Saturday, August 13, 2005

The Blower's Daughter...Damien Rice...

Have you ever heard Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter?...

I just cried harder than I think I've ever cried in my life (I'm still crying) listening to that song...

It's the opening song to the movie Closer (a movie for which this song stands out as something really terribly sweet and authentic)...

I was realizing as I was listening to it...that it's been a long time since I've felt that way...

That totally, completely, without reservation or defense in love with a woman...

So in love that you don't even think about it...you just feel it...

It was the summer of 1997...

We made love on her best friend's bed...I peeled rose petals and made a path down to the bedroom of the house that we were housesitting...

And we made love...for the first time...and for her...the first time ever...

And it was the most beautiful night of my life, I think...

And it was the summer of 1998...when I went to go live with her in Washington, D.C...and we spent almost every waking moment together...we worked together...we lived together...we did literally everything together...I don't think we spent one day or night separate that summer...

We worked together at the B'nai B'rith...and we would go picnic together on our lunch break in the park in the middle of town...

She'd bring bagels and yogurt and some fruit maybe...maybe a sandwich for me, since I still ate meat, at the time...

And we just sat in the middle of the park...and I was so in love...and I totally took it all so much for granted...

I can't stop crying...

I don't think that I've ever felt so completely open to the world...

So completely idealistic...

So completely in love...

"I can't take my eyes off of you...I can't take my eyes off of you...I can't take my eyes off of you...I can't take my eyes off of you...I can't take my eyes off of you...I can't take my eyes off of you"...

We went to this really great presentation by Cornell West, the radical, social democratic, and deeply spiritual black scholar and committed poverty advocate, and the Reverend Eugene Waters, the more liberal/conservative Boston preacher who both led the effort by black ministers to embrace President Bush's Faith Based Initiative and who has helped reinvigorate efforts to seriously improve Boston's inner cities...

"I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you"...

Do you know what is saddest for me...

The part that breaks my heart worse than anything else...

It's not breaking up...that was hard enough...

But that's not it...

It's that I think she's given up...

I think this girl that to me symbolized everything that was/is amazing...beautiful...idealistic...hopeful...noble...

...good...great...

...about the world...

I'm concerned that she's just given up...

That for whatever fucked up reasons...

That she's just turned her back on everything that was great about her...

That was AMAZING about her...

That's she's just slowly...

Given up...

And it makes me so sad...I can't even describe it...

It pains a place inside me that is so deeply offended that the gods have taken away someone who was destined to lead mere mortals out of the dark recesses of their poor, pathetic, cynical souls...

"I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you"...

That's what makes me saddest...

That's what makes me cry so deeply today...

A cry that's reminiscent for me of the cry that my father gave the day that he learned that my mom had left...and that we all shared with him on his bed the night that we learned that she was gone...me, my sister, Liz, and my sister, Jenny...

This deep guttural cry that tells you that there's something seriously wrong in the world today...

That she may have given up...even if just for a time...

Because the world needs her...that's for goddamned sure...

I tell everyone...

You'd just have to know her...

And it's true...

If you met her...

Especially in those summers of 1997 and 1998...

You'd see what I mean...

She was so alive...I was so alive...

So completely full of purpose...

So completely trusting of the world...

And no reason to think otherwise, really...

I miss her...

"I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you...I can't take my mind off of you"...

I haven't felt the way this guy so clearly feels in this song in a long time...

And it was such a good time...

I remember spending nights browsing the book stores...

Debating whatever ideas or events were on our minds, at the time...

Whatever was going on, at the time...

Whatever we happened upon...

I was falling in love with Brandi and with ideas all at the same time...

For me...

They were the same love...

Because so much of the romance I had/have with ideas came out of my romance with Brandi...

The feeling of being with another human being like they are always the warm place in from the cold, dark night...

The feeling that the world is opening up in front of you...and you witness it through the eyes of someone you think of as an extension of you, so closely do you breathe the same breath...

You think their thoughts are yours, they're so closely entwined...

Have you ever believed in the world so completely?...with no reservation...no danger...no concern for anyone or anything other than this one person that you want to spend every waking moment with...

Have you ever been that in love?...

Damien Rice has...you can tell...

I have, too...

But it's been a long time...

And I miss it something terrible...

I miss you, Brandi...I love you, hon...

Love,
Ben

Epilogue (to the grieving in that post)...

The more I think about it...the more I think that Brandi just got stuck...where I moved forward...and it's just sad...because I don't know if I've seen her stuck like this...we always moved forward together...or at least that's the way it always seemed to me...and now I just think she's stuck...or just exploring at a different pace than me...

Either way...

I miss her...

They preach that I should save the world...they pray that I won't do a better job of it...

I'm listening to one of my favorite artists, right now:):):)...

She's a folk singer named Dar Williams:):):)...

And she writes these BEAUTIFUL songs about life and love and growing up and all kinds of awesome stuff:):)...

February...The Christians and the Pagans...The Babysitter's Here...When I Was a Boy...Are You Out There?...Iowa...I Won't Be Your Yoko Ono...What Do You Hear in These Sounds?...Better Things...As Cool As I Am...End of the Summer...The Ocean...We Learned the Sea...Spring Street:):):)...

Dar has this really beautiful song called Are You Out There?...it's about radical radio ("free speech radio," as Dar refers to it:)...Pacifica is a good example of this kind of radio...Democracy Now, with Amy Goodman, is one of its more popular and critically acclaimed shows:):)...

Democracy Now...with Amy Goodman...at Pacifica...

The song is about being a young, probably high school, liberal...yearning for anything liberal that you might get your hands on:):):)...

I really relate with that feeling:):):)...

I was once a young liberal:):):)...I felt the same way, completely:):):)...

I grew up in Wichita, Kansas:):)...and I was always just waiting and looking for anything that would help me escape what I always felt was the stifling, narrow-mindedness of more conservative Wichita, Kansas:):):)...

And Dar's song captures that feeling BEAUTIFULLY:):):)...

She has this set of stanzas in the song...that go...

"And what's the future, who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There's so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh...

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it
Pray that I won't do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good..."

It's a great little dedication to little liberal teenagers all over the world:):):)...and it's a really great song, I think:):)...

And today...as I was thinking about youthful rebellion...it's less healthy purposes...and it's more healthy purposes...

This song came to mind:):):)...

It came to mind because of those lines...

"They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it"

About how true that line is:):):)...

How parents and adults and older folks, generally, have a real interest in younger people choosing better in life...and not just rebelling arbitrarily:):):)...

But they also, too often, tend to assume that all rebellion...all differences with younger people...or people with authority tend to think that all differences with those with less authority...are matters of random and senseless rebellion...

Rather than trying to understand it's purpose...

And understand the truth...

Which is that much of that rebellion...

Even when it's senseless...

Has purpose...

At it's base...it's about matters of conscience...about each of us asserting our right to judge matters independently...regardless of whether we are right or wrong...a very healthy need and assertion that is a prerequisite to the mature development of a independent conscience in a free and democratic world that needs such independence to survive and thrive...and which we, individually, need for our own survival and thriving...in an uncertain and mobile and open and free and democratic society:):):)...and in any society that might allow us to thrive as individuals and as human beings:):):)...

But beyond that...

Rebellion often has substantive purpose...in and of itself...

Rebellion is also often a sign that authority is doing something wrong...and that it needs to account for its failures...and not just continue to rationalize its failures as the rebellion of those that it has authority over:):)...

But so often...

The cycle is...

Young people rebel...

And then...as they age...

They become more and more aware of their random rebellion...and more and more convinced that they've figured out how the order of things should be:):):)...

So young people who rebelled against authority:):):)...

Often become the most friendly with authority and power:):):)...

Once they have it:):):)...

This scenario describes the situation of a good 90% of my friends:):):)...at least:):):)...that's a conservative estimate, I think:):):)...

And that's the tendency that Dar is referring to in her song:):):)...

I've had that tendency:):):)...I may still:):):)...I should think about that one a little bit:):):)...

But the truth is:):):)...

Dar is right:):):):)...

The best impulse in the culture is not the certain assertions of authorities:):):):):):):)...

It is the rebellious impulses of youth:):):)...

Even the random ones:):):) (when they're not randomly and deeply destructive, of course:):):)...

It's the desire to improve...

To innovate:):):)...

To shake things up, as my very close friend Dolly Johnson always says:):):):):)...

I'd take the random rebellion of Smashing Pumpkins (without the overdosing of their keyboardists, of course) over the assertions of authority of Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell and Fidel Castro and Kim Jong Il any day:):):)...

Even if Billy Corgan was mainly venting in his songs, rather than focussing on constructive alternatives:):):):):):):)...

Because it gives me room...and everyone room...to breathe:):):)...to vent similar frustrations:):):)...

And to give the bird to authority figures who get in the way of all of our growth, too often:):):):):):)...

Bullet with Butterfly Wings doesn't say much about making the world better:):):)...that's for sure:):):)...

But what young person under the age of 30, at least...if not under the age of 35 or 40:):):)...

Can listen to those lyrics...

"Despite all my rage...I am still just a rat in a cage":):):):):)...

And not just want to throw up some fuckin' horns:):):)...

And bang their head at a world to unsympathetic for their need for freedom:):):):):):)...

Their freedom of conscience:):):):):)...

Their freedom to create:):):):):)...

Their freedom to be:):):):):):)...

Though...you gotta admit:):):)...

1979 and Tonight, Tonight may not be about saving the world:):):) (as far as I know:):):)...

But they are gorgeous:):):):):)...

God, I miss the Smashing Pumpkins:):):)...

Smashingpumpkins.com

Billy Corgan's new album looks really interesting, I have to say...looks like this guy has really been thinking about life:):):)...

And if you check out the "Confessions" part of this website:):):)...I think you'll find that he literally has really been thinking about life:):):)...definitely recommend checking it out:):):)...

But the point is...

That rebellion that a song like Bullet with Butterfly Wings represents for me:):):)...a young person of the generation of the Smashing Pumpkins:):):):) (I saw the Pumpkins live in Wichita like my senior year of college:):):)...excellent concert:):):)...

That rebellion...is healthy...

Even if it doesn't do a goddamn thing:):):)...

Because it represents the fight of the independent conscience...for the space to exercise it's own freedom...it's own independence...which is necessary for it to function:):):)...

And necessary for all of us to function:):):)...individually:):):)...and with one another:):):)...

"emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me"

Yup:):):)...pretty dark stuff:):):)...and the essence of youthful rebellion:):):)...

And nothing wrong with that at all, really:):):)...

Totally healthy impulse:):):)...

To be young...to rebel...to explore the darkness:):):)...

To do all the things that you're parents tell you not to do:):):)...at least a little:):):)...

A part of being healthy is not always making the best choices...

It's the freedom to make less than ideal choices...to make bad choices...worse choices...

So you tell the difference between good ones...and great ones...and not so great ones:):):)...

And to clean up the messes as we go along:):):)...

MUCH, MUCH, MUCH more healthy than living in the illusion that somehow we can or need to or will be able to do the impossible:):):)...

Which is to somehow not make mistakes:):):):):)...

Which isn't possible:):):)...

No matter how hard we try:):):)...

Because without mistakes:):):)...

There is no growth:):):)...

And growth is is the only way that we survive and thrive in the world:):):)...

And individuals:):):)...and as a species:):):)...

And learning that lesson is one of the most important things we can do...as individuals...as parents and teachers and people of authority, especially:):):)...as a country:):)...as free and democratic citizens:):):)...as human beings:):):)...as a species:):):)...

Making mistakes is a part of being alive:):):)...and learning:):):)...and growing:):):)...

And recogizing mistakes:):):)...is a part of learning and growing and being alive at their best:):):):):)...

And one of the biggest mistakes of the current political moment:):):):)...

Is the idea that we can just make all those mistakes go away:):):)...

If we just assert enough authority:):):)...

It's a silly idea, really:):):)...

Not to mention a fairly arrogant one:):):):):)...

But...it can't go on for long:):):)...

Because it's mistake:):):)...

And we can't thrive as individuals or as a culture making the same mistake over and over again...again and again:):):):):):)...

At some point:):):):)...we've got to recognize the mistake:):):):)...

And let go of our fear of the uncertainty of a world not so attached to authority:):):):):):)...

Which is one of the most important and healthy developments of this generation, I think:):):)...

With the way paved very nicely, really:):):):):):)...by our parents:):):)...and teachers:):):):):):)...and bosses:):):)...and all the folks who used to be young people (and many of which are, now...either or both in spirit or in reality:):):)...not so long ago:):):)...

At 32:):):):)...I'm starting to recognize the benefits of experience:):):)...and maturity:):):)...(and worrying, a little bit:):):)...of not just the inevitability:):):)...but the imminence of death:):):)...

But I know...I know deep in my heart:):):)...

That I now:):):)...and forever:):):)...

Want to identify with that youthful impulse:):):)...

Of rebellion:):):)...

In its healthy:):):):):)...

And not-so-healthy forms:):):):)...(though destructiveness is whole other matter:):):)...which needs loving and open-hearted and compassionate and genuinely respectful criticism:):):)...and...depending on the level of destructiveness to others:):):)...direct intervention:):):)...

I embrace the rebellion:):):):):):)...

And I stand for a world of freedom:):):):)...

Amidst the romanticism of authority that is just now beginning to give way, some, to a more reasonable idea of how autonomous individuals should live with one another:):):)...

I realized yesterday:):):)...as I was thinking about how much I had...quite unfortunately...started to hate my job, lately:):):)...a feeling that is waning, as well, I'm happy to report:):):)...

That...

More than anything else:):):)...

I want freedom:):):)...

I want love:):):)...that's for sure:):):)...

But I want the genuine kind of love:):):):):):)...

The kind that gives me the space to be me:):):):):):)...

And doesn't search, too much, for me to live according to the standards of anyone else:):):)...

Except those ones that make sense to me:):):)...that I think make sense:):):)...and that I internalize, as a consequence:):):)...

I was thinking about how much I very much care for both Tom, my advisor in grad school:):):)...and Brandi:):):):):):)...my girlfriend at the end of undergrad and in grad school:):):)...

But how...more than them, even:):):)...

I care about me:):):):):)...and my need to live life by my conscience:):):)...

And not according to theirs:):):)...or anyone else's, for that matter:):):)...

And...simultaneously:):):)...

Living a life of truer conscience:):):)...

More freely adopted:):):)...more internalized:):):)...more authentically a part of me:):):)...

Than I've ever felt before in my life:):):):):):)...

And all of that is owed to my sense...of rebellion:):):)...of thought:):):):)...of conscience:):):)...of freedom:):):)...

And of my sense of me:):):):):):)...and my autonomy to decide what that means over and above the need of others to decide for me:):):):):):):):)...

I hope we can all do a better job of saving the world:):):)...

Individually:):):):):):)...

And together:):):):):):)...

But...more important than that:):):)...

Is to decide if we want to save the world, or not:):):)...

To make up our own minds about what we want to do with our lives:):):):):):)...

About who we are:):):)...about what we want for our lives:):):):):):)...

A lesson that I need reinforced, I think:):):):):):)...

Have a great day, everyone:):):):):):)...

Love,
Ben