Some September

A personal diary "remixed" with the diaries of others (including fictional characters in the past and future) so as to highlight interesting chronological juxtapositions. It is the book version of the non-linear film which skips around in time in almost a random fashion, but is logical in some ways: For example, something happening in September 1964 would echo into September 1968, or even September 2048.

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On September 14, 2017, I was predicting that the future of music would be driven by AI, and in some ways singing its praises, but on September 14, 2021, I was rather singing the praises of the book The Myth of Artificial Intelligence: "Now my go-to book to support my cynicism about AI." On Friday, September 16, 1816, Anne Lister arrives in Buxton (Derbyshire) for a few days stay, while 152 years later, on Friday, September 16, 1968, a British popular music ensemble is in the previously unfathomable "recording studio" recording While My Guitar Gently Weeps. 9 years later, one of the Beatles' major influences, Elvis Presley, dies. On September 16, 1997, it was the 20th anniversary of his death and I got caught in a deluge where it rained for 2-1/2 hours, and diaried, "The second coming of Elvis". On September 16, 2010, I discovered two keys on the seat next to me on the El. "The supernaturalist in me wants to ascribe meaning to this, but someone may have simply lost their keys. But it is interesting in that they looked like they were placed there with intention. We all want everything to have some meaning, even if we conjure it." The Beatles release She Loves You on Friday, September 23, 1963, while on September 23, 1997, I write, "It's interesting that teenagers these days look at the music of 1988 as I look at the music of 1964 and the music of 1981 as the music of 1959."