"If you focus on outlets over people, or on lists or rings or wins over relationships, you’ll stall out early. If you’re lucky, you’ll achieve success, but it won’t be sustainable unless you’re there for the long game. Stick it out. Get on base and then go long."

I totally heart Steven Pressfield’s blog.   (And his book, The War of Art.)   This post is by Callie Oettinger, a member of his team who posts regularly on his blog.

And I’m more than merely acquainted with the ups and downs of the long game…

Yesterday a mentor made a quip on “I Shall Be Released,” and referred to it as a Nina Simone song.

My one word email reply:  Dylan.

This song has been covered by everyone, from The Band to Nina Simone.   I think Dylan wrote this for The Band.  

The most amazing version of this song I’ve ever heard was in what was more or less a high school variety show.   When I was actually in high school.

A quiet young woman I didn’t know well, and don’t know today.  I remember her as cool, collected, elegant.   When she stepped up to the stage, what emerged was the suffering of the ages.  

I still remember her name, Enid, and her searing delivery of this wonderful song — in my memory — blows away even this version, by Dylan and Norah Jones.

Which I guess is actually not technically a cover.  

Happy Cover Friday.

This past weekend I was at a concert in Vegas for my birthday. It was a tour opener for the bands Nine Inch Nails and Soundgarden, each iconic bands in their own rock genres. I’ve seen Nine Inch Nails a few times in the past; it’s always an unforgettable energetic show where the whole crowd becomes a connected entity to the pulsing, loud music and the visual experience on the stage.

This time something was drastically different — the crowd seemed disconnected. Countless people were sitting down with their heads down and faces illuminated by the glow of their cellphones.

Soundgarden’s lead singer Chris Cornell pleaded during the concert for people to “get out of their seats and off their phones.”

Our era of digital disrespect
He was making the point that even if the band isn’t the band or type of music you want to see, have some respect for the performers and the fans around you. This made me extremely sad and even a bit angry to see this happen during this concert, I’ve personally been waiting more than 10 years to see Soundgarden live and to see such a legendary band like this “digitally disrespected” had me thinking … have we become so connected to our online lives that we forget to live? …

This Amber Osborne blog post is about listening. I’ve been thinking about this a lot of late. (h/t Joe Wallin)

Excited about Wednesday evening’s Unplugged, part of my #orbitalnyc project!

Thanks behindbeyond, codebuddiesblog, marniegelf, sayangel, rawrsoft, schlagetown, seamlesstl, debryc, rosematsa, sofiaquintero, tarawreed, cheryltaruc, merxaus, garychou, talflanchraych, edlyn, wllrd, recborg, and toparkornottopark for being on the journey.

And to Orbital friend Jeremy, whose last name and twitter handle I didn’t write down, for introducing me to the Faraday Cage.

Edit: That was Jeremy Canfield!  Thanks, Gary.

newyorker
Perhaps I simply relished the riddle. Mysteries seem so uncommon in the electronic age: if the Internet doesn’t answer a question right away, the solution is generally to ask it again later. (Thanks to autocomplete, we rarely even need to articulate a query in its entirety; Google not only answers our questions but asks them for us.) The Internet has seen it all before. Yet the Park Poet, as I started calling her, had evaded the net.

Abigail Deutsch on her search for the author of a mysterious couplet that she found on a placard in the park: http://nyr.kr/1nTrDHr (via newyorker)

rawrsoft, hah, harks to our conversation last evening.  

And, related, a smart thinker and entrepreneur in my circle has observed that young people use the mental and emotional bandwidth that we once used for searching instead to manipulate and analyze data.