Sonia pointed out tonight that Rob Brezsney has got my number:
When Emperor Joseph II heard Mozart’s opera Abduction from the Seraglio in 1782, he remarked, “Too many notes, my dear Mozart, too many notes!” Sound familiar? I suspect you are exuding so much complex beauty and mysterious intelligence that, like Mozart, you may elicit responses akin to the emperor’s.
Don’t take it personally. Though it is possible you’ll get a bit excessive, what’s more likely is that you’ll be as deep and rich and concentrated and emotive and vivid as you need to be in order to express what’s true for you right now. Will that make some people feel nervous or overwhelmed?
Probably.
From eloquent expressions of devoted friendship and undying love which retrieve no reciprocation for reasons I may never understand, through people who have asked my input completely freaking out at me when I give it to them I think you should make a sign and hang it from the corner where the “taggers” can’t reach it, way out past the malicious rumor that my mentor died yesterday which as far as I know he most certainly did not, sneaking past the weeping eyes and warm hugs of my cherished friend who loves me so much she can not talk to me, underneath the infuriatingly blank stares of revivalist punk rockers, cher haired men and women who say they like electro when it’s really deep house, and poigniantly intelligent people who speak as if they live in a hip hop song, into the warm and welcoming arms of a musical output which is rivaling my first forays into music, and a lust for mixology, a thirst for words, a hunger for lips, and hands, eyes and flesh, and a general feeling of joy (featuring easy tears and delicate laughter, treasured friends and bright hopes.) I mix a brand new 3 hour set of music every week, have been accepting bookings almost every day, meeting new people, making new plans, brainstorming, painting, working with my hands, and I am a colorful palate of gold, and green and violet and blue upon a canvas soaked in blood so red it appears black in the slightest of shadows.
It’s hard to explain any better than that, but Mr. Bezsney’s always got my number doesn’t he? I’ll take it as a sincere, and precious compliment if you don’t mind.
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oh, yes, the mysterious power of Mr. Breszny to speak right to where you are at in a moment.
I have experienced it many times. No wonder he has a wildly syndicated column.
:)