Happy and unhappy and how we think of them

I was thinking about the words happy and unhappy and what they meant and what those things were actually about. I’ll save you considerable reading by telling you how I summed it up: We’re almost always aware of when we’re unhappy; we’re rarely aware of when we are happy.

This is because when we’re unhappy we think about it, worry about, and talk (complain?) about it as we try to figure out a way to alleviate it. When we’re happy, we don’t think about it. We’re too busy enjoying the moment that is “happy.”

Put another way, and speaking very broadly, unhappiness is almost always thought of in the present – it exists, now. When we speak of being happy it is in the past tense because, as said above, we don’t think about it in the moment. We just enjoy it. Experience it. So when we think of it, it becomes something remembered.

“I don’t know when I’ve been happier.”

The pursuit of happiness

Being happy is also thought of in terms of the future, as in the phrase, “the pursuit of happiness.” If you’re pursuing happiness, however, you’re probably not happy. You may not be unhappy (is there a word for that condition, the place between happy and unhappy?), but neither are you happy because, implicit in the phrase, being happy is something you’re looking for. Why seek something you already have?

Most of us have the usual things in mind when we consider what happy will look like: money, love, sex, property, a good wine and on and on. These, too, tend to be canards because we look at it as an effect that follows from a cause when it’s usually just something that “is.”

Whatever “is” actually “is,” one thing we can be sure of is that it is ephemeral. It’s fleeting – and this partly explains why we don’t think about it as we experience it and why it’s spoken of in past and future tenses.

Many of those canards like money aren’t really about being happy – they’re about being unhappy. “I’m broke, I don’t have an income … I need money! That’ll make me happy!” But happy is not the negation of unhappy. Happy is a positive thing. The problem is defining just what the hell that thing is.

I don’t have a great conclusion to this musing. As usual, it’s just me thinking out loud on my blog, in a post. I do, however, think the idea of seeking happiness is a wrong-headed one.

It may sound trite, but I think it’s something you find only when you stop looking for it — as I will now do for fear it will elude me the rest of the day because I’ve been thinking about it!

(This is a repost of something I wrote back in July of 2009.)

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My wonderful new playlist

I have a fabulous new playlist. I suppose you have to like this kind of music but if you do I think you will likely find it wonderful as well. It’s a little quiet and a little jazzy (or a lot, depending on your viewpoint).

Instead of spending forever cherry picking songs I decided to simply make a list from music I had bought in the last few months. I threw them all in, entire albums, a sprinkling of individual songs. I thought I would likely prune afterward but, as I listen, there is no need for pruning. It all works together beautifully. I love this playlist. :)

It’s also lengthy – 122 songs that run for about 7.7 hours. Here it is:

  • Madeleine Peyroux – The Blue Room (Album)
  • Sharon Robinson – Everybody Knows (Album)
  • Nina Simone – I Put a Spell On You (Album)
  • Nina Simone – Take Me to the Water (Song)
  • Nina Simone – Suzanne (Song)
  • Corrine Bailey Rae – The Sea (Album)
  • Cassandra Wilson – Silver Pony (Album)
  • Ray Charles – Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music, Volumes 1 & 2 (Album)
  • Emilie-Claire Barlow – The Beat Goes On (Album)
  • Leonard Cohen – Dear Heather (Album)
  • Leonard Cohen – Old Ideas (Album)
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Morning Jeremiad (aka Peon’s Blues)

Forgive my jeremiad but I have the need to say
That when I rose this morning I didn’t feel okay.
I went to my computer to read the right now news
And every single one of us sang a peon’s blues.

Money was in short supply; love was on the run.
Terror was declaiming as it waved another gun.
Everyone was angry, no one got together,
A billion voices bitching about the shitty weather.

Lies were in abundance, truth could not be found
Having scaled a mountain to escape the ceaseless sound
Of every person’s outrage at their lack of consequence.
Everybody frightened by their human obsolescence.

Politics was foolish (that came as no surprise),
Experts spoke in sound bites shamming they were wise.
People moved within a crowd, each one socially apart,
Huddled over little phones, the ones they claim are smart.

And I am one among the noise, shouting for attention,
Indignant at the state of things with facile comprehension.
Here on my computer I read the right now news.
I sing trifling opinions; I sing a peon’s blues.

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Leonard Cohen and doing it Old School

Leonard Cohen - smileI finally got to see Leonard Cohen live (after all these years) at Harbour Station in Saint John, New Brunswick and my first thought was, “This is a show.”

Let me explain what I mean because of course, any concert is a show of some kind. What I mean, and the reason for the “Old School” reference in my title, is that this show was not what we often see today.

There were no dancers. There were no Cirque du Soleil acrobatics on wires. No fire shot up from the floor of the stage and no dry ice swirled about.

The show was the music. It was a music show. It was Leonard and his band spread across a stage with no elaborate set. As far as lighting went, some gels were used for mood and there was a spotlight but it was largely simple. There was a singular lack of adornment. It was all about the music and the musicians making it.

The success of a show like that rises or falls on how well those musicians do their jobs, especially when you consider that the show lasts a minimum of three hours.

Well, it was superlative.

If I had any complaint about the show it was not with Leonard Cohen and the band but with the audience. For me, they were a little too reverent. If I could speak to them I would say, it is not “Sit Me to the End of Love,” it is “Dance me to the End of Love.” It is not “Take This Seat and Sit in It,” it is “Take This Waltz”. (The waltz is a dance.)

It was only later in the show that people finally began to loosen up. As wonderful as Leonard’s words are, he loves music too and his music is wonderfully suited for rhythmic movement and I wish people would have realized that and moved and danced to the beautiful music being made.

Some highlights

There were many highlights in the show but for me there were three. (I’d list off many more but this bit of writing would be endless if I did that.) In no particular order …

Sharon Robinson singing “Alexandra Leaving.” Since first hearing this song on “Ten New Songs,” it has been a personal favourite and I have to be honest, when I learned she would sing it and not Leonard I was a bit disappointed. Then I heard her.

I don’t know how many synonyms for good and great a person can crank out before they all become meaningless, so let me put it this way … A woman sitting beside me, whom I had never met and still have never met, wept through the whole song.

Then there was Javier Mas. Since this concert, all you have to say to me is “Javier Mas” and I know what you mean – so good it is almost painful because you become filled with jealousy that anyone can play like that … and you can’t. He plays the bandurria and it is eye-popping. And … wow! Does he ever help the Cohen song “Lover, Lover, Lover” kick ass!

Finally, of course, there is Leonard Cohen. There are many things to love about Mr. Cohen, written and recorded, and the focus is usually on his words. There are few who can match him when it comes to that. But seeing him live, what I enjoyed most about him was the music he makes and the clear love he has for music.

He struck me as a happy man, a joyful man making a joyful noise, and I think it is the music that makes him so happy.

Maybe that was the surprise the concert held for me. The words were there – I knew them all. Like others, I’ve read and heard them so many times they are woven into whatever fabric it is that makes me.

But the music … It draws from folk and blues and jazz and then something of Spain and the gypsy sound of Romany passes through and always, always guys like Hank Williams and George Jones are putting their two cents in. Over the years, Leonard Cohen has mastered words and meaning but he has also distilled a musical sound that is distinctly his own and it is beautiful — more so because it works with his lyrics so perfectly.

Did I like the concert? Duh … yeah!

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Story plus telling equals storytelling

The short video below, The Evolution of Storytelling, tells a story about stories. However, pay attention to how it tells its story. Listen to it and pay attention.

You may have noticed pairs and sequences of threes. In fact, the opening sentence begins with a sequence of three that concludes with a pair:

“There is a revolution …

1) in the way that we think,
2) in the way that we share,
3) and in the way that we express
3-1) our stories,
3-2) our evolution.”

These pairs and sequences occur throughout the video. ( “Our story, our poetry, our romanticism,” and “How to live, and how to die.”) These patterns create the rhythm of storytelling because telling a story isn’t just about the story; it’s about how it’s told.

You’ll notice something else in the video: repetition. “People have been leaving behind footprints, footprints that are moments of self-expression.” This is another very common device, a mnemonic that emphasizes something and helps the audience to remember.

Now try watching the video with the sound off. I think you’ll find something interesting there about how stories are told.

Initially, it looks like a crazy, animated mind map. Words are flying around everywhere, chaotically — or so it seems. Quickly, however, out of the chaos ideas emerge because some words repeat. At the same time, the words have different fonts and font sizes emphasizing some over others.

Some are seen amid other words; some in isolation. And all are moving, but not randomly.

Visually, the story is being told and once again it is with a certain music — a rhythm — that helps communicate what it is about. Again, it isn’t just about the story; it’s about how it is told.

This is why it is called storytelling.

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