I am getting crazier by the minute I think.  Yesterday was a good day, but today I am back in the world of weird big time. My anxiety is getting worse  day by day. I am note keeping it together terribly well at all. Its pretty much your actual existential dread.
I am running on instinct now. 

I am in my room surrounded by all my toys, materialy I have everything I need. But right now as the sun goes down I feel pretty empty. I have a track waiting for a vocal which I can’t bring myself to start singing on. Friday and Saturday nights in particular are often when I feel at my lowest ebb. Gig nights and no gigs and also of course absent friends. When does one ever stop missing people? Perhaps never I suspect.

I know the world is still turning and people are carrying on because I have seen it but sometimes it feels like everything is ended.  

I just watched a live webcast of a friend (jan Ayes) funeral.  She among many things ran the Waltham Abbey Folk Club and gave the Delta Ladies a bit of  a helping hand via her good offices.  

Anyway here’s a song about moving on. Figuratively or literally. Its a got a bit of fiddle on it too….