Mental Health

Freethink Media’s Dan Hayes tweeted about a great NPR article about a lasting ambivalence inherent in modern music:

Six years ago, Glenn Schellenberg decided to do an experiment. …

“Happy-sounding songs typically tend to be in a major key, and they tend to be fast, [with] more beats per minute,” he says. “Conversely, sad-sounding songs tend to be slow in tempo, and they also tend to be in a minor key.” …

But while the grad student had no trouble finding fast, happy-sounding music in a major key when he looked at older musical eras — from the classical period up through the 1960s — it got a lot harder when it came to contemporary pop music.

There were plenty of fast-tempo songs, but almost all of the songs he found were in a minor key, and didn’t sound unambiguously happy; they were more emotionally complicated than that. …

The question, of course, is why? Why would consumers connect more to conflict and sadness now than they did in the ’60s and ’70s? Schellenberg says he doesn’t think it’s because people today are any sadder.

“I think that people like to think that they’re smart,” he says. “And unambiguously happy-sounding music has become, over time, to sound more like a cliche. If you think of children’s music like ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ or ‘The Wheels on the Bus,’ those are all fast and major, and so there’s a sense in which unambiguously happy-sounding songs sound childish to contemporary ears. I think there’s a sense in which something that sounds purely happy, in particular, has a connotation of naivete.”

Personally, that’s an understandable but unsatisfying explanation.

The pace and focus of life has radically changed. We’re more connected now than ever before. This fundamentally changes our instincts regarding self-awareness, and our self-centered conception of the world.

Today’s society is intensely self-aware. Therapy and mind-altering medications from adderall to xanax are all widely accepted, and we have creative outlets for all of our internal thoughts, down to the most inconsequential tweets and instragram photos.

At the same time, we’re intensely connected, through many of the same avenues. In real time you have access to most anything you could imagine, be it art or politics, a favorite comedian’s best joke, and what your co-workers are having for lunch.

It’s no wonder we approach emotional messages with a higher degree of sophistication than prior generations. We’re more aware of our own reactions to these inputs, while also being more aware of outsiders perception of our reactions. Emotionally complex inputs allow us some measure of psychic guardedness. It becomes more and more difficult for others to completely or definitively interpret our inner state. It gives our emotional state a protective ambiguity, which is part of what John Cusack discusses in High Fidelity.

In writing this, I thought about art that mean something to me, and what they’re trying to say. The stuff that I cherish most, like The Avett Brothers, Laura Marling, and Mumford & Sons, are all freighted with questions and ideas that are complex, and I think, important. Songs like The Once and Future Carpenter or Timshel ask questions about what it means to be good, to be happy, or fulfilled. I feel these ways only occasionally, and I frequently churn these questions over and over. So maybe it’s just basic solipsism; we listen to the music that makes us most comfortable in our heads?

I don’t think the comfort contention is necessarily true, because I know very smart people who regularly deal with heavy thoughts, but also enjoy emphatically vapid songs like Party Rock or Call Me, Maybe. It could be escapism, or a vehicle for aspirational emotional states, that is, the opposite of John Cusack’s question. I listen to the Black Keys to make me happy.


The Black Keys – Gold On The Ceiling (Official… by Warner-Music

Buy The Avett Brothers The Carpenter

Buy Mumford & Sons Sigh No More

Buy The Black Keys El Camino

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Most people are forced to read Catcher in the Rye during awkward adolescent periods of rebellion. People either love it or hate it. Either you think Holden, with his existential angst, is a whiny bitch, or you understand the kind of dark void that youth can see looming behind the grown-up world and responsibilities. As good as Catcher is, I think the two short novel collection Franny and Zooey is better. It’s a more adult, subtle, and obtuse look at the same dynamics of community, isolation, authenticity, conformity, and self-definition. In Franny’s words:

It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so — I don’t know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much only in a different way.

The two novels deal with the titular Franny’s mental breakdown. In her anguish, she’s reached out for a book called The Way of a Pilgrim, a Russian religious text that explores the idea of continuous prayer and spiritual illumination. She becomes fixated on something called

Now Comcast and Verizon Fios are showing a documentary that explores the Jesus prayer:

A major motion-picture about divine wisdom, timeless insight, silence and prayer, entitled, “Mysteries of the Jesus Prayer” will premiere for three-months on Comcast and Verizon Fios Video-On-Demand, beginning on December 15, 2010.

His All Holiness Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew offers a foreword and introduction to this story as it travels to the far reaches of the east, discovering the Jesus Prayer firsthand with Emmy award winning theologian and author, Dr. Norris J. Chumley, and renowned historian and priest, Very Rev. Dr. John A. McGuckin. They take a modern exodus to the ancient lands where Christianity and the Church began, witnessing the Jesus Prayer directly in monasteries and chapels, many places that are off-limits to the outside world.

If you liked Franny and Zooey even a little bit, it’s probably worth a watch. I plan on checking it out at some point. There’s also a teaser trailer on youtube.

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This weekend I had the pleasure of attending the wedding of one of my dearest friends. It was a beautiful ceremony filled with friends and family, I had a great time drinking and dancing with old friends. It really was a grand time. That being said, I still don’t understand marriage. The concept has bothered me for most of my adult life. This is not to say that I would ever stop two or more constenting adults from getting married, I just don’t think it is for me.

This particular wedding raised two red flags for me. The first was the idea of servitude. The ceremony was heavy on being a servant of your spouse (and God, but this is not the time to get theological). My hairs on the back of my libertarian neck stand up with any talk of lifelong servitude, even if it is voluntary. I understand a partnership, but being a servent implies a master, and to me this is brutally archaic and the antithetical to the ideas of individual freedom. Besides that, it is nothing more than wishful thinking, lifelong marriage is an outdated idea that made sense when the average life expectancy was 40 years and two parents were necessary to raise children to self-sufficiency. In today’s society the idea of lifelong love and marriage is at best childish, and at worst fatal to the development of the individual.

The second point of contemplation for me was a request from the pastor of this ceremony, a request that the witnesses to the ceremony vow to assist the marriage. I am not sure how common this is, but I have seen it several times now, especially in protestant ceremonies. This mindset treats the marriage as an end, instead of a means to an end. It isn’t happiness that is important, or satisfaction, security or any number of personal pursuit… no, it is the marriage that should stay together with the assistance of the witnesses even if both partners are unhappy. It is so common to hear someone speak of wanting a husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, etc instead of saying that they want happiness or satisfaction. Instead of working to be self-sufficient many social institutions impart the ideas of happiness through others (as opposed to self happiness), this applies to marriage, the church and the government. When it comes down to it, my rejection of marriage has the same reasoning behind it as my rejection of religion and government… I am a sovereign being and I refuse to sacrifice that.

I should reiterate that I would never stop someone from getting married, I just hope that if my friends do wed it is well thought out instead of a pursuit of some outdated societal norm.

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Mad Men

by Aaron on May 10, 2010

in Mental Health

An interesting article in the NYT about the effects of long term sleep deprivation, told through the lens of attention seeking radio DJs.

A night of missed sleep isn’t going to kill you, even if it feels like it will. But the consequences of going for prolonged periods without sleep are poorly understood even now. The two psychologists who monitored Tripp tried to talk him out of it, but they were also clearly pleased at the research opportunity his stunt presented. Tripp, by all accounts, wasn’t worried.

Maybe he should have been. In photographs taken at the beginning of the wake-a-thon, Tripp appears confident, relaxed. Everyone’s eyes are on him, which is exactly what he wanted. After the second day, the sly grin has been replaced with a glum, nervous expression. By day five Tripp looks haggard, haunted and slightly crazed.

He was crazed, too, and not just slightly. While Tripp somehow managed to keep it together during broadcasts, off the air he was experiencing wild hallucinations. He saw mice and kittens scampering around the makeshift studio. He was convinced that his shoes were full of spiders. He thought a desk drawer was on fire. When a man in a dark overcoat showed up, Tripp imagined him to be an undertaker and ran terrified into the street. He had to be dragged back inside.

I have periodic insomnia, and it’s not fun times. But sometimes sleep deprivation is entertaining. In college I would regularly pull all-nighters, and then crash during the early afternoon. There’s a feeling around noon time the next day that kicks in. Something about having seen too much, and just being overwhelmed. Usually that’s followed, for me, by becoming incredibly giddy. The world and everyone in it seems like some delightfully absurdist farce. That feeling alone is almost worth all the work that goes into all-nighters. Doing something stupid like that is fun in your early 20′s. But like drunk visits to late night diners and Sundays in a library, it looses its luster pretty fast.

I also found this related story, on prions and familial fatal insomnia very interesting. And fortunately, sleep-inducing.

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