Monday, January 21, 2008
Does the player exist in any human endeavour?
The great, tragic, bizarre life of Chess Grandmaster Bobby Fischer has come to an end. I've never been sure quite what to make of him, besides the fact that he was a horrible genius whose inspiration was only exceeded by his desperation.
In honor of his death, I spent some time today listening to one of my favorite old musicals - Chess, by Benny Andersson & Bjorn Ulvaeus (yes, of Abba fame). Unfortunately, this work was also rather tragic - the concept album was completely bastardized by the time it hit the stage. In its own way, it was a sadly appropriate evolution for a piece inspired by the paranoid, tortured life of Mr. Fischer.
Dark and thoughtful, Chess tells the tale of genius gone wrong, egos that consumed all that lay in their paths, and the loves that were strangled by them.
How can I love you so much,
yet make no move?
I pray the days and nights
in their aimless, weary procession
soon overwhelm my sad obsession.
You and I, we've seen it all
chasing our hearts desires.
But we go on pretending
stories like ours have happy endings...
Rest in peace, Mr. Fischer. Here's hoping your happiness will come after the ending.
In honor of his death, I spent some time today listening to one of my favorite old musicals - Chess, by Benny Andersson & Bjorn Ulvaeus (yes, of Abba fame). Unfortunately, this work was also rather tragic - the concept album was completely bastardized by the time it hit the stage. In its own way, it was a sadly appropriate evolution for a piece inspired by the paranoid, tortured life of Mr. Fischer.
Dark and thoughtful, Chess tells the tale of genius gone wrong, egos that consumed all that lay in their paths, and the loves that were strangled by them.
How can I love you so much,
yet make no move?
I pray the days and nights
in their aimless, weary procession
soon overwhelm my sad obsession.
You and I, we've seen it all
chasing our hearts desires.
But we go on pretending
stories like ours have happy endings...
Rest in peace, Mr. Fischer. Here's hoping your happiness will come after the ending.
2 comments:
This is an all too familiar scene...well, for us, anyway.
Y'know, I've had Chess going around in my head this week too, and for the same reason.
WF
In my opinion, Bobby Fischer was not right in the head. His disease made him both the best chess player to ever live, and the freakishly wierd due he became later in life.
And by the way, one night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble.