I wrote this post in the style of a spoken word performance. It is Part 3 of 3 about my stance on surgery, but it is meant to stand alone. Continue reading My Hands Shake
I want to tell you about a piano piece. If technologically feasible, please listen to this recording while reading. Continue reading L’isle Joyeuse
I got a funny email this weekend. It’s about taking perfect pitch onto a TV show featuring weird abilities. Here, just read it. Continue reading Perfect Pitch on Superhuman?
This is a post about music, fire, and cancer. Here, listen to this while reading if you can. Continue reading Music, Fire, Cancer
I tend to start my years mentally in September, coinciding with the academic year. I leave the true Gregorian new years for reflecting on what’s happened in the year just ending.
Studying this week has negatively impacted my prose ability, but nonetheless, 2015 was great.
Coldplay is changing. With their sixth studio album Ghost Stories on the brink of release, Coldplay have been releasing singles showcasing how much their sound has matured. There’s clean, classic Coldplay in “Magic“, something that sounds like a crossover with Bon Iver’s atmospheric autotune sound in “Midnight“, and a straight-up electronic dance track “A Sky Full of Stars“. Continue reading Coldplay growing up
Imagine for a moment that your friends all see the world differently. They can see everything fine, the shapes, the shadows, the textures. The colors are there too: the sky glows blue, the leaves on trees look pretty green, and the earth is a homely brown. All is well.
But wait! They look away for a moment then back at the same scene. The sky’s purple now! The trees have turned teal, and the earth’s a sickly yellow. Good thing they’re still all different colors, though, or else it’d probably be hard to see. Your friends look again and now the sky’s green, the leaves brown, and the ground blue. What in the world?! It’s like the color wheels in their heads are rotating!
The world always looks resolutely normal to you, no changing color shenanigans, so sometimes your friends ask you to tell them what color the sky actually is. You say it’s blue. They’re all amazed that you know the sky is blue and you look at them funny, puzzled by how their shifting notion of color doesn’t bother them in the slightest.
That’s what it’s like having perfect pitch. Continue reading What’s perfect pitch like?