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Some days, you’re happy living and learning. Other days, you want to kick some ass. Today is one of those days. “No one stands against my battleship.”
If the lyrics sound vaguely familiar, it’s because you might know the Moby version of this song. I won’t link to it because I don’t want to dilute the effect of Cash’s interpretation, which I find to be an intoxicating combination of chilling, inspiring, heartening, and terrifying. With all the horrific things going on around the world these days, even the most committed atheist wants some powerful entity, higher or not, to cut down those who do such terrible things.
The first full week after being away from D.C. for almost two and the immediate wheels-down-at-DCA thought still remains. It’s like a fusion of Plato’s Cave and the twist at the end of “The Sixth Sense:” I see tweaked-out, type-A, overachieving anxiety-balls. I have a much better understanding of why people say that D.C. is a bubble. I kind of knew that while I’ve been here for the past decade, but now it’s even more obvious. I still love my “funny little town,” but dudes. Seriously. Chill.
Today, for reasons not yet disclosable, I feel like a total badass. Also, by a wonderful turn of serendipity, many good friends of mine are also feeling like total badasses – buying houses, getting selected for incredible jobs, sticking it to the man, etc. We be boomin’. Have a rad Friday, Tune-Up fans.
Having sung the “Cantique de Jean Racine” approximately three hundred times, the first time as one of four-dozen high school students (oh how irreverently we belted out “Verrrrbegaaaaaaal ohhhhhh tray-ohhhhht,”*), I worked assertively to put quite a bit of distance between myself and Monsiuer Fauré. I incorrectly assumed that the Cantique was all he had written, and had also conflated that piece’s unappealing pulverization with any other piece he might have written.
Mais, ça n’étais pas juste! Exhibit A: his second piano quintet. This piece was written in 1921, three years before Fauré’s death. A music reviewer at its Paris premier wrote that, “We had expected a beautiful work, but not one as beautiful as this.” Normally I abhor chamber music; its small size makes me feel both bored and claustrophobic, like I’m on a field trip to see a small town’s old, dusty geological museum. But the emotional range of this piece is so expansive that it feels like standing on a rooftop. It’s classical music, alright, but it’s also firmly modern. To put this music in context, this was written about the same time as the irresistible “Doctor Jazz” (see last week’s Termagant Tuesday post), and they both have a playful attitude towards the regulations of melody, harmony, and rhythm that had confined music before. The first bars of the first movement are so compelling, you just have to find out what happens next. The third movement (14:54) is heartbreakingly lovely and delicate. I’m sorry I ever doubted Fauré.
*A.k.a, “Verbe égal au Très-Haut.”
Achievement unlocked, Tune-Up fans. Yesterday’s throw-down saw your Yankette come out on top. Now, in the aftermath, this song comes to mind. Christine and the Queens, aka Heloïse Letissier from Nantes, France, writes excellent, moody, atmospheric music to help you process life’s periodic weirdnesses.
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Talking talking your way out
While he’s still on the lookout
I lost my voice I think in colours
We make love a sorry hearse
I cry a thousand more mirrors
So that your eyes could get brighter
Obediently I bay a name
I share it with the wind I tamed
But can you see my heart (repeat)
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back I shouldn’t bother I break the mirrors that I meet
Narcissus is back from under water and has his own lips to drink
The water, water, is so cold
It poisons anyone who calls
A loving hand, a daring kiss
Now watches everything you miss
It’s getting hard to look away
It’s not your office anyway
It’s much too easy to disperse
Et moi je prie pour une avers [I pray for the obverse]
Before you can see my heart
Narcissus is back (repeat 6)
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back I shouldn’t bother I break the mirrors that I meet
Narcissus is back from under water and has his own lips to drink
Oh it is so on right now. Your plucky heroine is in full battle rattle* today (St. John’s knit sheath, 4″ snakeskin stilettos, graduated pearl necklace, eat it*). I have a long-overdue throw-down with a local self-styled tough** and I’ve been waiting a mighty long time. Yankette Smash!
*Yes, I know that’s a dated and lame phrase.
**Hey, Glass House, don’t you judge how I pump myself up. At least it’s not Cheetos and Tang.
***I am fully aware this is one of those moments that Me In Twenty Years will look back on, and with a knowing chuckle, mutter, “God, I was so dramatic when I was a kid.” Shut up, MITY. No one cares.
Gosh, it’s just swell to be back in the office. Can you guess my favorite part of being back from a long vacation? Digging out my inbox. It’s the greatest ever. I came back to an inexplicably large three-figure number of emails. It took more than an hour to sort, and then another hour to figure out what actually mattered and what didn’t. I had to create an Outlook folder called, “New messages to deal with.” I’m really not an important person at all – no one has to keep me in any loop of any kind – and yet, so many people did. It mentioned my dismay to my Dad. “Go go gadget tragic computer failure that erases your inbox,” he replied. Genius idea.
This Melanesian song, used in the film, “The Thin Red Line,” is in Pidgin English (translation below) and is a beautiful hymn with (surprise!) a great rhythmic aspect. I love its sparseness.
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Jesus hold my hand
Hear my cry when I call you
There is none like you,
I praise you Jesus
I come unto you now
Take me as I am
Jesus I come unto you
Take me as I am
I humbly come unto you
And say thank you for everything given to me
And I will be ready for your return Jesus
I come unto you now
Take me as I am
Jesus I come unto you
Take me as I am