I Won’t Say It’s My Muse, But…
Among my iTunes to MD transfers yesterday was Philip Glass’ Satyagraha. I first heard this piece leaking through a wall I shared with a Folsom Street neighbor in San Francisco sometime in 1988 or thereabouts. I didn’t know what it was—and this was long before Shzam and SoundHound (hell, I hadn’t even bought my first modem at that point) were around to identify songs—but I recognized Philip Glass’ unmistakable signature and went next door to finally meet the hunky neighbor who’d moved in a few weeks earlier and find out what was playing.
(Finding fellow Glass aficionados is pretty rare, TBH.)
Like nearly all of Philip’s work, Satyagraha just plays me, but this one in particular—possibly more than even Akhnaten or the Koyannisqatsi soundtrack—reaches in on a deep, fundamental level. I haven’t listened to this in years, but it was calling out to me as I scrolled through my library in search of things I wanted to transfer to physical media. I got about halfway through listening last night before my body was demanding sleep, but in that time—oh boy—it still packed a punch.
I won’t go so far as to say this recording is my muse, but many, many years ago I put it on one day after I got home from a particularly stressful day at work, and by the time we got to Act 2 – Tagore, Scene 1 the music was all but screaming at me to get off my butt, pull out a blank canvas that had been gathering dust in a closet for months, and start painting.
This was the result of that push:

I won’t say the music had the same effect on me last night as it did twenty-one years ago, but damn if it didn’t clear away cobwebs, sweep away years worth of accumulated emotional and mental gunk, and as the woo-woo crowd might say, “aligned my chakras.”
Postscript 3/26/25: Well, it seems I’ve written about this before. If it sounded vaguely familliar to any of my long-time readers, thank youfor not pointing it out and making me feel even more addled than I do for discovering it myself. I wonder how many duplicate subjects I’ve covered in the 20 years of this blog. Probably more than I care to know…
‘MURIKA In A Single Image
And People Don’t Even Have To Ask Who This Is About
Especially If You Took A Couple Benadryl The Night Before
Because It’s True
She Makes A Good Point
And I Already Have The Welts To Prove It ????
You Tell ‘Em, Leela!
Vomiting It All Up
The New Leaders Of The Free World
The Gay Agenda
Admit It
THIS
Your Reminder That It’s Always Okay To Punch A Nazi
Something Elon Musk Is Incapable Of
Right There With Ya, Buddy…
I Don’t Know Who Did These…
…but they deserve an Oscar, Emmy, Grammy, BAFTA, Tony, Kennedy Center Honor, People’s Choice, and a fucking Lifetime Achievement Award.
The second one especially I can watch forever.
#Appropriate
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