I am reading several books at the moment, among them A General Theory of Love, a book by three psychiatrists that is surprisingly poetic and which I am enjoying a great deal. It dovetails nicely with the book by Robert Wright I mentioned recently. I am also reading The Reality Bubble, by Ziya Tong, but I have to read that one in small doses, because there is only so much reality I can process each day. Learning about mites mating on our faces takes a while to absorb. It’s the same with Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States. I feel that it’s important to learn about our bloody past, but, again, there is only so much I can read without turning into a puddle of tears. So I take small bites and give myself time to process.
Blueberry traces in a white bowl:PS: also started reading The Art of Solitude, by Stephen Batchelor, a book of new essays. You might say I am enjoying a variety of small plates, instead of eating one big dish.
My annual visit, on the 19th of February, to the monument of Japanese Internment in Santa Fe. I am reminded that once again we are vilifying immigrants today.
I have been thinking about how musicians create inter-brain networks in order to make music together and wonder how that relates to love and relationships. Here is an article about musician-sync from the Max Planck Institute:
Anyone who has ever played in an orchestra will be familiar with the phenomenon: the impulse for one’s own actions does not seem to come from one’s own mind alone, but rather seems to be controlled by the coordinated activity of the group. And indeed, interbrain networks do emerge when making music together — this has now been demonstrated by scientists from the Max Planck Institute for Human Development in Berlin.
“When people coordinate actions with one another, small networks within the brain and, remarkably, between the brains are formed, especially when the activities need to be precisely aligned in time, for example at the joint play onset of a piece,” says Johanna Sänger.
The current data thus indicate that interbrain networks connect areas of both brains that previously have been associated with social cognition and music production. And such interbrain networks are expected to occur not only while performing music. “We assume that different people’s brain waves also synchronise when people mutually coordinate their actions in other ways, such as during sport, or when they communicate with one another,” Sänger says.
Then I came across an article that mentioned how love rewires the brain:
In a relationship, one mind revises the other; one heart changes its partner. This astounding legacy of our combined status as mammals and neural beings is limbic revision: the power to remodel the emotional parts of the people we love, as our Attractors [coteries of ingrained information patterns] activate certain limbic pathways, and the brain’s inexorable memory mechanism reinforces them.
Who we are and who we become depends, in part, on whom we love.
Next I watched a video on Nowness, with the French philosopher Alain Badiou talking about love. You can find it here.
Here is a quote from Alain Badiou’s book In Praise of Love:
What kind of world does one see when one experiences it from the point of view of two and not one? What is the world like when it is experienced, developed and lived from the point of view of difference and not identity? That is what I believe love to be.
While funk can mean smell or a particularly moving musical beat in America, the German word Funk means radio or wireless. Therefore the Funkhaus in Vienna isn’t a temple to funkiness but rather a broadcaster.
They say the devil is in the details…
The sandal on the right is very comfortable but the suede is soft and gives in to gravity. It makes me fumble when I try to slip them on to walk off the stage. I guess I shall go back to the sturdier leather.
Stage and dressing room. No window.
While drinking coffee at a Peet’s in the Phoenix airport yesterday afternoon I looked up who owns the large coffee chains… Starbucks is Starbucks. Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf is owned by a fast food company from the Philippines. Peet’s belongs to a family-owned German company that admitted last year that their owners were supporters of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi party. Historical research revealed that the company used 175 forced laborers and employed a foreman who was known for his cruel treatment from 1943 onwards. A little deeper down the rabbit hole we find that Stumptown and Intelligentsia are both subsidiaries of Peet’s. Blue Bottle is now owned by Nestle, which already owns most of the water sources in America.
In other words… whenever possible I will continue to seek out the small indie coffeeshops…
Jon bowing his bass after soundcheck at the Coach House in San Juan Capistrano.
A view from the dressing room of Sainte Rock in Hermosa Beach. This is always an interesting show because the audience has to stand for the performance. There are some seats in the back but, with everyone in front standing, you probably don’t see very much from there.
I learned that Gabrielle Raumberger, who designed several of my albums for Sony Music, lives in Hermosa Beach. We talked backstage after the concert. I also ran into a man who worked on my first video in 1992, Reaching Out 2 U. Small world. Appears even smaller in a small club.