Sunday, September 27, 2009

Other Sweet Music Videos

Here's one of my other video favorites that I think is just really interestingly done. I didn't want to put it on the "at seventeen" page, since it has no thematic correlation with that one.

It is a sort of side project of members of Grizzly Bear- "Band of Eagles."




I just like this one, Metronomy's "Radio Ladio" because they are all funny colored, and the way they play the piano is fabulous.


I really like the "cuteness" factor of this, since none of them look quite this adorable in real life. Although the drummer (second from right) is quite cute in real life. And I have had a dream about being Grizzly Bear's housekeeper.




And I just like St vincent- this isn't an amazing video. I think she also looks more gorgeous than normal here.

At Seventeen

On Thursday, I heard this fabulous song that just made me want to cry. Her voice is almost like Joni Mitchell's, but just slightly different, and equally poignant.



This version is obviously life and not as intense as the album version, which still is tragic. Observe the lyrics and weep. Seriously. Especially if you're me, and your high school experience was subpar and no one has liked you since third grade.

At seventeen: Janis Ian

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth...

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say "come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen...

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly...

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen...

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me...

We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Phantom Tollbooth and Life


Last weekend, when I drove for 16 hours in two days for a wedding (ahem!) I had many opportunities to self-reflection, drowsiness, observing the landscape around me (Pennsylvania? Amish folk?), and listening to things. One of the things I listened to was the The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster, narrated by David Hyde Pierce. And it was lovely.

First of all, the book was written written in 1961, and has fabulous illustrations by Jules Feiffer which still stick in my head, even when listening to the book. The book is a witty adventure story, in which Milo, a boy with endless ennui, goes on an adventure because of a mysterious tollbooth that manifests itself in his room. Milo visits all sorts of places: dictionopolis (where words are bought and sold and are edible!), expectations (imagine the puns), digitopolis, the mountains of ignorance, and what not. Before receiving the tollbooth, Milo was a very dissatisfied person: he was never happy, no matter what he was doing, and he was always looking to be where he wasn't. He was always looking forwards or backwards, and could never be present. (Well, doesn't that sound familiar????) Milo's subsequent adventures teach him the value of many things that he took for granted, such as:

1) Education: Milo realizes that he has so much to learn about words, numbers, sounds, wisdom, and that when you learn something, you never know when it will be useful again.
2) How to appreciate life as it is. Milo is unhappy initially with his array of toys, his life, etc, and he realizes that he takes everything for granted!
3) Generosity and concern for others: Milo learns to care for Tock and the Humbug, and to try to help others when their plight is grave. By rescuing Rhyme and Reason, Milo is learning to help others as a means to help himself.
4) Time: The most significant character in the book, aside from Milo, is Tock, the WATCHdog. He is always reminding Milo to use time wisely, to know that time passes quickly, and that everyone's presence is a temporal gift. Tock teaches Milo to be mindful of his life and time. And at the end of the book, there is a very interesting issue in which Milo must go home to his own life and family, and despite his desire to stay in the kingdom of wisdom, he realizes that everything changes, and all things end. (Hmm!!!!)






















For me, as a buddhist-y children's lit loving girl, this book was as powerful as it was when I was smaller. It teaches us how to become aware of our lives, how to be curious, to be mindful, to be kind, to be generous: all without being didactic or condescending. In some ways, it is almost spiritual in trajectory- Milo's adventures teach him mindfulness and awareness, skills we all aim to develop. Some of the quotes were so poetic, so relevant to Buddhist philosophy, and perhaps all philosophy, that I'll share a few.


"But it's not just learning things that's important. It's learning what to do with what you learn and learning why you learn things at all that matters."

"..the most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that. Then one day someone discovered that if you walked as fast as possible and looked at nothing but your shoes you would arrive at your destination much more quickly. Soon everyone was doing it. They all rushed down the avenues and hurried along the boulevards seeing nothing of the wonders and beauties of their city as they went.No one paid any attention to how things looked, and as they moved faster and faster everything grew uglier and dirtier, and as everything grew uglier and dirtier they moved faster and faster, and at last a very strange thing began to happen. Because nobody cared, the city slowly began to disappear. Day by day the buildings grew fainter and fainter, and the streets faded away, until at last it was entirely invisible. There was nothing to see at all."

“You’ll find,” he remarked gently, “that the only thing you can do easily is be wrong, and that’s hardly worth the effort.”

"You must never feel badly about making mistakes," explained Reason quietly, "as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons."



Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Instrument Price Game

Alas, one thing that has always driven me nuts about music is how people so lightly discuss the exorbitant prices of their instruments, and are very casual about their 15,000 dollar instrument, and complain how shitty it is. My biggest darkest secret (well, not the biggest, one of the biggest though) is that my instrument is dirt cheap, and that bow+viola=$4000. And well, that's worked out ok so far. it's obviously not the best of situations, but I end up sounding decent, and I don't really feel like any else's ridiculously expensive instrument is like a million times better than mine, so why bother until $20000 falls into my lap?
Here's what set off the rant inside my head. I went to another undergrad party last night (2 in one weekend- I've exceeded my quota for the semester and perhaps the year) and one of my studiomates broke her bow and the tip shattered or something like that. And she was a bit nonchalant, like, "lalala, I was so upset, but then my parents told me it was insured, and now I can upgrade!"
Me: "that's great! Were you not satisfied with it before?"
Her: "well, it was sort of a nice bow, you know, $3,000. So I was a little sad it broke."
Me, stifling an urge to spit out a beverage in shock: "Oh, yes, that would be a bit sad."

Anyway, this is just one of my many incidents in which people talk to me about their nice instruments, and I just nod and acknowledge that my instrument seems nice to them, but in fact, is quite economical. But I suppose if these people simply can't tell my instrument isn't worth oodles, then haven't I really succeeded?

listening: to new Dodos album

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

the wedding blues

So I went to a very nice, very beautiful wedding this weekend, and I realized these things:
1) I have an irrational fear of driving on high bridges over bodies of water
2) I have an irrational fear of never being loved.

Now, most people are cynics and say, "yes, weddings are awful if you're single, especially if you don't have a guest." This thought had simply never occurred to me, and I'd just never experienced it before. never before (ok, not since high school dances) have i felt so awkwardly single, lonely, and bizarre as i did at this wedding. here's why:
1) i only knew 4 other people there, which consisted of two couples.
2) salsa dancing is not a group effort, it is a dance of couples.
3) i was the only single person at the table, and one of 5 or 6 single ladies at the wedding.
4) not knowing people + salsa dancing= awkward feeling of singledom being an affliction, which i was already well aware of.

So, here's the scoop: let single people bring guests, even if they are friends and not biffles or lady friends. Let people bring guests if they're travelling from far away and they are staying in a hotel alone. Let people bring guests when you've had a flurry of last minute cancellations. A wedding is absolutely all about YOU (the bride and groom) but it is also about the sacred witnessing of the collective of your vows. The community of friends and family has gathered as a witness, as a "sangha," as support, and as people who value you as friends and as a couple. If you support your community a bit, you're supporting yourself, i think.

anyways, the wedding ceremony was very beautiful, nice dresses, tasteful decor, nice location, nice vows...all the things that will be remembered in history were great. and that's what really counts.

listening to: bach 6

Monday, September 7, 2009

Sangha

I've come to realize that what i missed last year was sangha, or community. It doesn't matter what form the community takes- it doesn't have to be a yoga community, a buddhist community, or any other specific form, but just having people who are kind, thoughtful, and care about you. MJ and I had a small party on Saturday, and it was a great party- a nice mix of people came, and I made lavender chocolate cupcakes, and we realized "yes! we have more than 2 friends now!". We have a community of acquaintances, which we never really had last year much. She has some saxophone homies and I have some viola homies, but we have some non-sax-viola friends, which is nice. I also 'joined' (if you call it that) a buddhist sangha in the tradition of Thich Nhat Hanh, called the blooming lilac sangha, which met yesterday. It was only about 8-9 people, and we meditated for an hour, listened to a dharma talk, and had dharma discussion afterwards, and it was great. Everyone was so kind and welcoming, and this was the first of the three buddhist groups that really embraced me, which makes me want to return. The Tibetan group was very nice as well when I went, but there were too many people, and I sort of fell into the cascade of anonymity in the group. They also didn't meditate, which I really wanted anyway. The zen center people were nice, but the practice itself seemed too sterile for me, what with people wearing robes all the time, and the infamous "stick" that you hit people with. I also felt like I stuck out in the meditation, because I didn't have any fancy-pants robes to blend in with. But this group, Blooming Lilac, seems to be for me. In our discussion yesterday, everyone wanted to know what I did, where I was from, and everything else, and it was really quite nice to be supported already by a group of loving and caring people. Afterwards, I went to the studio viola party, and joined another sangha, to be cared for once again, and it was lovely. So yes, sangha is important, and it is one of the things I lacked last year. I look forward to having more caring people in my life again.

listening to: bjork, dark was the night, arcade fire, michael jackson

Friday, September 4, 2009

School and motivation

Carol has this amazing gift of both overestimating one's abilities while also inspiring one to work exceptionally hard. That's my perception, at least. Almost every "planning" lesson with carol features her telling me that I should do something close to absurd, like memorizing the ligeti sonata, for example, or that I should apply for GD at a gazillion good schools. While I sometimes hate the pressure she can put on people, I enjoy it, since it makes me work harder, even if it can be a bit crazy sometimes. For the first week of school, it's been pretty painless in general. I only have 2 classes (count them! 1-2), and I didn't go to one class meeting and the other one was shortened. I'm not in ensemble, and I'm doing chamber music with my friend for no credit. So while Carol is piling things on, I think it'll actually be ok because I might have the time to complete the mission, so to speak. While I did have a baby flare-up last weekend, which was really odd, I seemed to have healed, which is GREAT. I really want to make a serious effort to keep that under control, because I'd like to have a very healthy year and feel good about that healthiness. I think this year has to be better, because I don't have orchestra, I don't have to deal with totally lame classes like last year, and I've been a much better "course" shopper. So cheers to new year enthusiasm.

In other news, fall is always punctuated by the sound of lawn mowers through an open window. And I love it.