two-twenty

from the not-so-foreign office | alex

As this half of two-twenty is stuck in a suburb tucked neatly between Boston and Hell for the better part of a week, I thought I'd take the opportunity to report on the state of the Boston media. I started my project today with the Arts & Entertainment section of the Boston Globe. The Big Story (3/4 of the section's front page) was a neat little piece called "Odes To Joy", the premise of which was to give local artists an opportunity to write a song about joy, or what passes for it in the Boston area. I thought I would share with you Cambridge-based singer/songwriter Jess Klein's take on the subject. Although no title is given, I suppose that due to the nature of the assignment the default title would be "Joy":

Joy is falling so you can rise
Ashes, snow
Childhood indents square
Snap froze wood
Blood falls
Rosebedding white
'til you melt

Now you're walkin' to school
Sun streaming the sludge on your boots singing'
"there's always something there to remind me"

Joyous, indeed. When asked for her interpretation of "depression", Ms. Klein simply shot herself.