I had another dream this morning. It’s the third or fourth one I have had in the past couple of weeks. Sometimes I use sleep as an escape—but you have found me, even there. Perhaps it is because we have not talked much. Maybe I’m depressed, I don’t know for sure. But I’ll explain my morning. You had contacted me, and, as many dreams go, I don’t remember exactly what you said. I do remember, though, that it made me feel great. For some reason, in that instance, I knew we would be okay… But slowly I started to realize what I was experiencing was not reality, like an uncontrollable lucid dream. For a while I was able to ignore it and stay in the place where I had finally found comfort. It was as if I was in a blanket of solace, where nothing was necessarily happening, but I felt at home, with you. Slowly, though, I stopped having control of where I was. I started drifting towards what seemed to be darkness, probably the looming reality that has been with me for weeks. I desperately gripped onto everything I could, just to have a few more moments with you, even though I knew it was coming to a crushing end. I would give anything for another one of those moments… But alas, I was thrown back into what I have been trying to avoid. It’s not a world devoid of love, certainly—but it is a world that seems to be devoid of the love I seek. What have I done to deserve this? Nothing, maybe. Or maybe I’m just naïve.
Grooving to Jazz Rhythms with @dadsdiscdelights
Her submission was a portrait of her dad holding one of his beloved Miles Davis vinyl jazz records, Tutu. Seated in his custom-built music room in their Buckinghamshire cottage, now housing a 70-year-old collection of 10,000 records (he bought his first record in 1942), the photo drew comments from a number of enthusiasts asking questions about the album, history of jazz and the genre’s musicians.
Zoë decided to start a dedicated feed—@dadsdiscdelights—to further share his lifetime passion and knowledge of jazz with Instagram.
"Around my early teen years I discovered that the common thread in most of the music I had been hearing and had liked since a small boy, on radio and on record, was jazz," says Zoë’s dad, who has worked in the music industry most of his life. "I started reading about jazz as much as I could, listening to radio jazz programs and pestering record shops for information. I hope to put before Instagrammers a lifetime jazz lover’s view and opinion, as opposed to some dry, learned observation."
"He was surprised people were engaging in the comments," says Zoë. "Being quite specific and asking questions. It became a forum for hardcore ‘musos’ but also those finding jazz for the first time, as well as people who just like the way we shoot it."
Zoë takes all the photos, and her dad writes the captions after their conversations about which records to feature in what order. Zoë publishes to Instagram, and her dad responds in comments.
"The challenge is to get the essence of a piece of music across in 15 seconds," he says. "Visually of course it’s about attracting the viewer’s attention in the first place, and hopefully they’re drawn in and want to know more."
"For me it’s a way to spend more time with my dad," says Zoë. "I have been trying to find a way to share the huge knowledge in his head. I wanted him to be able to share his love of music."
I think it’s appropriate to bring this little gem back today.
THIS. Yes. This is by far the only time a major show did not make fun of the fans. Bless this.
messing with vonnegut.
i made this a long time ago and it’s relevant again
guys read the fine print its hilarious
I don’t know if I’m more angry or sad… I just keep repeating “Why?” over and over again to myself. The only thing I do know for sure is that this one is going to take a while to get over.
you always feel it, Sherlock
Me. Every goddamn day.
I wish I could explain all of these feeeeels.