Category Archives: Musings

People are out there. Its official.

Its official, there are people out and about and I have even managed to talk to a couple of them.  As part of the start of  my rehabilitation into society in general I met up with possible new musical collaborator. For the moment I shall say nothing, but there may be possibilities.   Due in part to the strange rituals of covid safe Bedford a meeting was arranged in the park.  All good but a mighty tempest threatened to disrupt the proceedings more that a little. However one circuit of the park and a coffee later plans were afoot.  But I shall say know more for now. 

Last  weekend I went to a craft fayre at Jordans Mill near Biggleswade and  things looked almost normal in some respects. Plenty of people milling about but spaced out in the open air of course.

In the last few days I have been trying to get back to a slightly more normal routine. As in actually getting dressed and leaving the apartment before midday to door something however trivial or otherwise.

 

Mayday Mayday

Love is the answer, maybe?  Or perhaps not. Another month begins and it  is time to attempt the annual reboot. So I have placed an ad for musical collaborators again. I don’y honestly think I will get too much of a response if previous attempts are anything to go by but I have to give it a try. A chink of light as the door cracks open and perhaps is enough to hint at a better tomorrow.  As I write this the sun is shining though its a bit chilly for May. Everything is slightly behind and the blossom is just about out now too.      

 

Its fear Jim but not as we know it

I am getting crazier by the minute I think.  Yesterday was a good day, but today I am back in the world of weird big time. My anxiety is getting worse  day by day. I am note keeping it together terribly well at all. Its pretty much your actual existential dread.
I am running on instinct now. 

I am in my room surrounded by all my toys, materialy I have everything I need. But right now as the sun goes down I feel pretty empty. I have a track waiting for a vocal which I can’t bring myself to start singing on. Friday and Saturday nights in particular are often when I feel at my lowest ebb. Gig nights and no gigs and also of course absent friends. When does one ever stop missing people? Perhaps never I suspect.

I know the world is still turning and people are carrying on because I have seen it but sometimes it feels like everything is ended.  

I just watched a live webcast of a friend (jan Ayes) funeral.  She among many things ran the Waltham Abbey Folk Club and gave the Delta Ladies a bit of  a helping hand via her good offices.  

Anyway here’s a song about moving on. Figuratively or literally. Its a got a bit of fiddle on it too….