Playlist in My Head: Summer of 2018

1.1: It has been a really hot summer. Perhaps hot is not the right word to describe this summer’s penetrating heat. I always use the summer time to catch up with recordings I did not get to listen to during the season or the school year. This summer, however, I did not do that becasue I was busy binge-watching Bates Motel

2.1: Instead of making a long list of summer playlist, there has been an ongoing list of classical music happening in my head. Walking down the street, lying on the bed, driving in a car, exercising ... the music in my head never stopped. 

2.2: I thought it’s perhaps the early sign of a brain-related malfunction or whatnot. But I will worry about that later. Let me share the list for now. 

  • Beethoven, Violin Sonata No. 3 in E flat major, Op. 12

  • Beethoven, Septet in E flat major, Op. 20

  • Mendelssohn, Cello Sonata No. 2 in D major, Op. 58

  • Mozart, Clarinet Quintet in A major, K. 581

  • Mozart, Clarinet Concerto in A major, K. 622

  • Saint-Saens, The Swan from The Carnival of the Animals

  • Struass, An der schönen blauen Donau, Op. 314

3.1: There were also some non-classical tunes popping up in my head occasionally. 

  • You do something to me [Leo Reisman and his orchestra] & [Ella Fitzgerald]

  • Let’s do it [Ella Fitzgerald]

  • Ain’t misbehaving [Fats Waller]

  • Cheek to Cheek [Dick Haymes & Carmen Cavallaro]

  • Manhattan [Lee Wiley]

  • South of the border, west of the sun [Bing Crosby]

  • I’ve got a pocketful of dreams [Bing Crosby]

  • Taking a chance on love [Helen Forrest & Benny Goodman]

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3.2: The non-classical tunes above are frequently played songs on my Apple Music playlist called, “Well, I am drunk.” 

My First International Trip

1.1: Finally, I can freely travel in and out of the United States. After a long period of not being able to do so, I am finally outside of the US and enjoying every second of it. Upon the renewal of my passport, I had a long period of deciding where to visit. I wanted to celebrate the moment. 

1.2: Just like in every other 1990s' Romantic Comedy films, I could've gone to JFK, and casually say "give me round-trip tickets departing soon." (Of course, I might've ended up in some exotic foreign city with or without visa, or ... let's say ... some random city in the Midwest area ...) Either way, that would have given me a pretty compelling story to tell on a blind date. 

2.1: On a Wednesday evening last March, I had dinner with a friend. After the dinner, we started walking uptown, and stumbled upon a fortune teller. I asked the teller to read my palms. She told me that I will have one wife, that I should stop worry about the work that I do, and that eventually I must reloacate to London, England. I’ve visited London once, probably about eight years ago. I fell in love with the city, its culture, and its ... everything! I have forgot about how much I loved my time being in London. 

2.2: So that gave me an idea where I can go for the celebratory visit: London, (where I can still speak English, and where I can drink room-temperatured beer ... don’t judge me ... )

3.1: The thought of “spontaneously going to London” started to capture my attention for the entire month of April. Then I talked to a friend about it. She asked me if I will go to London with my flute, and my answer, after a pause, was No. I would not go to London with my flute. Then she said that I will be in a foreign city without my identity if there’s no flute next to me. 

3.2: That thought struck me: going to a foreign city without my identity being a flautist. Then I came up with this: how about going to Toronto? 

  • A. because it’s only 55 minutes away from NYC.

  • B. because I always went to Toronto with my flute.

  • C. becasue I miss being in Toronto.

  • D. why not.

3.3: While conducting some serious research for which cities / countries to go, I suddenly got a handful of works and concerts to play. I wasn’t able to go anywhere abroad. At that moment, I thought that I should have just gone to JFK in late March, and gotten myself a round-trip ticket without any specific destination in mind. 

4.1: Guess where I ended up going to. I came back to Korea for the first time in two years. I am spending quality time with my family. Visiting Korea was the best decision I’ve made, and this particular visit has been so special. Certainly worth waiting for the moment. 

P.S. As I was writing this journal, I received an email from AirCanada that one way ticket from La Guardia to Toronto is only $84. 

Playlist of Spring 2012

a follow up post from How I got myself into listening to prog rock

(https://www.beomjaekim.com/beomblog/2017/7/18/how-i-got-myself-into-listening-to-prog-rock)

MUSE: The Resistance

MUSE: The Resistance

Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon

Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon

YES: Close to the Edge

YES: Close to the Edge

The Beatles: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

The Beatles: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Zappa: The Yellow Shark

Zappa: The Yellow Shark

Steve Reich: Music For 18 Musicians

Steve Reich: Music For 18 Musicians

Glass: In the Upper Room

Glass: In the Upper Room

Philip Glass: Koyaanisqatsi

Philip Glass: Koyaanisqatsi

Cantemir: Le livre de la science de la musique

Cantemir: Le livre de la science de la musique

Takemitsu: November Steps

Takemitsu: November Steps

Mahler: Complete Symphonies

Mahler: Complete Symphonies

Ravel: Sheherazade

Ravel: Sheherazade

Beethoven: Piano Sonatas Opp. 109, 110 & 111

Beethoven: Piano Sonatas Opp. 109, 110 & 111

Brahms: Clarinet Quintet

Brahms: Clarinet Quintet

Britten: Violin Concerto

Britten: Violin Concerto

Brahms: Violin Sonatas

Brahms: Violin Sonatas

Debussy: La Mer

Debussy: La Mer

et cetera..

  • Alex Ross: The Rest is Noise – A Mahler List: http://www.therestisnoise.com/2009/06/a-mahler-list.html

  • Takemitsu: Rain Coming

  • Brahms: String Sextets (Leipziger Streichquartett)

  • Glass: Glassworks

How I Got Myself Into Listening To Prog Rock

It was around April / May of 2012

I was ready to graduate from college, and to leave Oberlin. It really was sweet and surreal four years, but I was ready to face new adventures in a new city. Even though it was 4 years of a wonderful life, I was having a very tough time during the last semester at Oberlin. Actually not just myself, my friends, Luke and Tom, were also having their own tough time. While we were individually dealing with our own issues in life, we got together at night to talk about music, school life, politics (newspapers were covered by Occupy Wall Street), arts, post-Oberlin life, and whatever you can possibly imagine. Conveniently we all lived together, so we got together in the living room every night. Talking to each other about every possible thing you can imagine worked as a group therapy in a friendly environment – at least for me. I got through the tough time of my life, thankfully without causing any trouble.

We were always sitting in the living room talking, and listening to music - different topics and different music every night (during this time they got me listening to recordings of Klaus Tennstedt conducting the Mahler symphonies.) We only listened to music that we thought the greatest. I still consider some of what we listened to that year the best, or at least they were the best for us at the moment. (Link: in the bottom of the post) We needed something enlightening and different every night.

Mahler is great without a doubt; however, one can't listen to Mahler every day and night especially when one is personally going through tough time in life - at least for me. So I certainly needed something new to listen to.


It was May 19, 2012.

Luke, Tom and I borrowed a car from our music theory teacher so we could visit our friend in hospital just outside of Oberlin. On our way back to "Obieland" we were curious about the kind of music that our theory teacher listens to. So we got the disc out from the car stereo. It was the legendary "Close to the Edge" by Yes (1972). I didn't know anything about the album, or the group. We listened to the album, and we loved it.

- an interview with Jon Anderson, the lyricist and singer of Yes, on Close to the Edge:

“It’s all metaphors. That’s when I went through that very strong period of just sketching and writing whatever I sang as being a state of consciousness. (...) it can rearrange your physical self to a higher state of mind. (...) Close to the Edge, round by the corner, I was reading Siddhartha. So everything means something to me. And people can say what they want — I don’t care — because I know what I was saying was what I was thinking, what I was dreaming.” 

It's vague, so vague. But one clear thing is that we were looking for inspiration, and an enlightening moment in music and life. We needed something which possibly can help us to toughen up and to deal with the life. Close to the Edge, a product of understanding one's higher self and consciousness, came into our lives. I didn't know anything about the story behind this album. I didn't know what progressive rock means, and I still don't know what it really means. But I liked what I listened to it, and I still love listening. I started looking up albums by Yes, or by other groups in the same time period. I know what I like, and I still like Close to the Edge the most. 

To be honest, I don't know if this album and/or music of this kind have any significance in Luke's or Tom's life; however, it certainly helped me to calm down and focus on myself. My love for listening to this album and music of this kind is still valid, and that never-ending love truly peaked in the spring of 2013 – it seems like I go through a hard time every spring. Anyway, I was able to get through the tough spring of 2012 and never stopped listening to this album. This album means to me more as a crucial part of my life searching for the higher self than just an album.

Playlist of Spring 2012

https://www.beomjaekim.com/beomblog/2017/7/18/playlist-of-spring-2012

Album Cover

Album Cover

photo from May 19, 2012

photo from May 19, 2012

drug of my choice

Introduction: It's been a little over a month since I started leisurely drinking coffee again. I am back on the journey of visiting my favourite cafés and bean shops in the city. Every trip has been filled with a great pleasure of re-visiting those good ol' places and discovering new ones to call emotional home. All suggestions for good coffee places are welcome.  

1.1: I never disliked the taste of coffee. In fact, I loved it and I knew exactly what kind of coffee I wanted to drink. I, however, was never a fan of caffeine crash: jitters and multiple rollercoaster rides of random thoughts. Caffeine crash was one of the main reasons why I decided to give up the joy of drinking coffee. I chose not to drink coffee because I wanted to avoid those symptoms. I picked a better performance in life over coffee. 

1.2: My story sadly does not end here because of

2.1: A dilemma I faced: I need caffeine in the morning, oy.

2.2: Someone who's go-to beverage is not coffee recommended me drinking black tea in the morning. I wasn't sure whether my issues were coming from caffeine or psychological reasons or whatnot, so I decided to give it a go. Yes, and! 

  • Black tea of my choice (English, Irish or Scottish Breakfast / Blend / French Lavender Earl Grey)

  • 1 tsp of cane sugar

  • 2-3 tbsp of whole milk

3.1: It worked. It really did. Black tea instantly became something I ...

  • worshiped

  • adored

  • lived on

  • mentally relied on

3.2: So I started labeling myself as a tea person until I came to the realisation. 

4.1: My consumption of caffeinated tea was increasing day by day that I started having the caffeine crash.

4.2: Two things from this experience:

  1. I can prove that my issues were coming from caffeine overdose, duh. "Too much is as bad as too little."

  2. In the past, I didn't commit myself to giving up coffee; and I proved that the full-time tea drinking habit also has the same effect on me just like coffee. It's not about the source of caffeine, it's about how much I consume. Psychological comfort was given when I falsely believed that drinking tea might not have a negative effect on me whatever the reason was.

5.1: That's my story. The conclusion is that I love coffee, and I still love tea.

5.2: You will be hearing me saying "Espresso please!" more often though. But do stop me when you feel that I start drinking too much coffee or tea.

Postscript: all suggestions for good coffee/tea shops are welcome! 

Molto espresso!

Remembering 2013

Jul9.2017: 

Introduction: I was going through old photos from 2013. I remember that particular summer much clearer than any other summers of my life. I was living in a tiny "shoebox" with no air conditioner. So during the day, I left all the lights off in the room so I can keep the temperature somewhat low. In fact, I survived three summers there without an air conditioner. 

1.1: That summer I was into:

  • plums

  • Indian traditional music and Octet by Bruch

  • Jackson Pollack and Andy Warhol

  • walking in the woods (more so than the past)

1.2: That summer I tried new things:

  • learning to skateboard

  • taking photos wherever I went

  • eating a yellow watermelon

  • playing music with electronics

2.1: I partially switched to oil painting in 2014; and 2013 was a year of an awkward middle period of experimenting with acrylics and crayons. Because I had such a tiny room, I didn't have the luxury of stretching oversized canvas in my room or keeping oversized canvas. 

2.2: So I bought a set of small canvas boards, and a set of acrylic paints just to explore. I was in a steamy hot room: listening to Indian traditional music, drinking iced coffee, eating plums, and painting – all at the same time. 

3.1: Anyway, trying new things and establishing unusual plum obsession kept me busy the entire summer, believe or not. My summer certainly didn't have enough room for boredom to march in. 

3.2: I kept myself occupied really well. I was inspired to experiment with acrylics and crayons. I bought different types of plums. I learned more about Ragas. I went out for skateboarding. etc.

4.1: Now I am reflecting on the summer of 2013. One question comes to my mind: how did I constantly inspire myself to get excited about little things?

4.2: The follow-up questions would be:

  • where does the inspiration come from?

  • what makes one keep moving forward?

  • searching for the inspiration? or letting the inspiration come to you?

4.3: I guess 'how to keep oneself inspired all the time' is every artistic being's ongoing quest. We try and will keep trying. 

5.1: These are the photos I was looking at: 

plums

plums

yellow watermelon

yellow watermelon

my skateboard

my skateboard

summer passed, autumn came

summer passed, autumn came