So daughter asks me, "When did Chris Cornell die?"
"2018 or 2017?"
"How did he die?"
"Of depression."
"What was he depressed with?"
"I dont know."
"Can we find out?"
"No, we will never be able to find out. His secrets are gone with him."
My favorite sage once told me "better look out" else you won't "see" :-) Caveat: Wannabe poet, so a lot of these posts are just poetic license.
So daughter asks me, "When did Chris Cornell die?"
"2018 or 2017?"
"How did he die?"
"Of depression."
"What was he depressed with?"
"I dont know."
"Can we find out?"
"No, we will never be able to find out. His secrets are gone with him."
If you have not heard this - I suggest you hear this on loop. As trippy and trancy as it can get.
Play this to the end of time, till the end of the world.
And yes, please "wake up."
What a song!!
And #1 on this list is "Where the Streets have no name" original video.
What a feel it has.
Especially at some point, when the first strumm hits the road. Always mesmerized.
Stays in my head rent free.
Watch it and feel goose pimples.
The guitar riff!! Phew!!
This song has such a lovely alternative rock feel to it. If you just heard the start, this could be easily an alt rock number.
This musician is a genius. Totally overshadows ARR.
Is the closest you can get to happiness in any given lifetime.
Such an experience always reminds me of what greatness each of us possibly holds in our hearts.
What a song.
This book is easily one of my best reads in recent times.
Totally recommedned. It explains what are our foundational motivations are, and why most of them are totally wrong.
Changes the way you look at your own life.
I am already starting my second read of the book.
At 290 pages brings my 2022 reading total to 425 pages.
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Just finished this highly recommended book (as in its an overall popular book) by Raymond Carver - What we talk about when we talk about love.
In my honest sense, I liked the writing - its crisp and edited. (Supposedly his editor was the magic !!)
What I struggled with is - at least some of the stories I did not fully grasp. They are abstract. More like poems, but also more like an inside joke from the author.
Maybe, it's just me - I am dense.
Unlike other books, where the best stories are early in the book - in this case, its towards the end of the book.
Overall I would rate this 8/10. I know Carver fans will hate me.
I loved the title story - that alone makes it worth the read.
At 135 pages, this is my first book for the year.
It just suggested to me the classic "Girl from Ipanema" as sung by Amy Winehouse. Was not aware of such a version.
My fav is the Stan Getz original version, but this version is sweet too.
If there is one song that never fails to move me, its "What's it about men?" By Amy Winehouse, from North Sea Festival.
Only available on Youtube and Spotify.
Just looking at her sing is so hypnotic. Totally love her and her voice.
And the lyrics. Phew!!
My favorite line is "My destructive side has grown a mile wide"
If there is only one song you must listen to today it has to be
Ali D'Oro by John Lee Hooker.
There is a new love in town. Its unabashedly Kaushiki Chakraborty.
I have been playing her on repeat.
While it sounds like a simple concept. Its really not...
Hear this at
https://mwrh.simplecast.com/episodes/mwrh-65-meditative-vs-calculative-thinking
Ideally subscribe using your fav podcast player. Mine is Spotify.
And yes keep inputs coming.
I was talking to a friend of mine and she was saying that philosophy possibly is a first world problem and we don't need it or should not pander much to it.
I have been thinking about this chat.
Like I would like to have a chat with someone for over 4 hrs on what "love" could possibly mean? Or what "penitence" means?
I then wonder am I biased, because I like these rabbit holes? And then I believe, that even 1000 years ago, if I was born - I would be similar - thinking along these same lines.
In summary, I love philosophy and if anyone ever has the time and enthu, ping me. Always around for a chat.
My city is always full of dust. It feels like a city perpetually being built. The more I have meditated on this, my awareness of this has changed. More and more, I feel as if, this dust is about the houses that never got built.
Those specks of cement and sand, that never made it to the structure.
The ones who missed the mark, and yet, they are always around, witnesses to their own failures, and telling their stories for posteriety.
There is something unique about you just letting your hair loose. It represents braids that are no longer confing, it represents structures that are not confirming and it also variously represents the knowing and the confusing.
Today, I saw you again, and I realised that it also possibly represents letting go. Of not being someone else, but being you. This is what freedom possibly looks like.
God made the poisons to slow down our lives. Coffee, tea, smokes, drink, grass.....all of it only designed to slow down our perception of time....make us see the intuitive truth.
"Time is where it is, at a point. Its you who is moving."
Its a new start. One that we solemnise with whiskey and smoke.
The room is still. The air is silent. The radiator on the conditioner is the only buzz.
The mirror is blank. In some sense there is no real future.
As the smoke fills the room, you appear more and more blurred. The silhouette of someone I probably don't know at all.