Came across this treatise on love today.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
-Neil Gaiman in the sandman
If you don’t know, Beck is releasing an album as sheet music.
The opening up of the music, the possibility of letting people work with these songs in different ways, and of allowing them a different accessibility than what’s offered by all the many forms of music available today, is ultimately what this collection aims for. The songs here come with piano arrangements and guitar chords—as well as parts for brass instruments, in one case, and ukulele chords, in others—but personalizing and even ignoring the arrangements is encouraged. Don’t feel beholden to what’s notated. Use any instrument you want to. Change the chords; rephrase the melodies. Keep only the lyrics, if desired. Play it fast or slow, swung or straight. Take a song and make it an instrumental or an a cappella. Play it for friends, or only for yourself. These arrangements are starting-off points; they don’t originate from any definitive recording or performance.
Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/11/beck-a-preface-to-song-reader.html#ixzz2CE19GAHz
Ironically, a month before the storm, I was doing a lot of planning regarding this very weekend. Some friends who can rarely find a free moment to get together, arranged to meet for drinks and we weren’t about to postpone. So after I finished my provisioning, I went uptown for a couple pints, to catch up, and hear about my friends’ preparations for the Hurricane. Everyone had storm anticipation, so we made hurricane jokes and talked about evacuations. Some friends who also lived in zone A were late as they were busy evacuating. Humorously, my zone A friends who stayed with me were convinced that their building did not have to evacuate. They believed that their building’s management would tell them of the evacuation well in advance. About 30 minutes later, they saw an email from the building’s management informing tenants of the evacuation. That somewhat ended the get together as they left for home to pack a few things. I left to go home and clean up as I suddenly had house guests for the foreseeable future.
After the storm, I went to survey my neighborhood’s damage. Some trees fell down, a sunken boat sat idly in the Gowanus canal, and some basement flooding occurred in buildings near the canal. Much of Manhattan was without power and the city doesn’t know when the subways will return to normal. Looking forward, the most concerning issues are appearing a few days after the storm. Gas is in limited supply. The stations that are open are controlled and regulated by the police, and there is growing concern of an approaching winter storm coinciding with a heating oil shortage.