My Favorite Pianist
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Dog Nights of Burma
Frog or Snake
The only true mystery
The only true mystery is, that our lives are governed by dead people.
— Dario Argento, Inferno
Zwei mal Zwei Nichts
zwei mal zwei nichts
— from the experiments of Konstantīns Raudive
On Memory
But if memory shows us the past, how does it show us that it is the past?
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
Mantra
What Appears Is Good;
What Good Is, Appears.
— Guy Debord
Lack of Conviction
Bobby Timmons, who has once been in Art Blakey’s Messenger and wrote songs like Moanin’, died at 38 years, without getting anywhere near the fame the people he worked for, like Cannonball Adderly or Art Blakey. He briefly touched fame when he wrote Moanin’ while playing with Art Blakey. He was one of the people that almost got famous, but never quite made it due to a lack of effort or stamina or desire. His liver gave way after he had treated her poorly with drugs and alcohol.
These non-famous people and their disdain for fame at all. Why bother? And still, there was this nagging feeling of having underachieved, of being cheated out of the fame you deserve: By bad luck, by bad timing, by a lack of devotion – when the real reason has only been a lack of conviction in the idea of achieving something.