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Love in the time of the internet

Hi Hart Beat. It’s a stormy night here in Brooklyn and I desperately hope that this rain cools down the temperatures before Carolyn and I head to the beach this weekend… Anyway, a couple days ago I came across this fascinating article about a New Yorker who chronicled his heartbreaking love story in a series of Yelp reviews.

The author behind the story, Chase Compton, tells a riveting tale of romance, courtship and heartbreak by leaving different episodes of his story at different places around the city. Each episode is written in the review space for popular restaurants and landmarks in lower Manhattan (like Tompkins Squire Park, Cafe Mogador and the Brooklyn Bridge.) The first part of the story takes place down the street from where I live in Greenpoint and, as a New Yorker, I found reading the story somewhat eerie. The way that Chase describes falling in love in this intimate, loud, public and intoxicating city is unbelievable accurate. I couldn’t stop reading his story and I thought you might enjoy it too Hart Beat. For the full list of reviews you can find Chase’s Yelp account here.

On the topic of keys, I had noticed something about the bridge that I hadn’t noticed before. I had been on the Brooklyn Bridge just about a year ago, with Him, and had failed to notice all of the locks that embellished the wires running all along it. They all had names and engagements and testaments of eternal love carved into them–it was just like that bridge in Paris. It was slightly less grand-scale, but still the same concept. People from all over the world had come here, to this place, and placed locks on it that represented their steadfastness in love. It was as if to say that love really did stand a chance when it was true, and it could in fact be made into something of permanence. Too many people these days saw the notion of love as being “locked” or “trapped” into something, but I knew that there was more to it than that. Love should be something that frees you, and liberates you, and makes you stronger–it’s that permanence and strength that the lock represents. Delving further into metaphor, I wondered what the key was in this equation. What was the key to making love stay? 
– Chase Compton


Top photo via source.
Bottom photo via source.


Hannah Hunt, the best breakup song

Hi Hart Beat. How’s your weekend going? I am so glad that tomorrow is Friday and I’m even more excited that I get to spend some time with my oldest friend Sammy. Shout-out to S. tonight for sharing this beautiful song with me. (Second shout-out to Spotify for making the world of music sharing such a wonderful place.)

I hadn’t listened to Vampire Weekend’s most recent album until Sam recommended this song to me and now I can’t believe where I was for so long. “Hannah Hunt,” the song posted bellow, is what has taken me so strongly, and no, not because it’s about another Hannah, because it is one of the most simple and achingly beautiful song about a breakup I’ve heard in a while.

In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried
And missed those freezing beaches
And I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire,
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces

If I can’t trust you then damn it, Hannah
There’s no future, there’s no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time

“Hannah Hunt” by Vampire Weekend

Crazy, Part Two

Hi Hart Beat. Last March I went through a huge Patsy Cline kick. I even wrote a post dedicated to one of my favorite songs, written by my favorite Willie Nelson and sung by Patsy Cline. Almost one year later I give you The Kills singing “Crazy,” maybe even better than Patsy herself.

The Kills recording an acoustic version of “Crazy”
I’m crazy for feeling so lonely
I’m crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you’d love me as long as you waned
And then some day
You’d leave me for somebody new

Dancing on my own

Hey Hart Beat. My friend Kristy shared this song with me the other day and I thought you would like it too. My senior year at Bates the original Robyn song was really popular and it’s really nice to hear a mellow more hartbeat-esque version now. What do you think? You a fan of Kings of Leon?

“Dancing On My Own” cover by Kings of Leon

Dancing on my own

Hey Hart Beat. My friend Kristy shared this song with me the other day and I thought you would like it too. My senior year at Bates the original Robyn song was really popular and it’s really nice to hear a mellow more hartbeat-esque version now. What do you think? You a fan of Kings of Leon?

“Dancing On My Own” cover by Kings of Leon

Like it’s only you and me

Dios mio, Hart Beat. I couldn’t not share this with you. I was going to write something of the non-music variety tonight but I can’t help myself. You should really listen to this remix of “Home” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. I’m so in love with this right now and thought you might like to share it with your Hart Beat, Hart Beat.

Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and payphone calls
I been everywhere with you
“Home (RAC Mix)”

Like it’s only you and me

Dios mio, Hart Beat. I couldn’t not share this with you. I was going to write something of the non-music variety tonight but I can’t help myself. You should really listen to this remix of “Home” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. I’m so in love with this right now and thought you might like to share it with your Hart Beat, Hart Beat.

Moats and boats and waterfalls
Alleyways and payphone calls
I been everywhere with you
“Home (RAC Mix)”

An album for the weekend

Hey Hart Beat. I had mixed emotions sending Hannah off to Spain this afternoon. I am so happy for her and excited to hear about the trip but, I also miss Spain so much and it was a reminder that I haven’t been there since July this past year.

On another note, I’ve been working from home today and am listening for the first time Norah Jones‘s newest album. Have you head it yet?

“Say Goodbye” by Norah Jones
I was a huge fan of Norah Jones back in high school (what up Sarah Horne) but I haven’t been thrilled by her albums since “Come Away With Me.” This one is blowing me away though and I can’t figure out what my favorite song from “Little Broken Hearts” is. Sweet Baby Jesus Tennessee, “She’s 22” is getting me just as much as “Little Broken Hearts.” This is a break-up album if I ever heard one. Enjoy it this weekend, Hart Beat. 

A fellow lover of sad songs

This morning before heading to work I was listening to NPR (favorite part about Saturday mornings) and I caught the end of an interview of Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell about their new album Old Yellow Moon. As many of you at Hart Beat know, I’ve been on a country music kick since last spring. What most struck me about the interview of Emmylou and Rodney was Emmylou’s description of her love for sad songs. I tried to look for the transcript this morning and since it’s not available until 12pm today I’ll have to share what I remember and update you later today…

I love sad songs. There’s nothing more beautiful than a sad song.
– Emmylou Harris

I couldn’t have said it better myself. And in honor of this amazing singer, here’s “Dreaming My Dream” sung by Ms. Harris and Mr Crowell, a beautiful sad song if there ever was one. 

Emmylou Harris photographed by David Gahr, 1968

This is how you lose her

“The half-life of love is forever.”
– Junot Diaz

Hey Hart Beat. Have you read anything good lately? I’ve been reading like a crazy person on the train lately to get out of my head a little. December is nice in New York but I kind of miss the sun. February will be here soon enough though. Anyway, the other day I finished this amazing book “This Is How You Lose Her.”

Since going through a breakup last year this book was almost too appropriate to read now. I feel like that’s always the way it happens, right? I had never read anything by Junot Diaz before (sacrilegious as a spanish major, I know) but this was an amazing first introduction to his work. I highly, highly recommend it for you Hart Beat. I really loved it.

“Ana Iris once asked me if I loved 
him and I told her about the lights
in my old home in the capital, 
how they flickered and you never knew if 
they would go out or not.
You put down your things and you
waited and couldn’t do anything really
until the lights decided. This,
I told her, is how I feel.”
– This Is How You Lose Her