Astrudo Gilberto and Stan Getz:
So Avedon linked to this story, which was recommended by Susie Bright. And all I can say is, wow.
Many years ago, I went to the crowded office of an HMO therapist and tried to discuss this very problem, which is that I frequently know how things will turn out (yes, I’m occasionally wrong but I never know in advance which things those are) and I wanted to emotionally detach from them. Instead, she decided I was schizophrenic and wanted to medicate me.
She was a little older than me, and looking at her, I blurted out: “Look, your kids are grown, you went back to grad school and now you’re doing your clinical practice. But if you don’t know by now that not everything in the universe is contained in the DSM IV, this isn’t going to work out.” I got up to leave and she tried to block the doorway.
“Listen, I can help you,” she pleaded. “I don’t think so,” I said, and I pushed past her. When I got home, I called one of my friends, a psychiatrist, and told her what happened. She was laughing so hard, she could hardly talk. “What, you don’t think I’m a schizophrenic?” I said.
“Now Susan, you really should know better,” she said. “Someone like you isn’t going to get much help from anyone who isn’t a Jungian.” Which, as it turned out, was mostly true but not always.
Anyway, so now you know why this story really, really resonated with me.
If you’re in traffic next to me and see me drumming on the steering wheel, I’m usually listening to this Entrain song:
George Thoroughgood and the Destroyers:
Carole with her wonderful Brill Building hit: