December 2007


 

Thus God Appeared in a Vision, and Spoke: “Complete Thy Year With The Beatles’ ‘Love’ Album and a Large Quantity of Ovaltine. Use Half and Half For The Latter.”

And So It Was Done.

Amen.

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It’s the last dusk hour of the year. I’m still exiled in the Pittsburgh suburbs, by my own design. My soul’s kind of stirred up. The absence of sidewalks in this neighborhood has pushed me to take my walks in the Mount Royal Cemetery a few blocks away. Cold air in my lungs, and a Green Lady walking past. I can tell that I’m going to listen to a lot of music this evening.

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I’m reading a book by Carl Zimmer about how the discovery of the brain (really only 350 years ago!) violently shook up peoples’ prevailing understandings of the soul and the self — still does, of course. I’ve had a head-spinning, heart-spinning day. On days like this, I find neuroscience to be both comforting and chilling — I actually caught myself wondering whether a frontal lobotomy might make my mind more peaceful! Instead, I made a milkshake and did nice things for people.

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We’re watching a home video I made yesterday…in it, my one-year-old niece/godchild learned how to use my iPod. She kept skipping back to the beginning of The Pointer Sisters song “Neutron Dance,” then gleefully dancing. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

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My mom’s husband brought me a set of jingle bells from his trek to Drum World.

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My brother and I watched the Kiss DVD I gave him for Christmas, and we had major flashbacks to being creeped out and intrigued by their fire-and-blood-spitting theatrics in the late 70s. Now I fully understand why my mom wouldn’t let us watch their TV movies at the time (though she did buy is ‘Alive II’ on vinyl). On a purely musical note, I was surprised to see that their early performances (’74-’75) had a straight up dirty blues vibe.

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A jazz band is playing my mom’s living room during a holiday fete. Mom’s husband is a drummer. Brenda is singing through my Fender Delta Blues amp.

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