Well OK I shall try not to then. This week has not gone to plan so far as I have had to change a few plans. Having to do that has made me a bit anxious though. Fingers crossed about getting back on track with stuff. but not today I think. Most things have been done though with slight delays as it turns out. I am not sure how Omicron is going to affect the planned musical doings I have on the Horizon at present which may through a spanner in the works post Christmas break. I did another Covid test which is ambiguous in its result. So I shall do another one tomorrow.
So anyway here’s a new tune for you and you, and you too. This one has electric 12 string(open tuned in DADGAD for you guitar nerds) and Violin and a rhythm I programmed up myself so its a little different at least in that respect. My other recording projects are still on going with Jon Bickley and the Invisible Folk Club too at the time of writing.
In many respects at this time of life I am not in too bad a place considering. I have no lack of anything materially. I am and have been loved though not necessarily always understood. Much of my life described to me at the age of say 25 would have seemed the wildest shores of fantasy. So whilst I do not take great joy at Christmas I am not any less happy than others. I would be happier if I could have a Christmas drink with absent friends, but in some senses I have everything I need. I am a little bit depressed. That often happens to me around Christmas though to be honest, so perhaps it’s not really news. Its perhaps just the usual midwinter effect.
I am though more than a little obsessed with my age. It never occurred to me that I might still be around at 64 with another year about to click around the odometer of life in a few weeks. I suppose we all have thoughts like that of course. I feel as if maybe I should not be not still be here at times. I feel as though I have done as much as I can and there is nothing new for me in some respects. Maybe its a special sort of crazy reserved just for me that I am experiencing? Actually its more like some form of dépersonnalisation than the typical depression that I have had in the past. I feel as though I am reading the book rather than having the lived experience in certain respects. That sounds weird but I think I have nailed it. I feel very concerned about the future because I just cant imagine what its going to be like? More of the same or something a little different. So dare I hope for better after the last two years? I just feel that there is more likely to be something really awful just around the next bend in the road. I have a bit of a phobia about starting anything new that might take time as I feel as if that is really tempting fate. Curiously Covid-19 is not at the top of my list of demons of which there are many and various. All creatures great and small of the unnatural sort beating there ghastly wings and extending their tallons or tentacles to ensnare me. What am I on….
I suspect if I am not carried off to the never world by demons Christmas will be marginally tolerable. Its the best one can hope for.
So just in case ” Seasons Greetings” and all that to you.