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Monthly Archives: February 2009

Live in Brooklyn

“We grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days,” Mr. Condon sang early in the band’s sold-out concert at the Brooklyn Academy of Music on Friday night. “Seen the shadows grow, see an ominous display.”

Have those moments – too few, yet so precious – where you feel like you need to keep your hands on your heart so it doesn’t explode out of your chest.  Such was Beirut at BAM last Saturday night.  Belly full of paprika chicken.  Opera hall full of Apple Store circa 2009.  There for music that almost lifted the lid off the place.  Crisp harmonic horns, wheezing acordian, Zach Condon’s mournful songs.  We were taken backwards to our ancestors, ahead to a fantasy of world musical integration, and left on the street too early in the evening wondering what had jsut happened.

Crazy weeks of shooting.  Pix posted soon.

02.09.09 Posted in Uncategorized

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If I could only remember…

“The older a memory is when it’s recalled, the less activity researchers see in areas of the brain marked in yellow. This suggests that the brain’s interior structures, known to play a role in forming new memories, aren’t that involved in retrieving older ones.

A new study appears to explain why people with Alzheimer’s disease often remember events from the distant past — but not things that happened recently.”

It is strange to think there are all these memories somewhere deep inside I cannot access.   I have never had much of a memory.  No drugs to blame.   Just the way I am wired.   Have always been okay knowing that the Last Ten Minutes of memories are all that I could carry in my shallow memory pale.  I have my pictures and recordings.   I just cannot access what was said sitting next to my father at Steeler Games, or after they played taps at summer camp.   Always thought my lack of memory forced me to live in the moment.

There are triggers.  There are parts of Stephie that remind me of other parts of Stephie, places I was so happy.   Then I look at Stephie knowing we can create new memories everyday rather than resurrect old ones.  There is the smell of popcorn, or Chinese food that remind me of something, but I don’t know what.   There are paintings and photographs that feel like old friends. I just cannot remember the words said…just some feelings.

Our brain must be the great trunk in the attic.   Maybe when we are old and the recent memories go away then we can remember things from long ago.  Maybe that is what heaven is – that time in your life when you can visit again with all the people you cannot remember, all the things you did and forgot.

For now I am obsessed with filling my trunk full of this next moment.     Part might be recorded with a machine or a pen. Part of it might get photographed.  Most of it little yellow marks buried deep in my brain. Then I can let go knowing I can visit all this stuff after I first forget about it.

02.01.09 Posted in Uncategorized

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