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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

It’s raining, and S-K is out-of-rotation save a few listens to my favorite songs. Many things have become glaringly apparent in the past five days, and the only way I can express them is through the double negative:

I can’t not listen Miles Davis.
I can’t not listen to Jean Sibelius, recline on my sofa, and read Philosophy.
I can’t not listen to Django Rinehart while I make salsa.
I can’t not listen to Bob Dylan.
And, yes, I can’t not listen to Phish.

I question that local fan about my ex and S-K and emotional difficulties. She graciously responds: “Music is therapeutic in the sense that it makes you feel you are not alone. I once had a horrible break-up with someone whom I truly cared for and I was extremely depressed for a long time, and sometimes I felt that music was the only thing keeping me going. I felt like I was completely alone in my heartache, while I looked around and saw nothing but happy girls in fulfilling, loving relationships. When I found myself crying, I would put on a sad love song and almost immediately feel a bit better. The lyrics made me realize that I am not the only one who has gone through such agonizing feelings and that I too will get over it in time. Of course it didn’t eliminate my heartache completely but it helped me through each day until the depression finally subsided. Your ex is probably using music in the same type of therapeutic way, to keep her from feeling alone in her deep feelings. It’s definitely not going to cure her issues entirely especially if she is at a point where she is physically harming herself.”

Like almost all dichotomies, the male/female critical/emotional divide is guilty of creating a false dilemma, or the old a/b fallacy. Joy was leaked onto the Internet a short time after I broke up with my ex. Hearing “Backwards Down the Number Line” and “Joy” made me cry. It also made me realize on a purely emotional level that my longtime friends and family are what is important. Women may come and go, but my friends who I share and enjoy music with are what matters. And to anyone not willing to share in this Weekapaug Groove, you truly don’t know what you’re missing.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Dear A.

I want you to be happy, because this is your song, too.

**********

David Paul Kleinman is a regular contributor to the site.

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