The Magic of Music.

What some kinds of music means to me.

Oh My God.

This music has been filling my  head since seeing the movie. And I am very happy about that.  It fills me with a spontaneous and joyous excitement.

It’s not the only piece with that affects me.

Oh yeah.

The Asteroid Field is the first piece of music that affected my emotions profoundly.  Anytime I hear it, tears come immediately. My eyes close and the sweeping sound carries me up and down on a aural roller coaster of  pure adventurous joy.  It peaks at the 2:18 mark when the music builds to a shattering crescendo that is as near to a non-sexual orgasm as I ever expect to have.

More Magic.

The best Star Trek movie.  The best story, the best music, the best everything.

But that music.  In particular this scene.  When the music starts, slow and suspicious, you know you’re in for something explosive.

And then there’s The Doctor.

This music causes me to laugh, smile, and fills me with exciting anticipation. Something very fun is just about to happen.

But it’s not all joy.

This beautiful theme, haunting and ethereal, is somewhat sad even without the tragic association. But the deep emotional memory of profound pain and loss, even when fictional, reaches into my heart and tears it into tearful sobs.

Ending where we began (sort of).

While this doesn’t quite have the quite the emotional punch, it does always make me happy in a silly kind of way.

I believe in heroes which is to say I believe in heroism; the idea that a person can sometimes rise above their own abilities and, briefly perhaps, become something, someone remarkable. The characters that inhabit my imagination are emotional avatars of that possibility in everyone, even in me.  Believing in them, at least in spirit, gives me hope that I can become better than I am when the need arises.

That’s an important belief for all of us. Especially in these times.

 

 

Who is Donald Trump?

How I came to see Trump.

young trump

My first exposure to Trump was probably in the late 80’s.  He was making a name for himself as a NY mover and shaker.  The pictures of him made him appear to be an urbane and cultured gentleman.

And then I heard him speak.

I’m not sure of the year.  I think it was during an interview with Barbara Walters. He didn’t make a very good impression.

He was going through a divorce from Ivanka, his first wife.  Gone was the urbane and cultured gentleman.  He sounded rude, arrogant, and ignorant.  He said something during that interview that made me understand his profound ignorance, stupidity, and arrogance. Barbara asked if there was no way he and Ivanka could work out their differences. (She was divorcing him because he had been seeing another woman.) He said something that has stuck with me throughout the years. It says more about him than any of the smoke and bluster he’s said through the years.

He said (paraphrasing here) he didn’t think he should have to work at it.

Yeah.

Chances are, if you are married or know anything about being married, you understand that it’s not all peaches and ice cream.  It takes work.  A lot of it.  Hard work, pain, sacrifice, and commitment.

Trump’s words made it clear he didn’t get any of that.  Throughout the years, he’s done nothing to change that impression.  He’s never given the impression of being thoughtful or intellectual.

And today anyone with any shred of an open mind can see him for the charlatan he is.  Google him and you’ll see the hundreds of times he’s screwed people out of their money.  You’ll see the hundreds of times he’s lied and been caught lying.  You’ll see him bragging about cheating on his wives.

This man is not worthy of public office.

Frankly, he’s not worthy of anyone’s attention.