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Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, music, Musings, other,

Golden Ticket

Go on, give it a spin 😉

Ok that’s the commercial over. I have been having a couple of not particularly productive days. So I have decided to just roll with it for the moment. I have the usual ideas buzzing in my head a bit but I haven’t started to kick off with them quite yet.

I am feeling a bit anxious generally to be honest. As in worried rather then panic attacks. I don’t know why but I have felt like that for a few days. There is a band rehearsal tonight for our charity gig at the church on at the weekend. I expect I will wobble through it. I am just feeling weird and very unsettled.

My old band Elephant Shelf many moons ago

It’s strange how much slight wrong bits in a tune can actually turn into magic moments. The secret chord you accidently create in an arrangement, but can’t really untangle.

A few recent Diana Stone tunes 🎶

And There’s More Unsurprisingly

Musings

A new tune, using an electric 12 string and a modal riff. No violin on this one.
Third World Intervention

Well, there it is. Anger builds up and resentment. If you lost the battles in your childhood you will possibly end up one of two ways. Completely broken or on a hair trigger. So today I am jumpy, jumpy and did I say I was jumpy. Yes a lot of that goes on for me at times.

I enjoyed our Sonic Boomers slightly chaotic gig at the beer festival and sat down to talk for about half an hour with Brian the guitarist. We just can’t do what we used to do. On Sunday I recorded and mixed a new tune that I came up with in the morning. Including all the overdubs an stuff. So I can still do music, but I feel old with the arthritis and all that. I do enjoy myself but though I am but a poor deluded but hope mostly kind trans person raging against the dying of the light. But also with getting older comes the understanding that the world and people cannot be fixed. Wars rage everywhere in the world. Mostly due to fear of the other and the rich still profit like Daddy Warbucks in little orphan Annie. Makes me wish I had some faith, miracles surround us but humans create an endless trail of destruction. My depression seems quite logical and reasonable at times. I watched the news last night of course and I as ever nothing makes sense does it?