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Silence is Golden

   Posted by: Ricko    in American culture

For the most part, I write amid silence. Silence– you remember, that delightful sound of nothingness? Stories are born of silence and spoken amid silence. Silence is the blank canvas on which words take shape. The slate upon which phrases are added, cut, or moved. The staff paper upon which notes are written that just may strike a chord. Silent films are incredibly exquisite expressions of beauty, but not without music to accompany them. All beautiful things are born of silence. And it is fast disappearing in the increasingly noisy world we share.

This past 4th of July has informed this month’s blog, and it’s not about those grand displays of fireworks. I enjoyed a great pickin party followed by multiple viewing, atop the Don Cesar Hotel, of every major fireworks display in Pinellas County form downtown St. Petersburg to Gulfport to Madeira Beach and Treasure Island. What’s not to love about those sky shows put on by the public works? Unless of course you suffer from PTSD– and the idea of a celebration of our nation’s freedom deeply disturbing someone who sacrificed in war to defend it is truly one of the harshest ironies. What I did not enjoy was pretty much a full week of loud explosions in my neighborhood, sometimes until two o’clock in the morning. What I’m talking about are those private-made-public outbursts put on by public nuisances. I remember the same bullshit in Tennessee. It really puts me off the holiday. In Florida, the purchase of fireworks is illegal unless for purposes of driving animals from your property. But the police state that the laws are difficult to enforce. The real atrocity here is the lack of respect, the selfishness that allows someone to think nothing of making a loud racket in a densely-populated area deep into the night. Who are these people? This absence of other-mindedness seems to be the order of the day, and no amount of laws are going to prevent it. What we need is nothing short of a societal shakeup and a return to peace and dignity, to graciousness instead of rudeness. We need more silence.

The electronic age has served to make our world louder and it’s almost eerie how we’ve come to accept it, even though it does us great harm. Televisions bear loud-mouthed talking heads into living rooms nightly, theaters blast movies at decibels far beyond what’s necessary, people shout more and more to be heard over one another. Noise seems to rule the day. The fireworks are one thing, but the one more obvious phenomenon is the car stereos, those PA system on wheels. Ever wonder why all you can hear is the boom boom boom from outside of the offending vehicle? Well, as they taught us in sound engineering school, the lower the frequency the farther sound waves travel. So the low-end, the bass, is all you hear and that godawful pounding pulse induces anxiety. Whether you realize it or not. I’ve met folks who’ll say it doesn’t bother them. Those of us sensitive to sound know damn well it makes us anxious. Those less affected by sound just don’t realize they’re being mentally manipulated. Indeed repeated low-frequency pulses have been used as instruments of torture. I’m very much a live-and-let-live guy, so why on earth would I agree with a law that would subject a second time noise offender to having their car impounded? Because silence should take precedence over noise in the public arena. Because your rights end where mine begin and vice versa. I didn’t ask for the walls of my living room to shake at midnight as a result of your shitnoise. I’m fortunate enough to have silence most days in the morning, my best time to write, and in the late evening, my favorite time to make revisions. When silence is not possible, I write to medieval Spanish music. And I play it at such a volume as not to disturb my neighbors.

Silence is golden folks, and at the rate we’re going it just may be the next commodity.


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Storytelling, In The New America

   Posted by: Ricko    in American culture

The oral tradition of storytelling in the English language is something very well-preserved in Ireland, Scotland and the rest of the British Isles. At least that was my experience over ten years ago. There were storytellers all over the place in Ireland who knew their stories by heart. Many nights at after-parties on the heels of playing a traditional Irish session, we would take turns improvising stories right then and there. How fun that was! It was kind of mandatory and I must say the first time that I was put on the spot, my Scottish friend Alex called me out for introducing a gun into my story. You Yanks, it’s all violence and guns! What a lazy, cheap plotting device! I stopped throwing gratuitous guns into my stories after that.

Audiobooks are in some sense a manifestation of the age-old practice of storytelling. But it’s not the same– a voice comes over the ear buds, or the car stereo speakers. Even though the narrators are usually great voice actors, the intimacy of shared space between the storyteller and their listeners is not present. There is much difference between the experience of reading a story and listening to a story.

I enjoyed so much the reading/music events on my promotional blitz for Sunnyville. There was a very special and old-fashioned kind of connection going on between myself and others. It had nothing to do with politics or opinions or anything else grounded in reality. It was pure storytelling.

Author and friend Lisa Kirchner has a great monthly series going here in St. Pete called True Stories.’s a fun night with a pre-announced theme and people show up and there is generally a lot of laughter (Lisa’s very funny) and engagement with the storyteller. My writing critique groups are themselves storytelling experiences. We meet regularly and read from what we’ve printed out for excising, enhancement and constructive criticism. We keep up with one another’s stories meeting by meeting.

Us Americans need storytelling now more than ever between one another. Where the personal does not become the political. Our obsession with the media outlets that are largely opinion/editorial in nature has made us a little too dense with current events– it’s like suddenly we’re all professional journalists. Well, journalism is work. Stories are play. Humans need to connect verbally through play, always have. So maybe turn off the cable news, close the laptop, put down that newspaper or that bestselling book by your favorite TV talking head. Let’s make up stories. Let’s play.

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