I'm trying to simplify my life. My sister and a distant friend know much about genealogy, and I don't care about it. I'm not related by blood to the jazz heroes (and some of the bit players too), but they all turn me on. There's only so much I can be hip to. Thanks for this essay and all your stories of jazz gems.
And this all comes to me at a time when any sense of "substantial" personal identity has been lost or taken from me, leaving me Oh So desperate, and open to "possibilities", of which there are, apparently, infinities
I'm trying to simplify my life. My sister and a distant friend know much about genealogy, and I don't care about it. I'm not related by blood to the jazz heroes (and some of the bit players too), but they all turn me on. There's only so much I can be hip to. Thanks for this essay and all your stories of jazz gems.
And this all comes to me at a time when any sense of "substantial" personal identity has been lost or taken from me, leaving me Oh So desperate, and open to "possibilities", of which there are, apparently, infinities
I am going to to go pick up a physical book. Any book, really. Something that isn't delivered via a screen. Maybe get a vinyl record player too.
Oh no, I guess I will just have to miss out on all this other content. Oh well, others can pity me all they like.