May 2012
50 posts
“I have a friend, a jazz musician, trumpet player. Really terrific. And I go and hear him jam every month or so. And he plays this piece I love: an old Chet Baker song. And he blows the same notes every time, but every time it sounds different.
And we had drinks one night - when I used to drink - and I tried to tell him how that song made me feel… how the music made me feel and how his playing made me feel.
And he just kept shakin’ his head, and he said… “Joan, you can’t talk about music. Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.”
I just said, “Well, gonna get all philosophical on me. It’s just as pointless as talking about a lot of things. Love, for instance.”
And my friend laughed, and he said, “Definitely. Most definitely. Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.”
So I don’t know. He might be right. But it ain’t gonna stop me from trying.” —Playing By Heart 1998
And we had drinks one night - when I used to drink - and I tried to tell him how that song made me feel… how the music made me feel and how his playing made me feel.
And he just kept shakin’ his head, and he said… “Joan, you can’t talk about music. Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.”
I just said, “Well, gonna get all philosophical on me. It’s just as pointless as talking about a lot of things. Love, for instance.”
And my friend laughed, and he said, “Definitely. Most definitely. Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.”
So I don’t know. He might be right. But it ain’t gonna stop me from trying.” —Playing By Heart 1998
i think my neighbor has given up on me...
when i was singing I RIDE THIS MOTHERLOVING BEAT LIKE A TRAKTOR at the top of my lung.
i admit it must have been naaasty.
i regret nothing.
