Yes, really it is. two weeks after planting it’s finally springing to life. the Green , green grass of home. And it is on the other side of the road at least. 🙂 That’s a bit of late summer cheer.
Here is a solo Piano work which lets say is slightly Debussy influenced.
Not so much to report this week. I may have some more interesting things to say soon though.
What’s new and how are you? It’s a lovely day in the neighbourhood. The sun’s out and there is a light breeze. It’s a perfect Truman Show/Stepford Wives crossover day with a hint of the matrix for seasoning as it seems as though it is the same people walking past every half hour or so. Makes you wonder at times without a doubt, what’s real and whats with out outside. The world though a window. Now with a constant band of changing strolling players. Some in Joggers motley, others in black attire. Some wobbling, some striding, some swaying from side to side like landlocked sailors home from the sea after months away from dry land still feeling the uneven rhythm beating out slow parade drum march for them to synchronise to. And dogs, old, new, many and various. A cavalcade of wonder. Birds landing in great flocks for insect suppers on the ground or perhaps a seed feast? Then in a moment all gone and the ground is quite void of avian foragers.
Other than looking out of the window, whats occuring. Well music,music, music of course but you knew that. It’s a sunday even as I type this. I have been out for a bit of fresh air and also doing the studio stuff for a few hours. During recording sessions there is a temptation to idly gaze out of the window at times now the building site has gone or maybe that’s just me. So the music I am working on has as is often the case got a life of its own and moved in a very different direction than I originally envisaged. But often when that happens the end result can be a lot more interesting if it works out. Well that is my excuse and I am sticking with it.
The days go in a flash. In the last week or so I have been getting up fairly late though I have been sleeping very well in the main.. last night I watched “Searching for sugar man” about the singer/songwriter Rodriguez who had two albums that flopped in the US in the early 70’s but became a cult star in South Africa. the legend was that he had committed suicide on stage. Actually it turned out that he had just gone back to building labouring in Detroit. Eventually he went and played gigs in South Africa several times but still lived a quiet life in Detroit in the same house he had lived in for 40 years. he has 3 children and is still around at 79 years of age. Its an interesting story of a very humble man IMO. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sixto_Rodriguez
The things I would like in life are not in the power of anyone to grant me. Those things I could have in the worldly sense, seem trivial. Whilst I would not choose it I can see why some are drawn to a very simple life. I don’t think it would work for me though.
The lyrics I sketched out for the current track may well not work with it I suspect or will have to be altered considerably but they may spark a better idea of course.
And the track is now an instrumental because its turned in to something very atmospheric in a very different way that I thought it would. No problem though. It’s all exploration and surprises. Much of what I create lands in a different place than the intended destination. However if it’s a good place I have learned to just go with it.
(Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 3)
Yep. Well actually no. It’s not really normal yet, very far from it. Yesterday was a bad day it must be said. I feel a long way from everything and everyone. Disconnected. Its not getting any better either. I am sure I am not the only one that’s ever felt like this of course, but its the first time I have had this for anything but an instant. Ho hum, alas and alack. And still everything hurts randomly. Its not getting any easier at present.
Here’s a tune from a couple of years back. A fairly straightforward rock song.
It’s another bit of space cadet sounding stuff lyrically though relatively straight forward musically.
“The silence breaks through again and suddenly the world has stopped and there is suffering everywhere but it is unseen from these windows.
The question comes, “You never talk about it” because to me its is an irrelevance. My identity it is but also equally it is not. Am I what I do are what you know about me or even what I know about myself or at least think that I do?
And also what is It, my it or your it or their it Actually that’s not it.
I am not me then but perhaps a projection or a reflection or an echo or a thought in my head as everyday I am me but also someone else that I dont recognise, but its is not truly a disguise. My eyes don’t change.”
Existentialist cobblers. Perhaps. Discuss…..
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