Girl. Canadian. Nerd... workin' on the smarts. Anthropology Major... workin' on the caring.
‘All Passion Spent’ by Vita Sackville-West
But what was happiness? Had she been happy? That was a strange, clicking word to have coined— meaning something definite to the whole English-speaking race— a strange clicking word with its short vowel and its spitting double p’s, and its pert tip-tilted y at the end, to express in two syllables a whole summary of life. Happy. But one was happy at one moment, unhappy two minutes later, and neither for any good reason; so what did it mean? It meant, if it meant anything at all, that some uneasy desire wanted black to be black, and white, white; it meant that in the jungle of the terrors of life, the tiny creeping creatures sought reassurance in a formula. Certainly, there had been moments of which one could say: Then, I was happy; and with greater certainty: Then, I was unhappy— when little Robert had lain in his coffin, for instance, strewn with rose-petals by his sobbing Syrian nurse— but whole regions had intervened, which were just existence. Absurd to ask of those, had she been happy or unhappy? It seemed merely as though someone were asking a question about someone that was not herself, clothing the question in a word that bore no relation to the shifting, elusive, iridescent play of life; trying to do something impossible, in fact, like compressing the waters of a lake into a tight, hard ball. Life was that lake, thought Lady Slane, sitting under the warm south wall amid the smell of the peaches; a lake offering its even surface to many reflections, gilded by the sun, silvered by the moon, darkened by a cloud, roughened by a ripple; but level always, a plane, keeping its bounds, not to be rolled up into a tight, hard ball, small enough to be held in the hand, which was what people were trying to do when they asked if one’s life had been happy or unhappy.
Guided By Voices—“Choking Tara”
Mag Earwhig! (Matador 1997).
Goodnight Irene - Mississippi John Hurt
Brian Fallon – Goodnight Irene
So I just keep working
I just keep driving
The blues anymore.
Gram Parsons—“In My Hour of Darkness”
Grievous Angel (Reprise 1974).
I Wish I Was the Moon - Neko Case
God blessed me, I’m a free man
With no place free to go
I’m paralyzed and collared-tight
No pills for what I fear
Alice Coltrane—“Isis and Osiris”
Journey in Satchidananda (Impulse! 1970).
Just Like Heaven
Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Stone and Sand - Rose Vaughan Trio