Tag: music

• I watched “Amadeus” (September 23, 2023)

  I felt sure this 1984 film would prominently feature the synth-pop hit “Rock Me Amadeus” by Falco someplace in it. It didn’t—not even over the closing credits! Wikipedia tells us that the film merely inspired the song, but for most of my life I thought the song was part of this movie.

• Raise your eyes to one who loves you (January 15, 2022)

  I experienced David Byrne's Broadway show in person, and have set its profound opening number as my theme song for the year.

• Bah-d’dah-dah, don’t you miss it (April 11, 2021)

  One odd interaction with two seconds from the soundtrack of the rather good video game "Dicey Dungeons".

• This is all I wanted to bring home to you (January 30, 2020)

  An obituary I wrote for my middle brother, and contemplation of everything I left out of it.

• Lords of Chaos and Varg Vikernes (January 16, 2019)

  Sometimes we find spooky parallels between ourselves and people we have absolutely no reason to admire.

• I am reading Wuthering Heights (and works adjacent) (December 18, 2018)

  Not even halfway into Emily Brontë's classic novel of horrible people skulking about the moors, and I feel overwhelmed by all the related treasures I've discovered.

• This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy (September 22, 2017)

  Further thoughts on some media that process suicidal ideation.

• I messed up tonight (March 26, 2016)

  Aside: The official music video for “Try Everything” infuriates my inner eight-year-old, who lurches in frustration each time it cuts away from the wonderful cartoon scenes to show boring old live-action people.

• We embrace to stop the bleeding (February 28, 2015)

  Like others beyond number, I learned midday yesterday that Leonard Nimoy had died. I had a little more work to do that day but I did it slowly and poorly; I felt wrecked emotionally. Though cognizant of the unhealthy relationship with celebrity where fans can’t help but assume familiarity with famous people due to their spending so much time with their broadcast images, I unavoidably felt as if I had lost a distant but still beloved uncle.