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To be great at something, you must look to the great ones of the past and improve on the ideas and techniques that they started. I was motivated to do better—to improve on the ideas of others. ↗
Mac Rebennack, better known as Dr. John, once told me that when a brass band plays at a small club back up in one of the neighborhoods, it's as if the audience--dancing, singing to the refrains, laughing--is part of the band. They are two parts of the same thing. The dancers interpret, or it might be better to say literally embody, the sounds of the band, answering the instruments. Since everyone is listening to different parts of the music--she to the trumpet melody, he to the bass drum, she to the trombone--the audience is a working model in three dimensions of the music, a synesthesic transformation of materials. And of course the band is also watching the dancers, and getting ideas from the dancers' gestures. The relationship between band and audience is in that sense like the relationship between two lovers making love, where cause and effect becomes very hard to see, even impossible to call by its right name; one is literally getting down, as in particle physics, to some root stratum where one is freed from the lockstop of time itself, where time might even run backward, or sideways, and something eternal and transcendent is accessed. ↗
I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child's paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in the band and down at the beach and every day was an adventure. . . . I grew up in utopia. ↗
Bram knocked, and Chas opened the door, her music growing louder. She had strips of tinfoil in her hair and a cigarette dangling from her lips–which she immediately hid behind her back when she saw Bram. "Hiiii!" Both of Bram's brows flitted upward. "Hi." He looked at the foil. "I'm not even gonna ask." "Martians are trying to control my thoughts, stupid." She noticed me then and smiled. "Hi, Nora! Ooh…" Her eyes fell to the weapon. "Shiny." "Nora needs some more appropriate clothes if she's to use the shiny," Bram said. Chas clapped her hands together. "Makeover!" Oh, God no.… ↗
ブラジルには音楽があふれている。カフェに行けば、テーブルを何気なく指で叩いているお年寄りを見かけるし（それも信じられないような複雑なビートで叩く）、カーニヴァルが近づくころになると、リオの丘からはサンバのリズムが雷鳴のように轟く。バーに繰り出せば今度はギターが次から次へとまわされ、みんなが声をそろえて夜更けまで歌い興じる。古い歌だろうと何だろうと、彼らはブラジルの曲なら何でもそらで歌えてしまうのだ。 ブラジル人の心には常に音楽が宿っている。そしてブラジル人のしゃべる言葉、歩く腰つき、サッカーのドリブルなどなど、至るところにリズムが感じられる。[7ページ] ↗
You can't kill an American Citizen without benefit of a trial." "I can if you're on the list, traitor." "LIST? What list? What the hell are you talking about?" BLACK LIST, July 24 ↗
[Patricia Greenfield] concluded that “every medium develops some cognitive skills at the expense of others.” Our growing use of the Net and other screen-based technologies has led to the “widespread and sophisticated development of visual-spatial skills.” We can, for example, rotate objects in our minds better than we used to be able to. But our “new strengths in visual-spatial intelligence” go hand in hand with a weakening of our capacities for the kind of “deep processing” that underpins “mindful knowledge acquisition, inductive analysis, critical thinking, imagination, and reflection. ↗
