We know the healthcare industry is broken, but one thing that has always been a mistaken mainstay in keeping our misbegotten minds and bodies in fit form — is the need to wade into an endless cesspool while attending a doctor’s office. Nay, the cesspool is not our infirm friends and brethren, but the very soggy pond in which we are all left to rot, in situ, for an appointment that shall never arrive.
J’attendrai is one of those songs that, when you first hear it, you want to play it on the guitar and sing it in performance. The melody is perfect. I have yet to see a performance of the song that didn’t glide with a gracious humanity.
Translated from French as — “I Will Wait” — J’attendrai was first made popular in 1938 by Rina Ketty and was written by Dino Olivier and Nino Rastelli. J’attendrai is the hallmark song for the start of World War II as people all over the world prepared for an uncertain and dramatic future:
I will wait night and day,
I will wait forever,
For you to come back, I will wait, [I will wait]
For the bird flying away
Comes to seek oblivion in its nest.
Time flies and runs,
Beating sadly in my oh so heavy heart
And yet I will wait for you to come back
The most resonant, historic, performance of J’attendrai belongs to magnificent Jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt and expert violinist Stéphane Grappelli.
Continue reading → J’attendrai: Melodic Beauty and Grace in Performance
At the ripe old age of 11, Marston Swain, Jr. was a blue boy who could not wait for his life to begin.
The problem with being such a young and pretty lad is that other people wait on you while you wait for them — creating a circle of endless waiting — where nothing ever gets done but a lot of talking happens around the edges of your everyday living.
Continue reading → Marston Swain, Jr. Waits for His Life to Begin: Ten Sentence Story #166
A friend of mine has owned a blood lab for the past couple of decades. She enjoys her job of working with people and she’s good at it. She lives in a small town on the East Coast and the other day she shared a “new thing” that’s starting to happen in her small lab that bears greater witness to the ever-changing world suffocating us.
Continue reading → Bloodwatch: Waiting, Watching and Wattling
I have a good female friend who just celebrated her 33rd birthday. She, and about ten of her closest friends, got together in New York City to celebrate her day. After the cake and candy and catching-up and presents were finished, talk quickly turned personal as each woman in the room — all successful and all working good jobs and all well-educated and all touching their early 30’s alone in life in the Big City — realized they were all a failure at finding “Mr. Right” and settling down into a marriage and raising a family, even though that’s what they said they wanted more than anything.
Continue reading → Women, Stop Waiting: There is No Such Thing as Finding a Perfect Man
One would think that anarchy in a live theatre setting would be the perfect place to start a political movement or to make sea changes against the current societal norm but history proves few audiences are moved into immediate action based on a live interaction with stage performers.
Continue reading → Anarchy and Agit-Prop Theatre Always Fails
I have been a big iPhone lover in the past; but I’m unexcited about the iPhone 3G S and I refuse to incarcerate myself in anticipation, longing and waiting for iPhone wish fulfillment ever again. The White Apple of Death still leaves a hauntingly bitter taste in my mouth a year later.
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