Category Archives: music

Mostly waiting for something

Delta Ladies, Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, music, Musings

So what have I been up to? Music and music and music mostly. Including a vaguely Rick Wakeman style thing that actually worked rather better than I though it would.
Here it is then for your delectation and delight. 

Apart from that rehearsals for a project with John Bickley’s invisible folk club are continuing fuel permitting.  The Bedford region monsoon season seems to have started now too.  Attempts to write a more straight forward song once in  a wile have not yet born fruit. 

I have just submitted a new album for release on Amazon Apple and Spotify and so forth called “Moving Through The Vale”.  It should be released on the 22 October. 
I think at present I am getting a little bit crazy and locked into a self-referential loop .  I need a bit of outside input I think. 

 

 

Just History Repeating Itself Again.

Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, music, Musings

It’s not been a good day.  3 Steps forward and 2 back again. Any attempt to simplify one’s life inevitably turns out to give the reverse of that outcome. Perhaps it is an unwritten  law of the universe?  Still we are in uncharted waters here. 

I had view of the still pictures from the video shoot I did recently with Jon Bickley. Some interesting and characterful shots among them. They do not look at all as if they have been shot in the garden of a terraced house at all.

Mostly I am carrying on with what I normally do, recording, writing and I am involved in some side projects too.  So I have stuff going on and I am keeping busy with it.  I am struggling a bit on a personal level at present and I am taking things day to day as much as possible.  I feel outside everything now as if the world has lost its meaning to me. I heed to do things day to day to keep going but I am feeling totally numb.  It’s unlike my previous depressive episodes in its feelings and flavours.  It’s pretty weird.

I am still writing music though perhaps I am like a hamster on a wheel racing to nowhere at times. It can feel like that. The seasons changing now and I think this winter is going to be a difficult one for me to get through as I have lost my compass.

 

       

 

 

   

September 2021 whats a foot then

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

Out of my studio window i can see the moon as the sun sets on the opposite side of the house. It always feels magical to see the moon in a still blue sky as it did when I was a child.  I am wrestling with lyrics again and a sudden rush of writer’s block. I have no words again but a  good hooky track waiting for a vocal. I need inspiration not perspiration.  

A hint of something new has popped up on the horizon musically in terms of side projects. I shan’t get too excited yet about it.  We live in hope and all that though.
But just maybe….

I am still not feeling that well.  Headaches and tiredness but not covid. its very tedious.   

 

 

My car is due for MOT next week and I wonder if it will pass. I have no idea at all.  So fingers and toes crossed and all that. Cars are skittish things at times  and unpredictable unless you are a guru versed in the sacred knowledge.  A mere acolyte may well be lead astray when tiptoeing  in to the realm of  such dark and arcane matters. 

I am quite glad that I don’t have too much going on at the moment to be honest. A very nice moonscape again tonight. I think on balance I quite like having our balcony rather than one of those small patio/gardens as the outlook is really rather nice. I remembered the gist of what the song idea I had in the bath was about. I will let that ferment a bit. I think I am sort of going through a change at present. I am seeing the world very differently all of a sudden. It is perhaps a change in priorities in some sense. 

At present I seem to spend half the day in a revery and the rest being creative sort of on the music side. Before I would have got bored or frustrated but the pace seems to suit me at present. I feel as if I am gathering together the separate threads of my life and allowing them to reorder themselves somehow. Its difficult to explain but I had a similar feeling when I started to recover from my last major bout of depression about 14 years ago that I had remained the same somehow but now inhabited an altered but reasonably familiar world that I had wandered into.