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In The Moment
It's not just "I don't care," it's that I need to not care.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it
Mark Twain
Turn Out The Stars (Bill Evans)
Turn out the stars Turn out the stars. Let eternal darkness hide me If I can't have you beside me. Put out their fires. Their endless splendor Only reminds me of your tenderness. Stop the oceans roar Don't let the rivers run. Let me hear no more The wondrous music Of a skylark in the sun. Let it be done. Turn out the stars Turn out the stars Shut off their light. Stop every comet in its magic lonely flight. Let there be night Turn out the stars.
Happy Holidays (11/27/15)
I love that the holiday season starts with Thanksgiving. Like every American kid, I was told the story of Pilgrims and Native Americans breaking bread when I was young, but our actual Thanksgiving celebration was always just an excuse to get the family together as well as an opportunity to reflect. For a little background: I wasn't brought up in any specific form of religious tutelage or specter. I'd generally say I was raised in an environment of observant empathy and personal spirituality. So even though I learned basic things about different religions (and knew about Jesus) Christmas and Easter, for example, were entirely secular. We're talking Santa uniting the world with Giving during the darkest time of the year - and searching for candy hidden by a sneaky bunny while the earth thaws and comes back to life in the spring. Completely imaginary figures that represent the change of season, provide us with important reminders of things we really need to appreciate about life and each other, and give us traditions to do what we will with each year. It's in this same vein that I accepted the fairytale of Thanksgiving - what we wish in a perfect world would've happened, and what's still possible in our most optimistic mind. In reality, we can celebrate the harvest and accept what we're about to endure with winter, we can gather with loved ones and share whatever we have to give, we can count our blessings and even take special care to be considerate and especially kind. That is where I believe the special edge of this end of November time of year lies... because the holidays, whichever ones you like, are HERE for the next month or so. The holidays require patience, and our soft yet proud state after gorging on good food, friendship, and gratefulness can replenish our allotment of patience. We need it - to make plans, to make craft and food, to give without judgement, to make and fulfill commitments, to stay kind, to lovingly deal with our families, let alone do anything in public where we must share with strangers - like shop or drive or travel. What a perfect time of year to practice patience with each other, when stress is high and the temperatures drop, when the sunlight we took for granted for months hides on the other side of the earth. So as the days get shorter, let our kindness grow. We'll have even more to celebrate. They're only just beginning - Happy Holidays!
How Did Cincinnati's Music Hall Get So Haunted?
Cincinnati has long been known for exceptional haunted houses. As the Cincinnati Commercial noted, as far back as 1875 [29 August]:
“But, nevertheless, we occasionally hear of some uncanny places even in practical, pork-packing Cincinnati, where the dead render the lives of the living a burden to them.”
And, Cincinnati has one huge “uncanny place” in our world-famous Music Hall. That grand edifice sits on property once occupied by an immense set of wooden “Exposition Buildings,” which had their own haunted history. According to the Cincinnati Commercial:
“The site occupied by the buildings is none other than the old Potter’s Field, which formerly extended west beyond the bed of the canal, and which was abandoned to other uses about thirty five years ago. When the canal was cut through this soil, enriched with human remains and sown with human bones, about a hundred skeletons had to be removed and committed to the already overcrowded Place of Nameless Graves now covered by the buildings.”
But there was another, more grisly source of human remains in the old Potter’s Field, according to the Commercial.
“When the steamer Moselle, (in 1838, we believe), exploded her boilers above the site of the present Water works, and blew the skulls and limbs and blackened trunks of her passengers all over the city, so that falling bodies fell through the roofs of houses, the remains of the victims were gathered together and buried in a spot now covered by the south end of the Horticultural Hall.”
The Moselle, a steamboat built at Cincinnati, was among the largest and fastest boats of her era. On 25 April 1838, the Moselle left Cincinnati for St. Louis with 250 to 300 passengers on board. The boat’s boilers exploded, and everything forward of the paddle wheels shattered into splinters. More than 150 passengers and crew died.
Even in 1875, any excavation at the Exposition Buildings turned up skeletal remains. An elevator shaft sunk in the Power Hall required the removal of more than a barrelful of skulls and bones, which were “placed under the floor in another portion of the building.” The Commercial noted that, in addition to Potter’s Field, the site of the Exposition Buildings was also an orphan asylum and a Civil War military hospital.
“Not a foot of ground lies under the Exposition Building unoccupied by moldering bones - human bones - which the ringed worms have long since tired of gnawing. It was, of course, natural enough that the ghosts disinterred from the bed of the canal, and the ghosts claiming kinship with the bones disinterred to make room for the elevator, should cease to rest.”
The Exposition Buildings weren’t very old in 1875, maybe five years in operation, but the Commercial described the vast wooden structures as dingy, gloomy and grotesque, presaging their demolition in 1876 to make way for the new Music Hall. A night watchman was only too happy to give the Commercial reporter an earful about paranormal mischief:
“The weirdest and strangest noises would occur at intervals all night. Rappings on the ceiling, under the floor, on the doors and windows, the sound of stealthy footfalls behind me, or of loud tramping before me; the crash of heavy timbers thrown from the ceiling, of glass dashed upon the floor, of heavy bodies being dragged over the planking - these never ceased except during Exposition time.”
The watchman reported loud knocking on the front doors one snowy night. When he opened the doors, no one was there and there were no footprints in the freshly fallen snow. He never saw any ghosts, but he felt them frequently:
“They never touch me, but I always know when they are around, by an icy chill, a thrill as of electricity, a feeling like what the French call peau de poulet - goose flesh. They never annoy me now by mere knocking and rapping, for I have got used to it. So used to it that sometimes when people have really knocked at the door I didn’t open, because I thought it was only the dead that kept knocking, knocking, knocking.”
The watchman reported something in the Main Hall that sounded like a man marching and dragging a musket across the wooden floor. A medium witnessed it as well and claimed it was a soldier, perhaps one who died in the military hospital.
The old Exposition Buildings were demolished in 1876 to accommodate the new Music Hall. According to architect George Roth, in his essay for the book Cincinnati’s Music Hall [1978]:
“The construction of Music Hall was ‘fast-tracked.’ Before the drawings were off the drafting board, demolition of the old Halle, clearing of the site (which unearthed numerous graves requiring re-internment in Spring Grove Cemetery), and the excavation work was started. This was in October of 1876.”
Although many skeletons were moved to Spring Grove, not all were. Excavations in 1927 uncovered three coffins which were reburied in the basement. Another 1927 expansion uncovered 65 graves, earning that side of Music Hall the nickname of “Valley of Death.” Those remains were also reburied onsite. In May 1988 another elevator shaft uncovered 207 pounds of bones encased in concrete. These bones ended up in an anthropological study at the University of Cincinnati.
The Society for the Preservation of Music Hall has collected some good contemporary ghost stories and you can take a ghost tour of the building.
loosely translated, "Les Feuilles Mortes" (Autumn Leaves)
The Verse: "I wish for you to remember happy days where we were friends, in that time life was more beautiful and hotter than sunny days in June. The dead leaves are collected, you see, I have not forgotten. The dead leaves are collected, memories and regrets too, the north wind carries them. In the cold night of oblivion, you know, I have not forgotten the song you sang me." The Tune: "It is a song which resembles us, you loved me, I loved you. We lived together both, you who loved me, me who loved you. But life separates those who love each other gently, quietly. And the sea erases from the sand, those bygone lovers, estranged."
Today's Haiku (10/9/15)
Far away, yet still I'm drawn close to you today. 'Round the sun, again...
Haiku 10/4/15
Too many tears wash blue out of my blue-gray eyes; leaving gray, alone.
excerpt from Lover, You Should've Come Over (Jeff Buckley)
It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder. It’s never over, all my riches for her smile when I slept so soft against her. It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter. It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
Happy 31st (8/7/15)
When nobody but a ghost shows up for your special day while the music stirs old memories - there is an overwhelming silence inside. The flesh is stubborn but let's face it, the world has stopped listening, stopped noticing. All around you people have people... grab and grasp, you'll never grip cuz it just isn't yours to have, little girl. Just let go.
My Cincy Find for today: water fountains for dogs and their humans, "drink" in the view...
Window out to Big Water
If You Never Come To Me (Useless Landscape) Jobim/Regina
There's no use of a moonlight glow, Or the peaks where winter snows. What's the use of the waves that break in the cool of the evening What is the evening without you? It's nothing... It may be you will never come, If you never come to me What's the use of my wonderful dreams, and why should they need me Where would they lead me without you? To nowhere...
The sun spot moved... but she's too lazy to follow #Monday
Rehearsing for a pretty awesome 6-sided keyboard gig tomorrow... the music of Mark Mothersbaugh including a piece from one of my favorite movies, The Life Aquatic. It's gonna be a blast :)
Sleepy, Not Sleepy (8/27/15)
It’s that time when I should be asleep. When I should be nodding off if not deep in a dream where my greatest insecurities and most precious memories combine with my late night dinner to concoct some fire-and-water-breathing dragon to chase me through lavender skies. The time when God comes near, when he plays with our breath and our hair, when he decides if we get to wake in the morning. I should be submitting to a partial bodily shutdown of sorts… letting my conscious mind go… that sounds so nice…
I should me post-prayer, post-meditation, post-toothbrush, pre-revitalization. I should be in the arms of a loved one - protected, calm, and whole. It’s the time I have to think too much, to damage myself further - it’s the time I should take to be grateful and appreciative, as it could’ve all ended yesterday. Instead, awake too long, I’ve reached the time when I curse the darkness within me as well as the darkness pressing upon me, for keeping all those beautiful thoughts I used to have away.