Well, things are stil a curates egg pretty much some good, some bad some middling. A mild panic this morning for folks at the compound here as the vehicle gates have jammed though they managed to manually open them.
A thrilling day so far, cleaned washing machine filter but it didn’t actually need cleaning. A couple of emails sent.Stuff like that..
I do find a massive feeling of inertia when dealing with people generally. Everybody has the same story to tell now. People (younger ones two) are not going out so much, pub attendance is down and so forth. People do feel things are in decline with an added dash of ‘Is that all there is’
Another musical mate Tally Trow (exe a couple of decent bands and an occasional DL bass player to boot) has asked me to do a musical collaboration, on line remote stuff of course though. So that’s small plus.
A thought on my music conundrum:
I think my problem is I exist in an odd place on the music spectrum. I have pro level skills (but without the sight reading skills level I am not quite employable enough) but I am not despite what you might actually think a massive ego maniac. But I can’t handle pro level opportunity’s now. I can’t jump back into 4+ gigs a week I would need a 6 to 9 month or so warm up to do that assuming my old bones and brain cells still can do the deed. All the regularly working pros I know also teach 2 or 3 days a week. That’s a good way to make contacts of course. But you can learn more off YouTube in ten minutes unless you have a really good tutor. In space there are what is called Lagrange points. There are spots between the Earth and Sun and Mars where crudely put the gravitational pull on an object is balanced so satellites (notably the most famous recent space telescope James Webb Space Telescope (JWST) ) can be parked and remain in place.
So it is it seems with my musical efforts. In perfect equilibrium but tidally locked in a cosmic doldrums. I was offered a while (I didn’t ask for it) a serious try out for what I thought was a bunch of aging never was in a sort of prog rock band. I politely declined as it was not quite the right fit and I did not think I would have the stamina. Then a mutual friend expressed amazement as it turned out said band were a big thing on the UK modern prog festival circuit…

Mental Health
Mine is not at all good at present to be honest. I am right on the edge at present
And nothing makes sense anymore. At all. maybe it never will again?
Maybe see you on the flip side…



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