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The Nameless Threat

21 Sep

From Americana, a passage that impresses every real New York man:

She was much more the New York woman now, informed, purposeful, hard to impress.  Gone were the cute enthusiasms of the teenage bride, those sudden flings into space which seemed, so I thought, to be the outer extensions of a childhood marked by wandering.  But with the new sophistication there was a concomitant nameless threat.  Meredith was not so secure in her maturity that she did not suffer those periods of despondency and doubt which seem to weave through the lives of self-reliant women.

The Interdependence of Time & Brilliance

10 Mar

AG, last night before we said goodbye:

If you give a person eternity, there’s nothing they can’t do.  Genius only comes into focus when there’s a time limit.

Incredible.

We Bonded Over Broken Bones

27 Jan

The concept of this song by Owen is simple enough:  a guy and a girl, strangers, sharing a hospital room for broken bones, start to fall in love.   What the song means, though, and how it’s really helped me to understand my relationships, is after the “keep reading” link below.

Enjoy the song first — it’s short, and light, beautiful, and acoustic.  The lyrics are right below the video.

We bonded over broken bones.
Who’s broke skin, who’s fractured in two places, and whose hurt the most.

We bonded over broken bones.
How many Vicodin we took before bed, how many we sold
to the band sleeping on our floor;
Week one of a two week tour.
God knows, they’ll need it more than us.

You and me; an x-ray machine.
I swear that day you saw straight through me.

We’re two bags of bones, broken and talking
of people we both know in common.
Amongst other things that I shouldn’t mention.

You and me: a hospital love scene.
If only these broken bodies were ours forever.

For the relationship of this song to, well, my relationships, click the “keep reading”.

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2008: The Year in Review

2 Jan

As usual, this was quite a year.

365 days ago, I was living with spartan furniture in a different city, deeply in love and joined in a life with a woman I no longer even speak to.  It was before Bon Iver, before The American Dollar, before my last birthday night, before the old apartment got new furniture, before Terry Richardson, before The Wire, before Facebook, before David Foster Wallace, before Gossip Girl, before AG, before the real estate project, before the apothecary, before Taleb, before creating the Legacy Strategy movement, before starting to make it work, before EB White, before the trips to Jersey City, before de Botton, before the summer, before love walked away with little explanation, before the aftermath, before the healing, before the new spots, before the new people, before the midnight swims and the new apartment, before Bammers and a whole new generation of change, before the new clothes, before the new deals, before the  marriage proposal videos, before feeling the whole world rush through me again, before the new friends, and — most of all  — before being completely changed by Alice Miller’s work on the origins of grandiosity & depression in the lives of adults.

The great lesson is that I have no idea — none whatsoever — what life will look like in a year.

And there’s something beautiful about that.

We.  Shall.  See.

What a Night

29 Dec

Last night with Jabes was possibly the most incredible night I’ve ever had at MT in Williamsburg — and I’ve had some incredible nights there.

I sat there listening to The American Dollar, live, ten feet from me, and the music was even more gorgeous, more breathtaking in person.  I sat there with tears just streaming down my cheeks, trying to remember to breathe.   I almost had to walk out because I didn’t think I could contain any more beauty.   That kind of experience, on top of unforgettable food and wine, is what MT was built for.

After the jump is actual video from the previous time The American Dollar played there, which was their first live show ever.   Watching this poorly made video is obviously nothing like what it feels like to be sitting there with the drums reverberating through your sternum, but for those of you who don’t know of this music yet, well, here it is.

The video is here after the jump — Stick around at least until the drums come in right before the two minute mark.

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