ItalianoDEAR MY G-LOVERS
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※This article is an excerpt from the
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After the live ended,
I realised I couldn’t use my voice at all.
I wonder if it will come back by the next live…
This is one thing that no one,
not even myself, knows.
The VISUALIVE
deprives me of body strength and time
like some kind of demon.
My battered figure is reflected in the mirror.
It is unlikely that I can move for awhile.
Despite that,
my reflection in the mirror is laughing.
Even in such a state,
for some reason smiles appear on my face.
Until the start of this LAST VISUALIVE,
it took 7 years worth of time
since the previous VISUALIVE RR2【Requiem et reminiscenceⅡ】.
However,
when it starts to look like the tour has started,
we’ve already gone through half of it.
In the blink of an eye…
Our work is similar to
the construction of a tunnel.
Like digging a tunnel,
it requires an immense amount of time and labour.
Not only is the planning and organisation time consuming,
but even when you start work,
the work does not progress as much as you would have expected.
In order to prevent any accidents,
you have to be cautiously cautious.
However,
once the tunnel is completed,
recalling the time
and effort that it took to get through the tunnel
will at most happen in a moment
and no one will notice
how many thoughts or people were involved.
I enjoy driving but,
my chest always tightens when these thoughts surface
whenever I go through a tunnel.
Because it compares with my own work.
It’s similar to my work.
For my own live,
I do the planning and production from scratch,
to be able to create a one-of-a-kind production,
that cannot be emulated by any other artiste.
However,
an enormous amount of time has to be dedicated to it.
And,
there are even people who feel like
the unbelievably hectic period of time
before the LAST VISUALIVE started
happened a long time ago,
and now it makes them think “There was even a time like that…”.
To that degree,
in this tour,
the passage of time is overwhelmingly fast.
That’s because,
for each and every live,
the thoughts of wanting to create something of high quality,
something that is the best,
or something that isn’t even there,
are always there in each time we assemble the live
from the moment we enter the venue until it ends,
to the point that every one forgets their sense of time
and still desperately continues on.
After the live ends,
my death-like body couldn’t move.
I stared at by own unmoving body and thought,
this must be what it means to have used up all of one’s energy and willpower.
It might sound like an exaggeration but,
I myself think that this is normal.
If other artistes
say that my words are an exaggeration,
they probably either have a huge amount of stamina or,
have been endowed with talents.
Its a wonderful thing.
Unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of advantage.
Its already become normal for me
to collapse during the live,
or lose consciousness,
and waking up or regaining consciousness
then asking about how much time has passed.
When I think, “From here on there are 20 more performances to the end…”,
an inexplicable feeling of loneliness wells up.
When considering the fatigue from the live
normally you’d probably feel relief but,
when I think about it ending
its like the work that I put so much into will disappear…
and has a sense of loss I guess…
Before leaving the venue after the live,
I’ll definitely appear at the scene of the dismantling.
Even with that indescribable feeling
I’ll call out to the friends who are working.
Like this,
we assemble and
then dismantle again each one,
and move to the next venue.
In any case,
the quality of this 『Saigo no Tsuki』 work
has been raised to new heights,
And,
I’ll make an energetic live that will live on forever
in everyone who comes to watch it.
I have mixed feelings but,
as expected, the reason why I smile
is because the image of you coming to watch
surfaces in my heart.
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.”
Until I lose my voice,
until my life runs out…
It’s definitely a blessing
to be able to think like this.
Regardless, to the highest.
Place that I can reach.
GACKT
My voice can be heard
on GACKT Blomaga so,
those who want to read it all, check out the Blomaga
※This article is an excerpt from the
“GACKT’s Trashy Stories” corner in the Blomaga.
【Delivered thrice a month】
http://ch.nicovideo.jp/channel/gackt
With regards to the use of the images from the GACKT Official Blog, they cannot be used for commercial means, adult sites, or prompts linking to other sites,
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Source: GACKT Official Blog
Translation: GACKT ITALIA Team
Translation © GACKT ITALIA