This is one of my favorite Beatles' tunes, one that comes to me unbidden at times (along with "All My Life"). Paired with this odd, very 60s video, it's kind of amusing. The prim, uptight, man-faced English Mod babe in pink sitting with them, what's that all about? Anyway, I add that one to my list of love-themed (or at least titled) songs...
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Productive
I was productive yesterday, cranked out around 3000 words, and am well on my way to reaching that minimum today.
It was staggeringly cold yesterday; supposedly the coldest day in the city this winter season. It felt it, for sure. That kind of cold that just freezes your face.
I was thinking about the weather the other day, and when I said how no weather really affects me, I will qualify that -- the Blizzard of '11 had one feature that did get to me: the nonstop howling winds. Now, maybe it was because I was battling a fever at the time, but that ~16 hours of winds took a toll on me. I love wind as much as the next guy, but the howling of those winds just didn't stop. It was ceaseless. And that got to me. I could not be anyplace where the wind howled constantly like that. Maybe it's part of being an audiophile, but while an hour or two of that kind of wind is interesting, stack hour upon hour of that kind of wind and it begins to really wear on you. I can't articulate why, precisely.
It's kind of like listening to too much Wagner -- I can enjoy Wagner in small doses, but an extended listen to his work wears down my ear. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but Wagner tires me out. He's the only classic composer who can do that to me, and somehow, those ceaseless howling winds made me think of Wagner...
Lohengrin, Prelude to Act III
It's funny, because I like Wagner fine in measured amounts, but the prospect of sitting through an entire opera of his would have me jumping off the balcony. The human ear can only take so much. Or this human's ear can only take so much, anyway.
The Flying Dutchman
I had to put another dose in there, since a mere 8 minutes of Wagner isn't enough to really get at the sonic assault he represents. Again, I'm not a music theorist or sound technician, so I am unsure why it gets to me, but my pet theory is that the midrange is overrepresented in his works, and it just kind of bludgeons the listener into aural submission. Shock and awe, Baby!
It was staggeringly cold yesterday; supposedly the coldest day in the city this winter season. It felt it, for sure. That kind of cold that just freezes your face.
I was thinking about the weather the other day, and when I said how no weather really affects me, I will qualify that -- the Blizzard of '11 had one feature that did get to me: the nonstop howling winds. Now, maybe it was because I was battling a fever at the time, but that ~16 hours of winds took a toll on me. I love wind as much as the next guy, but the howling of those winds just didn't stop. It was ceaseless. And that got to me. I could not be anyplace where the wind howled constantly like that. Maybe it's part of being an audiophile, but while an hour or two of that kind of wind is interesting, stack hour upon hour of that kind of wind and it begins to really wear on you. I can't articulate why, precisely.
It's kind of like listening to too much Wagner -- I can enjoy Wagner in small doses, but an extended listen to his work wears down my ear. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but Wagner tires me out. He's the only classic composer who can do that to me, and somehow, those ceaseless howling winds made me think of Wagner...
Lohengrin, Prelude to Act III
It's funny, because I like Wagner fine in measured amounts, but the prospect of sitting through an entire opera of his would have me jumping off the balcony. The human ear can only take so much. Or this human's ear can only take so much, anyway.
The Flying Dutchman
I had to put another dose in there, since a mere 8 minutes of Wagner isn't enough to really get at the sonic assault he represents. Again, I'm not a music theorist or sound technician, so I am unsure why it gets to me, but my pet theory is that the midrange is overrepresented in his works, and it just kind of bludgeons the listener into aural submission. Shock and awe, Baby!
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