Two friends are expecting their first baby any day now. I have sworn not to discuss details, so I won't, but they're having a baby girl soon. It is nearly impossible not to share a bit in their excitement and nervousness. Say what you will about the disappointments of life, of which there are many, creating a life has not been a disappointment for me.
Some readers here hate honest admissions that they can not make, or those that they have not yet made. Statistics are wisdom, statistically speaking. Yet there is no such statistical category as personal wisdom. There is only the solace of the anti-crowd; amusing counterpoints to the stated mores and claims of the fierce individual.
Uniqueness dissolves somewhat in the creating of life. It is everywhere ubiquitous, yet wholly unique.
Ignore the voices that barely know the half of the half of it. Meaning does not derive from meaninglessness, conjecture, nor critique.
Being counter does not mean what the word necessarily suggests. One must also add to contribute, to count.
They both happen to be close friends of mine, these parents of tomorrow.
The father is a partner in a musical project that includes examples of our proudest collective moments in dance music.
Here is the slightly clubbier version, and here is the after-party, housier version, and here is the remake/remodel version. You can skip the first and last approximately 1:30 of all of those videos, as that is the portion where DJs are mixing into and out of the track.
It is drug music, so act accordingly.
|Oona, Baby, and Three|