talented people I've acquired to be in this so it's sure to be a fantastic production. Posters soon to be hanging in a street near you - your support would be unbelievable. I directed this and it's a daunting thing to be doing and I really wish for you all to come! (if you want any of these flyers mailed to you - let me know and my Personal Assisstant will be on it in a jiffy! Haha)


Oh yeah... one last thing... buy tickets to the show!
Love Chris.
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[Jul. 10th, 2006|02:51 pm] |
This afternoon, at 12:17, the first two tickets for my new musical were sold!
And it's months before the show even opens...
This makes me extremely happy.
Bravo! |
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[Apr. 24th, 2006|11:18 am] |
It was truly beautiful to have her in my house again. Her voice echoing through the room that missed it as much as I.
I only wished that I could express myself as eloquently and as honestly as she has always been able to.
She was on repeat; and I was touched. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|05:17 pm] |
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So... matt bevan.
Want to do lighting design for my new musical?
(please say yes)
From Christopher Matthew Harley |
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[Mar. 18th, 2006|07:17 pm] |
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Coffee is like love; only not as good tasting. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2006|03:01 pm] |
I stood half-hunched; trying to reach a decision.
Chicken teriyaki? Chicken teriyaki with advocado? Salmon and Cucumber?! For such a small glass cabinet there were so many delicious choices and due to the daily cost of my train ticket I could only buy one!
"NEXT PLEASE!" I heard a rather caucasion voice impatiently exclaim. Interesting enough, there was noone recently infront or newly behind me so the statement was more a direct "Hurry up you twat!".
I adhered to the tone in her voice and quickly made a decision at the next thing that I saw. "Tukey and Advocado sushi roll, please" i said realising that it sounded alot like an eclectic mix between an American thanksgiving and a runaway japanese bandit.
I looked up and realised her face didn't match, her voice. Certainly, her eyes and her skin matched the sushi counter she was standing behind - but it wasn't an authentic voice. But then again, who am I to judge.
"A dollar eighty" she said just as impatiently. I looked behind me, and there was noone. Why rush me? However, I hastily went through the coin section in my leather wallet; searching for a small gold coin... which I found... eventually.
"Thanks so much" I said after she handed me the change.
"NEXT PLEASE!" she replied.
There was noone behind me.
"I think you should try smiling" I suggested kindly.
"My mother died yesterday" she replied without the tinest of pauses between our sentences.
"I'm so sorry to hear that" I replied sincerely, "I hope life gives you a reason to smile soon."
"NEXT PLEASE!"
I turned to leave, but then realised there was still something more I had to say.
"You forgot my soy sauce." |
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[Mar. 9th, 2006|12:31 am] |
Update... yes?
I think its probably due since I am slack at messaging people (and have no credit).
Life, and the money within it, can be a stressful thing I am discovering - as can family.
But all the worries seem to disappear, or in fact DO disappear, when you step inside the amazingly magical place known as 'The Con'.
It's incredible.
All I am learning about is music... MUSIC! (except for Historical and Cultural Studies 1 - but that is with a young scottish lass lecturing who is one of the funniest people ALIVE - so that's ok).
All of my lecturers are incredible and so interesting - even the insanely overweight guy with little teeth or hair; HE in fact is one of the best - his knowledge of music is amazing. He is my music history lecturer - SO much to learn from him.
Composition is amazing - 20 students when there is meant to be 15 but that's ok because we can all be diverse. Some people I don't like too much (there are alot of either pretencious or introverted people) but so many people are INCREDIBLE CHAMPIONS!
Which brings me to the notions of friends. I happened to make an INCREDIBLY CHAMPIONISTIC friend on wednesday - also studying composition. It is quite fair to say that he would have been one of the cool kids at high school and I am great friends with him - in FACT, I was one of the first in our year to befriend him (which I did by recopying down notes from a tute that he was late for) and then borrowed scores and recordings for him as he forget his card.
He is very possibly me in a different body. It is quite cool and it is awesome to be friends with a cool kid. His passion for music and composition is incredible - we love the same composers and writers (though he isn't a giant fan of shakespeare). He is extremely down to earth but is so morally challenging which is awesome (all within a day mind you)... [look how ecstatic I get over the fact that I have a friend at the con... actually I have heaps but this guy is going to be one of the best]... Anyway, its a weird thing because I'm meeting people unlike most I have met before... this is SOOOOOOOOOO much better than school - SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH BETTER... everyone loves music... everyone LOVES music! And they all have these driving passions.
I am one of the funny kids in every class - which is odd because I'm not a funny person - but its just because these guys are introverted and haven't really heard the notion of humour before haha.
In fact, Chris Williams and I are possibly the cool kids or the rebels... in the fact that every lecture (or over 130 people) we are making jokes and mucking up and causing havoc... its terrible but great all at the same time.
Basically, I love friends - I love friends who love music - its all incredible. I am so happy when I am at the con (even if wednesday is 9 - 5 without a single break!) It is such an amazing feeling to be in a place like this - school is somewhat for jerks - the con is for amazements (and pretentious jerks - there is a mix).
I miss alot of you people - you still mean the world to me. You are the ones I think of when I'm outside of the con and life is looking dreary and stupid and I have memories and smile and then go and write some music.
All is lovely when I'm surrounded by musicians and memories.
WRITE ME SO I CAN HEAR FROM YOUR FACES!
Still need to find the female cellists in my year so I'm able to find a girlfriend - haha!
Man, I LOVE the con and music and everything - man, I love having so many genuine friends who all love music... I LOVE IT! I hated school - and I see now why. School is ok - I just didn't fit in - and I'm at a place where there is no room between me and the surrounding puzzle pieces...
...I am piece that holds the twinkle in the little boy's eye in the puzzle you got for christmas. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2006|06:34 pm] |
OK so you've been asked to join the 'Mr. Men' series company to create a new book.
If you were to make a Mr. Men book based on me.. what would it be called?
Reply and I'll think of one for YOU |
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[Feb. 24th, 2006|10:40 pm] |
I'm getting tired of things.
Physically yeah, because I haven't slept on a real bed for over a month (that will change from this Monday)but just mainly tired of the way my life is working.
Now I know I have been given [and sought after mind you] amazing oppurtunities and I have awesome talents and I know I'm going to have a life that I love - but at the moment it's so standstill... kind of the same from when I was the age of eight.
I'm tired of not being understood my family. That statement in itself may sound like cliched angst - but I mean it more than just that. It's not that my form of expression is so different - it's just that my family are too preoccupied with their lives that they only reply 'yes' automatically... they don't remember the words that I say; and they don't care without relating it to their pasts and presents.
I'm tired of finding out more and more about my Dad's disgusting past and his mirroring present. I'm sick hearing of the things my Mum did and feeling them all over again in her cold, selfish words and attitudes. I hate remembering what it feels like; what it sounds like.
Everytime I'm with a family member, some disagreement (ranging in size) happens that I honestly don't start. Today I realised, or at least remembered, that I can't remember a time where I was truly listened to by my family. And I do seriously mean that - it's hard for me. I'm not angry about it... just rather saddened. I can't remember many things - like my father talking to my mother in that soppy way he talks to his random women these days... or my mother saying things without some hidden message. Mind you I have an incredible long-term memory... and I don't remember because they never happened.
Today I cried and prayed after my mum accused me of liking Dad only because he gave me some money. Mum knows I'm not like that - and God knows how hard it is to even like my father... or even my mum - it's weird to say and for people who have met my parents they find it hard to believe (that whole facade thing) but I'm realising its true... and it's harder when I was a kid who wanted to marry my mum and thought my dad was the greatest hero in the world. Now I'm realising I don't wish to follow in many of their footsteps. Anyway, I was crying and praying and I said to God "All I want is a family who listens and understands - a family who love and like and appreciate unconditionally. I would trade in all the music you have given me for that - I wouldn't have cared if I never had any gift in music if you gave me that'. For people who know me really well, and maybe for those who don't, they know that would ave to be an extreme - music is my life (without being like stupid emos who scream that without knowing what music is apart from screams and distortion) so for me to want to trade it for something means I want it fairly desperately... but it's true. I'm a person who loves family - I was just given a family that is hard to love. That sounds awful and I really do love my family unconditionally... it's just more the struggle of holding up a like, joy and excitement for it.
I just want to be listened to; I want people to want to hear what I have to say. I need that. I don't want to have to write a musical for me to get my message across.
Though you all know I will anyway. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2006|08:27 pm] |
Sydney is nice. Terraces are lovely.
The con starts soon - I can't wait to be surrounded by crazy musicians who all have the same passion as me. Leaving school and attending rare social gathering thereafter makes one realise who much he really didn't fit in... sure there were the few, amazing, life-changing few but hindsight sets in and quietly whispers the word 'assimilation' through a loudspeaker.
Music is becoming more of me than it has before - though I haven't had my hands on the beauty of black and white keys for at least three lifetimes. (well, since I have been in sydney). I have been asked to write a guitar and cello duet, three movements, for the newly formed duo of Gareth Koch and Trish O'Brien. Quite exciting things. Music is becoming the tan I could never get in summer - the giant beach ball I was never invited to play with.
Also, apologies for mixing sentimental metaphors with updated fact - my brain can't decide between being a journalist or a poet.
People annoy me. Not people being people - but the anatomy of people. You see, I simply can't fold them up and put them into suitcases; taking them with me as if they were my favourite jacket. I wish I could - but even if I could alot of them have instruments or talent which I wouldn't even want to try folding so it all makes it difficult. Sometimes I wish I had that Jesus-factor - where people just follow you; just because. Well, not just because - but people followed you. That way I wouldn't lose people within this crazy world; I wouldn't lose them behind their intelligent language.
I realised more than ever that I wish to make films. Ideas which are all written down in my 'ideas book' which noone is aloud to read besides Holly who gave me the book. I want to create - and thats all. True feeling comes from the unexpection realisation of creation. I just want to create - not necessarily to give a message or to express a feeling... but just because my body, my mind, my soul just want to create. Create a symphony, create a story... create a memory.
Also, language surely isn't that hard to understand. Yet people don't seem to be using it right to me and/or can't understand my choice of words. It's rather odd; but when you sit back and think about it, it's rather perculiar - almost humurous - though frustrating at the time.
I wish people just spoke music.
I might start to preach universiality. Not a word I know - but remember - that's the whole point.
Hope you are all well. Missings are happening. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2006|05:30 pm] |
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Today has been incredible.
I caught a train to surprise visit my mother at her work but also to fill in an apllication form for 'elite atheletes/performers' (obviously I come into the latter) so that I may get into the Aydney course I wished without the UAI meaning all that much because over the past fews days it hit me so hard for the first time 'What if I don't actually get into Sydney Con?'. And it was a weird feeling because as much as I doubt it to you guys and make up excuses such as "the aural test was So hard - I practically failed it!" somehow I still believed I would get in - until now. I was seriousl doubting it.
Anyway, it must have been fate or God (possibly both) because I don't have a train timetable so I practically walk to the station and wait until the next train comes; usually I just miss one and have to wait about an hour... BUT The train arrived jsut as I was buying my ticket.
So I start filling out this form here, and starting not wanting to because it was asking for things like my height and weight which I didn't think was appropriate since I am not wanting to be a model OR a jockey and I was contemplating whether I should just hope my UAI is enough of which i convinced myself it wasn't.
Hence I distracted myself on MSN.
As usual - a cellist saved the day. Cellists really are the superheroes of the modern society... powerful <i>and</i> sensitive. And she said to me - "DID YOU GET IN?" - to which I replied "Oh gosh - please don't tell me you are talking about Sydney Con and that I haven't got in" - - - and it went on about how her bassist friend did get in so I was saddened as I didn't get any word that I had. So she told me to just double check on the UAC website and this is what is read.
Offers - Preliminary Round
UAC number: 115287292 Name: CHRISTOPHER HARLEY
As at: 04/01/2006
You have received the following offer in the Preliminary Round for study in 2006.
The steps you will need to take to respond to your offer and/or proceed with your enrolment vary from institution to institution. For offers at some institutions you will be taken directly from this web site to the institution's web site. For others, you may be asked to record your acceptance first.
We have also posted your offer of admission letter to you; most institutions have also included a booklet which contains enrolment information.

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I jumped up and down - literally.
I did not stop jumping up and down.
My head is still recovering from hitting the roof.
It hurts.
But that doesn't matter - I was accepted in the PRELIMENARY ROUND to the only conservatorium I applied to BECAUSE I WANTED IT SO BAD!
To cut a long story short I made it.
To make it a tad longer - thank you to those of you for planting seeds of hope into my life when I started to doubt and for being the inspiration and strength behind what I have achieved and what I am yet to. I sincerely thank you.
Today has been a good good day.
PRAISE DA LORD!! |
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