NARROWSBURG, NY — Though it seems as if I’ve spent a lifetime asking questions, unlike many of you, I’m not sure that I have become wiser with age.
In My Humble Opinion
Clearly, the simple answer is “no.” I’m not naïve and have a rudimentary understanding of how the world works, so when I ask the question, it’s not because I’m a simpleton. Nor am I “Little Mary Sunshine,” (Google it) warbling in a field of daisies about how swell it is to be alive, ignorant of what lurks behind every flowering shrub.
Quite naturally, that idiom popped into my head as I made my way to the Hurleyville Arts Centre last week to catch a presentation titled “Out of Mind.” Truth be told, I was hesitant. I had read that the evening was “a hybrid science lecture-performance that explores the neurophysiology of depression,” which gave me pause.
While many think of dried flower petals and spices placed in a bowl, others mistake it for a midnight snack, usually discovering their mistake too late. When I use the lyrical word “potpourri,” I mean what the dictionary describes as a “mixture, assortment, selection, assemblage and variety,” which sums up my week nicely.
It happens. In fact, there are days when I avoid talking at all—unless it’s to the dog, who doesn’t even pretend to listen half of the time. Believe it or not, I find what others have to say far more interesting than anything I might be yakking about, and I do spend a good deal of my time listening to others.
While I spend much of my time observing others create art, I have rarely claimed to know what I’m talking about when expressing my ever-so-humble opinion on the subject. Art in its many forms has fascinated, attracted and influenced me throughout a lifetime.
A true cynic might say that nobody cares about anyone other than themselves today, and as of late, national headlines seem to bolster that opinion. However, as most of us know, that sentiment is seldom reflected by our neighbors here in the Upper Delaware River region, regardless of political parties and lines drawn in the proverbial sand.
So here’s the thing. I do not plagiarize—at least not on purpose—but I kinda sorta did this week, and this is how it all went down.
Yep, it’s that time of year again, when days grow shorter, the nights grow colder, and summer takes up residence in the past. I’m doing my utmost to follow my shrink’s advice and just “Embrace it—the good, the bad and the ugly,” while dusting my incredibly dusty house and waiting for company to arrive.
And music… there will always be music. Every so often all three subjects collide, creating a “perfect storm” in the entertainment world. Such was the case over the last few days, as I spent some quality time in a library, celebrated a milestone with good friends at a tavern, and saw seven films all in a row at a movie theater.