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Frances De Pontes Peebles

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    All of the songs we have ever heard and all we will ever hear are made of twelve simple notes. Complexity comes when these notes are put together in an infinite number of combinations and then played slower or faster, repeated or not. Music is highly organized sound. It is a language we learn without even realizing it. We hear our first song and decipher its repetitions, its orderliness. The song teaches us what to expect and when to expect it. We learn to associate low notes with sadness and high ones with pep. Soon, we hear a brand-new song and its notes collide with our memories of past times. We have expectations for this new song. Even if we don’t entirely know what is coming next, our instincts tell us where the song might take us, and what memories it might unearth.

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    Exile and fame have similar side effects: if you experience either one, your world is made narrow, and the only people can bear – the only ones who truly understand you – are the ones who are in the same boat.

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    Fame is longing. Not yours, but the audience’s. A star is nothing more, nothing less, than the public face of private desire.

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    Her beauty was not a physical trait. Her beauty was an influence you fell under - like a stiff drink or a line of sweet flour - infusing you with bravery and wit and affability that you never knew existed inside of yourself until she coaxed it out.

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    If remembering tells us who we are, then forgetting keeps us sane. If we recalled every song we’d ever heard, every touch we’d ever felt, every pain no matter how small, every sadness no matter how petty, every joy no matter how selfish, we could surely lose our minds.

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    In life there are countless firsts and even more lasts. The firsts are easy to recognize; when you’ve never experienced something before – a kiss, a new style of music, a place, a drink, a food – you know exactly when you are encountering it for the first time. But lasts? Lasts nearly always surprise us. It’s only after they’ve disappeared that we realize we’ll never again have that particular moment or person or experience.

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    People who attribute success to luck have never truly been successful. Luck may place an opportunity in your lap, but only a constant, obsessive attention transforms that opportunity into some kind of meaningful success.

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    We all have the same body parts: lips, teeth, tongues, palates, all leading to a series of tiny muscles in our throats covered in mucus the same consistency as hospital Jell-O. We take a breath, air hits the tiny folds of these muscles, they vibrate and produce sound. If we are lucky, they can produce song. It's more complicated than this, of course; we might all have the same body parts, the same ability to make sound, but not every voice is made equal.

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    We all take for granted things that come too easily. That's why I can't let you go--you're always a challenge to me. Here's my wow to you, here's all I believe: For you, I'll stay invisble. I"ll be the air you breathe.

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    What is sound but vibration carried over air? An endless and invisible tide that strikes our eardrums throughout our entire lives. It is overwhelming to think of the cacophony around us. Even the womb isn’t quiet; we hear the whoosh of our mother’s blood, the drumming of her heart, the growl of her stomach, and her voice – reverberated by fluid – until it vibrates inside each of our tiny bones.

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    When we are young, we give ourselves completely. We allow our first friends, our first lovers or first songs inside us, to become a part of our unformed being, without ever thinking of the consequences, or of their permanence within us. This is one of the beauties of youth, and one of its burdens.

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    You are not you without me. And everything we are, together, is what we’re meant to be.