Archive for February, 2006

Lover, You Should Have Come Over

21 February, 2006

Another instant message exchange, this time more recent:

M: It’s so great how Jeff Buckley sings about how “sometimes a man” this and that on [“Lover, You Should Have Come Over”], by no means implying a sexist idea of what a man should be, but rather one that reveals its [his] weaknesses to the woman he is concerned with.
L: Right, so true. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I think invocation of gender can sometimes be an extremely powerful way of illuminating one’s insecurities, vulnerabilities or weaknesses.

Another thought: I’ve had an interesting year. There has been nearly no repetition, no returning, everything has been a new experience. But I’m fairly certain that if someone described a similar year to me that they’d had, or if I described it to someone else, it would pass through the other’s ears without a great impact. It’s sort of hard to conceptualize the trials, experiences, and growths other people go through. Unless, of course, they write or sing songs like Jeff Buckley. That’s the half a bridge that’s so hard to cross.


Framenta Historia

7 February, 2006

We present here a historical document of profound importance. It dates from the first week of January, 2003, a time when the young men were still entrenched in the thorough procrastination of the latter secondary school years. The fragment of the electronic exchange begins:

L: how do I play C/B and C/A?
M: 030010, C/A i don’t know off hand

This cryptic code makes little sense to the reader uninitiated in the parlance of that most particular of acoustical instruments, the guitar. The mentioned “C/B and C/A” would sound a descent from the radiant C major chord, as its bass drops to the depths of an awaiting A minor, C major’s morose cousin.

It is not clear if “L” has previously initiated the conversation with more standard formalities and this is an incomplete fragment of the dialogue, or if the “in media res” effect was present in the original interaction. The next lines indicate that “L” may well have recently arrived, perhaps previously fully occupying himself with his musicianship:

L: was trying to play rebecca deville
L: quite unsuccessfully I might add

“L”‘s self-deprecating attitude is clear both from his undercutting statement with regard to his playing ability and, perhaps, his very choice of songs. “Rebecca Deville,” a traditional ballad style narrative by M. Jennings, is a tale of despair and lost love. Perhaps “L”‘s unrequited love for “M” or some other unmentioned object of amorous feelings is implied by the choice of songs. How, indeed, as “L” asks, does one play “C/B and C/A”?

That is, how does one express the slow descent from elation to melancholia and despair that is the nature of any lost love? “M”‘s technical, even scientific, response, “030010,” reveals his mild cold-heartedness, but perhaps also his ignorance of the despair that surrounds him. Indeed, he has never even experienced the depths of “C/A,” a bass line that has descended too low from jubilant C major for him to even understand without consulting an outside reference.

“M” responds with muted interest,

M: heh

Will “L” further ruminate upon his day? Undoubtedly. But that will be the subject of another volume.

On our way to fall

1 February, 2006

You, browsing this blog, wish for an intriguing bit of writing. If truth is told, this post lacks a particular non-consonant*, making its composition mildly tricky. Such a tactic was thought up by a group of authors known as Oulipo. This tactic is said to aid original thought and form in art. You may form your own opinion. It is constraining, no doubt, but inspiration was born of constraint.

Is it inspiration for intimacy too? If you and I stood vis-a-vis would constraints also stand in our way? Social norms might put up our guards, but it might also stand as origin of all our most brilliant inspiration. Finding ways around bricks and walls, arriving in a land unknown, you and I. Just a thought.

I miss that non-consonant, so I will go back to it. Still, this was not dull.

*=Editor’s note: A non-consonant would be a vowel