What can YOU say in six sentences?
He is laid back and physically unassuming and completely not what I expected in a Beverly Hills cardiologist.
When he sees on my chart what I do for a living, he engages me in a conversation about Hollywood, jazz, politics, film and the state of cultural arts in Los Angeles because although he is a cardiologist by day, he is a jazz pianist by night.
What has brought me to his office on a rare grey Elizabeth Kubler Ross L.A. day is the constant pain in my chest; it is ceaseless and I have convinced myself death is on the horizon because I am prone to fits of melodrama and would hate to think the years of practicing my Camille had been for naught.
I am snared in his web of affability and find I tell him things - personal things - about my life - that are none of my goddamn business, by which I mean, that somethings are best left unsaid because by giving them voice it lends credence to the possibility they may be (wait for it...) true and altogether depressing.
We talk about Marilyn McCoo and jazz and the life of a musician versus the life of a physician, and I can tell he is restless and sad, "Tell me about the pain," he says, and I comply and tell him it never leaves me - never abates.
"Sometimes it feels like the whole world's heart is breaking," he says, and I nod in agreement.
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Comment by Joe Gensle on September 18, 2011 at 2:38am
Comment by Gita on September 17, 2011 at 10:26pm What they said PLUS: why did the name Marilyn McC00 pop into your head for this piece? I heard her sing Laura Nyro's "Bill," just the other day and thought, "Miss her."
Not as much as I miss you, though.
Comment by Michael Brown on September 17, 2011 at 10:10pm
Comment by Angela on September 17, 2011 at 8:40pm
Comment by shauna mcclure on September 17, 2011 at 8:26pm You guys are so nice and give me a warm, fuzzy feeling...much needed. It is fiction, though...not exactly sure why I chose first person last night except maybe too much wine and a heavy dose of feeling sorry for myself.Technically, my heart is just fine.
I adore this. ADORE it. Besides being well written (DUH, it's you) you got personal, vulnerable, and even more beautiful. I wonder if you'd ever be interested in writing a memoir, a slightly name-dropping story of L.A. and all that is "none of my goddamn business". And by the way, read Emma Forrest's Your Voice In My Head. It's amazing and will make you feel oodles better.
I'm assuming the heart pain is stress singing a sad jazz tune in lonely chambers. I certainly hope so and please hang out with us for a while.
Comment by Mike Handley on September 17, 2011 at 2:10pm
Comment by Brad Rose on September 17, 2011 at 11:02am This is beautiful. It resonates for me a number of ways. I love the idea of a MD who plays jazz by night. And especially one who says the "Sometimes it feels like the whole world's heart is breaking.." I grew up in LA, and have for he last two years found myself writing a mock novellette about characters in Hollywood. (Shameless self-advertisement
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"A Kubler Ross LA day" is friggin brilliant not just because it captures the character's mood and fears, but it describes perfectly that sad, low gray (but glittering) city. I also really like the idea of the speaker confessing personal things "that are none my goddamn business..."
This is really a very nice piece of writing.
Comment by Joe Gensle on September 17, 2011 at 5:36am
Comment by Robert Crisman on September 17, 2011 at 3:14am
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