I devoured Brave New World by Aldous Huxley today. I hardly know where to begin on this novel. It lends itself to all manner of interpretation, but the one that speaks deepest to me remains the question of family - of all it’s beautiful, sentimental, and sacred connotations. Love, trust, home. Of home, indeed. When Mond speaks to the young Alphas, he asks them “Do you know what a ‘home’ was?”.
If one could measure home in words then bring the scales - I want to see how much my heart weighs.
Current musical obsession: “Halfway to Heaven” - Harry Chapin.
From my observation, somewhat of an anomaly among Chapin’s canon. The electric guitar solo at the end seems more appropriate for a genre affectionately termed by history as ‘classic rock’, and though Chapin is often lumped into this category, I see a timelessness in his work, and a folk music element to his work as opposed to a ‘rock’ element. Regardless.
A powerfully written song about an affair. Which isn’t atypical Chapin material, certainly. His emotional voice is at fever pitch, and desperation is often the result of vulnerability. I like to think of musicians as such. A few despondent souls baring their wounds and scars to the listener. As if physical marks could really be translated to decibels.