Disconnect and Elfman.

No doubt every person thinks their thoughts are the most important, thoughtful, poignant, and insightful. I've never blogged because I never think anything I say is useful, important, insightful, etc.. I suppose I get by in communicating, but it's usually misunderstood. There is a decided disconnect from my brain, to my mouth, to the expression on my face. Somehow I fuck it all up. Reserved becomes arrogant. Shy translates into superior. Sarcastic morphs into smart-ass. And bewilderment projects as completely lost. Oh. I don't know if I'm all of those things some of the time, or some of those things all of the time. A masterpiece of contradictions. Yep. I think that about covers it.

I discovered a composition by Danny Elfman that I had hitherto overlooked. It's a concert work commissioned by the American Composers Orchestra performed at Carnegie Hall in 2005 called Serenada Schizophrana. It's truly magnificent. I find difficulty comprehending how one man can possess such genius. Truly, it's spectacular.