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What are you listening to? Part III
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After seeing The Favourite last Sunday (My review here…)
The soundtrack is a great selection — mostly familiar Baroque/Classical and 19th Century pieces.
But the standout track for me is:
Didascalies, Luc Ferrari
Used with great effect in the film… a creeping sense of movement towards an inevitable disaster.
The soundtrack is a great selection — mostly familiar Baroque/Classical and 19th Century pieces.
But the standout track for me is:
Didascalies, Luc Ferrari
Used with great effect in the film… a creeping sense of movement towards an inevitable disaster.
After seeing The Favourite last Sunday (My review here…)
The soundtrack is a great selection — mostly familiar Baroque/Classical and 19th Century pieces.
But the standout track for me is:
Didascalies, Luc Ferrari
Used with great effect in the film… a creeping sense of movement towards an inevitable disaster.
My brother recommended that I make time to see this; do you recommend it?
And yes, I love Baroque music.
Excellent.
In any case, I have just confirmed that it is still showing at a nice, (newish) arthouse cinema not too far away from me next week, also.
Therefore, I shall make time to see it.
The Who - Baba O’Riley
Classic rock. Happy friday folks!
Classic rock. Happy friday folks!
Where’s the quadruple like button?
Although I listened to some wonderful songs at work today including
Sadly I was in Mrs AFB’s car today so no DAB radio or BT. So this little ditty is now stuck in my head!
Well, Mother passed away four weeks ago tonight, and I thought it an appropriate way to mark that.
Nevertheless, it is a brilliant (and haunting) song, one I have long loved.
Yeah.
Thank you.
We were close - we were friends as adults and had a terrific relationship - and when she developed dementia (which she had suffered from for the past eight years at least - she was formally diagnosed in 2012), I will admit that it was hard, very hard, but we were able to keep her at home until the very end - (thanks to a wonderful Filipina carer who has lived with us for the past six years) and that - in other words her own home - was where she passed away, on the night of December 21, a little before midnight, surrounded by myself and my two brothers, the carer, and a nurse from the hospice.
ABBA - which she loved - were playing.
I miss her, even though my intellectual companion in intellectual crime has been absent for a decade, at least.
Currently listening to The Beatles - Rubber Soul, an album I have come to like increasingly in recent years.
My mom suffered from the same thing.
She broke her hip about 2 months before she passed away and that seemed to make her memory loss even worse.
Whenever anyone came to visit her during her rehab she'd ask if they'd seen, or heard, from my father who had passed away 6 years before.
She must have relived my father's death about 20 times a day for the last two months of her life.
I was very happy and relieved for her when she finally passed away.
No more pain, physical or emotional.
Actually, it was complications from pneumonia that finally claimed my mum.
She crashed, rallied, crashed, rallied, crashed...
She developed pneumonia - literally overnight - on the night of December 9-10 - we had to call a doctor at 5 a.m. and I decided there and then, that I wouldn't admit her to A&E (ER in the US); she would have been distressed and frightened and I couldn't do that to her, and even if we had managed to obtain a bed within a day or so, she would still have been in an alien environment, with little privacy or dignity, which would have been very distressing and upsetting for her.
But that meant, that when the time came, the choice of where to treat her lay between either home or the hospice; in fairness, during the last two days, the hospice did offer a bed, which I declined, as it had been pointed out to me that she might not survive the journey there in the ambulance - again, why subject her to that degree of stress?
Instead, we (doctors, nurses) treated her with nebulisers, antibiotics, steroids, and much else; she rallied, crashed, rallied and crashed.
And then, it was explained to me that she mightn't - and most likely wouldn't - come out of this; the conversation (over a period of two days) - this was December 20-21 - changed from saying "well, she mightn't make the new year", to "she mightn't make Christmas", to - "well, she is unlikely to last 48 hours", which became "she is unlikely to last 24 hours" - that gave rise to two further conversations - was I prepared to have her die at home? (I was, as long as adequate support in the form of a hospice nurse was in place) and would I permit the use of morphine to ease matters (yes, of course).
So, she died at around this time (23.45) on the night of December 21, surrounded by myself and my two brothers, we were each holding her hands - one brother had arrived with less than ten minutes to spare - the dedicated and devoted carer, and the hospice nurse, with ABBA playing gently in the background (she loved ABBA), just after I had said to her - "we are all here now", for the second time.
She had cocked her head - listening closely - when I first said it, and I then repeated it, firmly, as I felt she was waiting for something such as that; I couldn't bring myself to say "you can go now", but I did think that letting her know that we were all there - she was clearly holding on until my second brother appeared - was something she needed to be told.
She huffed a little, breathed out, and that was it.
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I find that incredibly sweet, tragic, and fitting.
A good way to end.
May she rest in peace.
Another Kiss song that I’ve loved for decades. Such swagger in that opening riff. No surprise Ace wrote this one.
Thank you.
And beautifully expressed and articulated.
And much appreciated.
Now: Listening to 1812 Overture by P. I Tchaikovsky.
Audiobook version of Imperial Life in the Emerald City... Washington Post national editor and former Baghdad bureau chief Rajiv Chandrasekaran's account of the initial reconstruction period after the 2003 invasion of Iraq. I had cited the book itself in some post elsewhere the other day when it popped into my head, and then I decided to finish listening to the audio version.
Like a lot of audiobooks I have, this one probably got short shrift the first time around, since I tend to listen to them as I drift off to sleep -- which takes me less than ten minutes, ordinarily-- and so I miss way more than half the optimistic "45 minutes to sleep time" I set on the speakerdock upstairs. Anyway lately I'm listening to it while full awake instead, and find it fascinating.
I should probably switch back to music to drift off to sleep with, but oddly enough I find that tends to keep me awake. I end up thinking stuff like "why didn't they modulate to the subdominant there I wonder, it would be perfect" and then I'm awake enough to flip the track back and hear it again, etc...
Biographies, memoirs and history on the other hand... zzzzzzzzzz inside of 15 minutes no matter how interesting I may find the subject matter.
Must be a throwback to just the idea of being read to at night. Bedtime stories = go to sleep!
This book is not really that kind of story, clearly, But it didn't stop me from tuning out after my 10 minute forays into its offerings night after night, and I had missed a lot of it that could probably keep me up nights (if anything could once I decide the day's at an end and head upstairs. Maybe I should just stick to novels in my upstairs audiobook adventures.
Like a lot of audiobooks I have, this one probably got short shrift the first time around, since I tend to listen to them as I drift off to sleep -- which takes me less than ten minutes, ordinarily-- and so I miss way more than half the optimistic "45 minutes to sleep time" I set on the speakerdock upstairs. Anyway lately I'm listening to it while full awake instead, and find it fascinating.
I should probably switch back to music to drift off to sleep with, but oddly enough I find that tends to keep me awake. I end up thinking stuff like "why didn't they modulate to the subdominant there I wonder, it would be perfect" and then I'm awake enough to flip the track back and hear it again, etc...
Biographies, memoirs and history on the other hand... zzzzzzzzzz inside of 15 minutes no matter how interesting I may find the subject matter.
Must be a throwback to just the idea of being read to at night. Bedtime stories = go to sleep!This book is not really that kind of story, clearly, But it didn't stop me from tuning out after my 10 minute forays into its offerings night after night, and I had missed a lot of it that could probably keep me up nights (if anything could once I decide the day's at an end and head upstairs. Maybe I should just stick to novels in my upstairs audiobook adventures.
Audio books always send me to sleep. I stopped buying them for that reason. I’d miss more than I’d hear then I’d spend ages trying to find where I was up to.Audiobook version of Imperial Life in the Emerald City... Washington Post national editor and former Baghdad bureau chief Rajiv Chandrasekaran's account of the initial reconstruction period after the 2003 invasion of Iraq. I had cited the book itself in some post elsewhere the other day when it popped into my head, and then I decided to finish listening to the audio version.
Like a lot of audiobooks I have, this one probably got short shrift the first time around, since I tend to listen to them as I drift off to sleep -- which takes me less than ten minutes, ordinarily-- and so I miss way more than half the optimistic "45 minutes to sleep time" I set on the speakerdock upstairs. Anyway lately I'm listening to it while full awake instead, and find it fascinating.
I should probably switch back to music to drift off to sleep with, but oddly enough I find that tends to keep me awake. I end up thinking stuff like "why didn't they modulate to the subdominant there I wonder, it would be perfect" and then I'm awake enough to flip the track back and hear it again, etc...
Biographies, memoirs and history on the other hand... zzzzzzzzzz inside of 15 minutes no matter how interesting I may find the subject matter.
This book is not really that kind of story, clearly, But it didn't stop me from tuning out after my 10 minute forays into its offerings night after night, and I had missed a lot of it that could probably keep me up nights (if anything could once I decide the day's at an end and head upstairs. Maybe I should just stick to novels in my upstairs audiobook adventures.