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Lyrics That Escape Us

Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, Musings, whatever

Sneaky things words, they tend to escape and evade me. Going back a few years I could always write a reasonable lyric but my minds a blank now it seems.  Sometimes I wake up with an idea and its gone before I have a chance to write it down.  Brain fog or depression? Maybe. 

The world seems quiet and subdued to me but for many its just starting up again. I dont have a routine to step back into unlike many others.
I cant get off the starting line and I have tried all the usual tricks but nothings worked. Even for an old cynic like me that’s been a shock. 
My mind is wandering the halls of memories and replaying all sorts of things. Perhaps its simply due to a lack of novelty or fresh input generally? Conversations we cannot have now with absent friends and what we might have said are in the mix as well. Replaying endlessly. I do hope these feelings go away but for the last 6 months they have remained constant and seemingly immutable. 
Am I selfish to miss my old friends so much? Maybe but I do. A lot.  

So what else have I been doing then? Working on 3 or 4 tunes and practicing a lot too.
Also doing some remote project recording’s.  So not entirely idle in truth. The landscaping opposite moves on at quite a pace now, but I even so I dont think it will be finished before autumn somehow. I feel somehow its like the path outside Frodo’s house in LOTR and when ready may lead to adventures, though what sort I cannot imagine  🙂

Our posh boy PM is making an announcement on Monday June 28th re July unlocking dates. Looking  like it wont be early release though. It will be 18 months now since the first restrictions came into force and with 80% of the adult population having antibodies to covid surely its time to let rip. 

 

  

 

   

Diana Stone Sunny uplands

Bad for the right reasons or good for the wrong ones?

Musings

Sometimes when I consider my life I feel I have often been morally ambiguous.  That’s what happens when there is too much time to think. I don’t think I have done anything that bad but I have broken a few rules.  Though I rather suspect that applies to most of us.
Today’s  been a mixed bag. I was quite happily being a bit creative writing and playing and then a small movement and I was in agony’s again. Very annoying and frustrating and painful.   

Many people have not actually noticed the passing of time. They view the world as being as it was when they left uni or school. They really don’t’ pick up much else in the way of knowledge if they are not academics or involved in civics/politics in the course of their working lives. Perhaps they use fairly partisan news sources and don’t follow theatre and culture generally. So to them the world is perpetually the 60s 70s and 80s and the internet is not really used to gain knowledge much, it’s just for entertainment. had I remained a van driver for my working life, whilst I might still have been deeply involved in music I would have learnt very much of anything else I suspect. I certainly would not have had any strong political views, left or right on the center. My world ran on railway tracks pretty much.   

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Let the music play:

Beginning Ending or Middle

Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, music, Musings

I  am lost and clueless.  And my mind is blank.  We write a script for our lives and at a certain point we reach the last chapter. But what if everything does not stop there. Then what?  Today has been an unintentional rest. I got very stressed yesterday and today I have just stopped. I am not sure why. Perhaps because I dont feel there is much I can do except have a bit of faith that some answers will come to me eventually. Sometimes perhaps to paraphrase “Do or do not there is no try” one should say rather “Do not or try”.  I feel personally I am at the end of things, though rationally it does not make sense.  Its a very uncomfortable feeling and profoundly  disturbing.  Just waiting for the doom to strike out of a clear blue sky.   

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

(Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5)