Saskia Larsen had a very busy December 31st. Her professional services were in such demand that she needed to move three clients to New Year's Day. As a purveyor of personal intimacy her time is in high demand. At eighty dollars per hour you might think she is selling herself cheap, but that is the … Continue reading Hold Everything
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Brooklyn Music Factory: Playing By Heart
If you are a regular on this blog site then you've read about my two oldest friends, Neil and Danny, before (Now That I Think About It). As we've aged, our day to day existences have pulled us apart geographically, and so we end up talking about each other's lives more than actually taking part … Continue reading Brooklyn Music Factory: Playing By Heart
Nothing In, Nothing Out
I am, by trade, a pediatric echocardiographer. Practicing for more than twenty years now, I have come into contact with tens of thousands of kids. No small percentage of them have been either college age or college bound high schoolers. During their examination I try and put them at ease by discussing, amongst other things, … Continue reading Nothing In, Nothing Out
The Song and…
Driving home today I caught about half of "The Long and Winding Road" on the radio, and experienced the wave of vague melancholy that I'm prone to when listening to the song. Part of that is the movement of the melody between tonic (E Flat major) and it's relative minor (C). The lyrics also play … Continue reading The Song and…
The First Time, Again
The other day at work my friend Eric and I were discussing musical moments that had a significant effect on us. The magic of a first hearing was the conversational staple. A pleasant few minutes, and then back to work. Later in the day I realized that I had (inadvertently) lied to him. About pretty … Continue reading The First Time, Again
Moved
Starting from the premise that art is, at its most fundamental level, about communication, it follows that the artistic endeavors that leave the biggest imprint on us are the ones that really speak to some part of us that might otherwise be lost in the minutiae of our day to day existence. When I think … Continue reading Moved
