Musical Memoir

Broken Music: A Memoir by Sting
Grade: B-

I am a big fan of Sting’s music. As a child I was entranced by the song “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic.” During college I listened to his early solo albums so much that they’re like the soundtrack to that part of my life. My interest in Sting’s music led to an interest in his personal story. That’s why I decided to read his memoir, Broken Music, which traces his life from childhood, when his first job was helping his father deliver milk in his hometown in northern England, to his earliest success as a member of The Police.

As I read, I got the impression that Sting was an arrogant man and somewhat emotionally detached from the people in his life. I began to wonder if perhaps he wrote this memoir partly in an attempt to excuse or justify some of his past behavior. It was as if he had made a crack in the shell of his self-absorption (a character trait almost certainly necessary to become a music legend) and realized that he might have hurt some people along the way. He also seemed to be looking for self knowledge by reviewing his past, but by the end of the book I doubted he had found it. That impression saddened me and lessened my enjoyment of the book.

But whatever negatives might be spoken of Sting (rightly or wrongly), he worked hard to get to the top. He had an amazing perseverance and a willingness to risk everything for his dream. I enjoyed reading about his long and arduous road to success. It was in that respect a fascinating read. I would therefore recommend Broken Music primarily for those who want to know what it takes to become a rock star the old-fashioned way.

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Parallels

I like the music of both John Mayer and Coldplay, so I found this quote by JM interesting.

When I started to get down to the music that really moved me, I realized that it wasn’t about putting your pinky on your lip and going, “Ahhh, very clever!’” I like that sometimes, but I felt like I’d done it enough — people know I can turn a phrase. How about saying instead, like Chris Martin says, “And the truth is, I miss you”? That shatters you to pieces.

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Showery Days

I’m happy to say we’re finally getting some April weather, now that it’s May. Better late than never!

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Favorite Thing: Looking Up

Have you noticed how nobody ever looks up? . . . Nobody looks at chimneys, or trees against the sky, or the tops of buildings. Everybody just looks down at the pavement or their shoes. The whole world could pass them by and most people wouldn’t notice.

from The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles by Julie Andrews Edwards

Today’s Favorite Thing is a little unusual. It is not really a thing, but rather an action. It is Looking Up, in the literal sense.

Yesterday I took Marshall out to play in the yard. This is something I try to do whenever the weather is good, and yesterday was as fine a day as there has ever been, with plenty of sun and just enough breeze to make it brisk, not cold. A shadow skidded across the lawn, so I looked up, hoping to see the bird I knew must be there. And yes, a large hawk was soaring above. Past the hawk, the foliage on some of the trees was still so new it had a peachy hue that almost glowed against the contrasting blue sky. Behind the trees, wispy clouds floated above the horizon. The scene made me yearn for a paintbrush, or even just a good set of crayons and some artistic skill.

The weather today is just as excellent, so I am outside, watching the trees swaying in the wind and admiring the passing clouds. It is such a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon, and that is why Looking Up is one of My Favorite Things.

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The Bright Side

Have you ever had a day when you start to doubt everything, up to and including your worth as a person? If you have, then you know what a terrible kind of day that is. It’s the kind of day when you don’t want to do anything. At all.

The fix for that kind of day is, ironically, to do something. Almost anything will help, as long as it isn’t a mopey or self-destructive activity.

So I am going to do something. I am going to write. I don’t have the mental strength or the proper mindset to write a story or anything like that, so I’m just going to make a list. Lists are easy. And because this list is supposed to cheer me up, it is going to be a list of happy things. Bright side only. Here goes.

  • The combination of bugle, bluets, northern downy violets, and dwarf cinquefoil has created a colorful, meadowy area in a formerly barren corner of our backyard. It is beautiful, and I am happy that I can call the flowers by name.
  • The second round of violets is blooming. This round includes the larger, whiter white violets that I love so much. Are they a different kind than the blue-shot white violets that bloom earlier? Possibly, because their petals are broader and more rounded, but I don’t know. They are different to me, though, and that’s all that matters. I picked a lovely bouquet of them this morning. It perks up the kitchen.
  • I got lunch prepared in time to avoid all hungry-toddler screaming. Plus they both ate their lunches without complaint. Amazing.
  • Livia looks extra pretty today.
  • The chicks peep every so often, reminding me of their adorable, fluffy little presences in our mudroom.
  • My new photo book arrived today. It is a combination of the two Marshall books I did before, but with a few changes made to improve it. I ordered it because we wanted him to have his own copies of the books. Whether he will get the original two or the slightly improved two-volumes-in-one, I’m not sure. I had thought to give him the big book, but it looks so nice that I might have to keep it for myself.
  • On Wednesday, I did away with some deadline work, allowing me to set a relaxed pace for the remainder of the week.
  • I am full of creative ideas lately. It’s such a nice feeling.
  • I used to hate olives. I decided to try them again recently because the kids like them so much. I’m glad I did, because now I like olives, both green and black. Yum-yum.
  • I’m also glad that I submitted a story for NPR’s Three-Minute Fiction contest, because it motivated me to read some of the other submissions. I am blown away by the quality of the stories so far. Who knew it was possible to say so much with so few words?

Well, the list-making exercise seems to have worked. I’m feeling a little better. I think I’ll take Marshall out now while Livia is napping and experience the bright side of a sunny day.

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It’s Gotta Be Good

Today started with a headache, and I was grumpy most of the day. But then my husband let me hold one of the chicks. It was soft. It peeped at me. Most remarkably, it didn’t poop on me. That must mean it’s a good day, because on a bad day it would have.

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Two Quick Books

Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo
Grade: B+

You don’t have to look hard to find a person who ever had a beloved pet dog. You don’t even have to wander great distances to find a person whose life was saved by a dog. So it is no great stretch of the imagination that a stray dog could come into a lonely girl’s life and make things better for her.

In Because of Winn-Dixie, that girl was India Opal and the dog was Winn-Dixie. India Opal had just moved to a new town in Florida. She lived in a trailer park with her dad, a preacher. She was lonely. Then she found a stray dog at the grocery store. Taking care of the dog led her to meet other sad, lonely people who were also desperately in need of some friends.

You’d expect such a story to be sweet, perhaps even like spooning sugar right out of the sugar bowl. That’s OK, because sometimes you’re craving exactly that kind of story. I was, and that’s why I picked up Because of Winn-Dixie.

I was enjoying my sugar, too, until the author started serving it up with hard candy on top. That is, the main character was introduced to a hard candy that tasted like root beer and strawberry and sadness. Next thing you know, she was offering the candy to all of her new friends, and everyone who ate a piece told her exactly why they were sad. The story is itself like the candy—a whole lot of sweet with a strong dose of sadness—and in another book (one not about a stray dog), I might have found that idea interesting. Here, it just seemed like a lame and unnecessary way to get the characters to own up to their sadness.

While the strange candy took the grade down a notch, I liked the book overall. It had a comfy Southern feel to it.

Frindle by Andrew Clements
Grade: A+

In an effort to create a new word (and annoy the heck out of his strict teacher), schoolboy Nick Allen decides to call a pen a “frindle,” and he gets all of his school friends to do the same. Soon everyone is using the word.

I see a lot of my younger self in Nick Allen. He is the kid I would have been if I had had any idea how to channel my rebellious energy. I suspect a lot of adults will feel the same way, so I recommend this book for both kids and adults.

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Yeah!

Dear Marshall,

Here are some more stories about you.

  • I love the way you say “Yeah!” You imbue it with so much enthusiasm. In a world overfull with apathy, a little eagerness is a joy to behold. Thanks in part to your example, I have been trying to say “Yes!” more often and put some oomph behind of it, instead of just saying “Sure.”
  • While we miss some of your baby ways, we’re glad you’re getting old enough to help us out. You’re learning how to dress yourself. In fact, you usually insist that you be allowed to put your own clothes on. Sure, you put your pants on backwards sometimes, and your shirt upside-down, but you’ll get it right in time. You also helped me get the toys out of the way so I could vacuum the other day. Such displays of independence and helpfulness are good signs for the future.
  • You recently found a box that was open at both ends. It was long and skinny, just wide enough to pull over your head and wear around your middle. You enjoyed that, and it was fun to watch, though I had to put an end to it when you started running recklessly (with your arms pinned to your sides by the box, you had no way to catch yourself if you fell!). Though using boxes as toys does require some caution, they are cheaper and more versatile playthings than most of the toys for sale at the store. In my experience, cats and kids tend to like best those toys that you can make at home for free.
  • I’m happy to report that we have a new routine. Livia has never been one to sit still and listen to a story, but she’s starting to come around. One night I decided that you and I should read to her. It went well, so now you want to read to her every night, and at nap time, too. It’s funny how things go from impromptu to mandatory just like that! You like to preside over the event by holding the book and turning the pages. You “read” the story to her, with a little help from me. This role of big brother suits you well, and I’m extremely impressed by how much of the text of Hippos Go Berserk! you remember. You’ll be reading for real in no time.

I’m so proud of you, my enthusiastic, independent, helpful, fun-loving beginning-reader.

Yeah!

Love,

Mom

P.S. Your father cut some arm holes in the box, so now you can wear it safely. We call it your “armor.”

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Big Bully

April 17 was Tax Day, and it was an unpleasant day for us, thanks to the IRS audit. The reason we were audited is that we took the first-time homebuyer’s credit that was offered for 2008. We had bought a house that year, and it was our understanding that we qualified for the credit. I didn’t personally, but my husband did because we hadn’t been married at the time of the purchase, a key fact that the IRS may have overlooked.

We’re not sure, though, exactly what made the IRS single us out. They never stated exactly what the problem was. But they threatened us with such outrageous fees and interest charges that we decided on the quick-fix course of action that our tax adviser recommended. He said that if we paid the credit back in full when we filed our tax return this year, most likely the IRS would let the matter drop, forgiving the fees and interest. So that’s what we did, but we won’t know the IRS’s reaction for a few months.

This whole ordeal seems so pointless. The 2008 credit, unlike the one from the following year, was merely a loan. Interest free, granted, but a loan nonetheless. We had taken it in good faith, and we spent it, helping to stimulate the economy, as was the intent of the government in offering it. We had already begun the repayment process, a clear sign that we intended to pay back what was due.

What really bothers me is that we did not need the loan, and we would not have taken it had we not qualified. We would simply have spent less money fixing up the house. So we feel kind of like the government baited us, got us to take the money and spend it to save the economy that they had failed to protect, and now they’re trying to make some extra cash off of us. It’s interesting that they waited until now, just long enough so that we couldn’t file an amended return, just long enough to let the interest pile up. Considering that they sometimes adjust our returns, it amazes me that they allowed us to take the credit at all if they didn’t think we qualified. It feels like a bit of a shakedown.

I know that’s probably not the intent, and I know it’s not a personal attack. It’s probably just red-tape bullshit. And while the lump-sum repayment is extremely painful at this time, we can accept it, because we know we had to pay the money back eventually. We can even accept feeling like we were duped by the government. Whatever. But just the threat of fees and interest has already caused us great anxiety. The amount they want is roughly equivalent to the cost of a year of preschool. It’s a lot of money, and we need it for our kids.

To me, this incident makes the IRS seem like a big bully trying shake the lunch money out of the defenseless kid’s pockets. Since we got that first threatening audit letter, we have felt like no matter what we did we were going to lose. That’s why we just gave them back the money, even though we didn’t do anything wrong. So I just want to say that I hope the IRS is proud of itself. We have paid our taxes diligently for our entire adult lives, and this is no way to reward us.

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Favorite Things: Hatchlings

For the past few weeks there has been a strange contraption continuously buzzing and sporadically glowing in our mudroom. It is an incubator fashioned from a styrofoam cooler, with holes punch in its sides for ventilation and an incandescent light bulb inside to generate heat. The incubator contained about two dozen chicken eggs. Today the first two chicks hatched.

First Chick

Second Chick Hatching

We spent much of the day checking in on the first chick and waiting for the second chick to emerge. I’m not sure who was more excited, Marshall or my husband. Everything is new and exciting when you’re a child. But my husband is the one who built the incubator, who made sure the temperature and humidity levels were right, and who rotated the eggs diligently several times each day. He is the mother hen and these chicks are his babies.

There are cracks and tiny holes in more of the eggs. That means tomorrow there will be more chicks! We’re going to have so much fun watching them hatch and welcoming them into the world, admiring their fluffy feathers and listening to their adorable peep-peep-peeping. And that’s why hatchlings are My Favorite Things.

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