Hold That Thought

I may be playing my first gig plugged in gig  for nearly 18 months at a small festival, so I need to test some gear which I have started doing.  Hopefully it all still works.  It feels quite odd to be preparing for it though. I am a bit worried that it go badly wrong but fingers crossed anyway. Today at the time of writing I have had a messy day where not much seems to have been achieved despite my best efforts. Getting back on my feet after such a long break is an effort. Confidence wanes and all that. I am very likely to run into people I know, which may be a bit weird after so long. Currently I am waiting for a result on my regular covid test as I am rehearsing tomorrow with the Monday band that has not got a name yet, a few have been suggested and are under consideration.  I quite liked the ironic “Stairlift To Heaven”, though it is perhaps too near the truth and just a little bit to close to home. I have the usual level of February grumpiness to contend with too.  I am keeping up with my own personal music adventures along with the other projects too. I was recording today among  everything else I have been trying to sort out. I am stil very much in the one day at a time frame of mind too.  
So here is my most recent effort, a trance and violin instrumental vibe. 

Well some things never change and my anxiety just will not go away. It is  less severe than it was but its their like background noise all the time.   I should be more relaxed as there is much more for me to be positive about again, but the last couple of years have knocked the stuffing out of me.  I guess its the same for many others of course.  I have to try to plan but not worry too much. So I look ahead whilst trying to have no care for the morrow.  Mission impossible. The trees are starting to bud and everything is coming back to life locally. We still have building work going on in the street outside even as we start our 5th year here. Its not too noisy but there seems no end in sight to it. Today they were putting in extra drainage as well. 

‘We know what we are, but know not what we may be.’

(Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5)

As ever…