Category Archives: Musings

What Am I Like, You Really Don’t Want To Know.

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

Yep, my mind is a mixture of quite disturbing thoughts at times. Well it is at the time of writing. My goodness there goes another one. I am all a flutter. Gadzooks. I have been working a lot of trying to improve my fitness post Covid and lockdown and all that jazz. I think its working but I have equally well been getting more and more irritable and impatient to. My life is very quiet compared to how things were 5 years ago when I was still playing regular gigs and a lot of other stuff was also occupying my time too. Now I have time to think. Thinking can lead one to dangerous places which is why perhaps so many people on Facebook, X and so forth don’t even bother to attempt it?

A friend said I seemed irritable. Well lately I think I often am. Mostly with the universe in general. I am quite a full on sort of person when I get going. I can be a bit fiery. Perhaps I am a dragon…I also have to remember not to interject oaths and swearing in my conversations. I am constantly twitchy and tend to fidget. If I were giving a lecture I would be pacing from side to side rather than standing at the podium I think.

Here is a new song. Piano and Vocals. The latest keyboard I have has a really decent piano samples on it that make for a little more subtly that is very apparent on recordings.

Never Again As Friends

When I was younger and very naive I thought I would never understand why people would start to lean on alcohol and drugs as a crutch. Well I think I have it figured out now. I feel I have built a wall between me and the rest of the world. Partly for protection and partly due to just feeling other. I really don’t know what I can do about that now. Passing time has made me cynical too. If I do last a little while longer, I need to make a change or two so that my mind survives in good order even if my body does not.

This Time Next Year I wonder If

Diana Stones Songs, Musings

Times a funny thing, its gone in a flash and you start to wonder what’s left in the tank. Do you try and eek it out and glide home or do you just put you try and get as far as you can?
Do you feel lucky punk?

What’s is with people born in the 70s and 80s banging on about how wonderful things were in 50’s and early 60’s. It really gets on my nerves at times. I have just seen one of those “share this” Facebook posts romanticising a mythical time that frankly was never like that at all, unless perhaps you were very well to do. I was born in the late 50’s. The first ten years of my life were spent living with no bathroom and outside toilet no real heating in an overcrowded dwelling. Yes I love music 🎶 from those times but everything else was not that great at all.
Bomb sites, chemical fogs, outside bogs, dogshit everywhere (some things don’t change) Rows of terraces waiting for demolition. It wasn’t all rose tinted. it was a huge contrast to my grandparents place out in suburbia which was a 1930s semidetached with a garden and to me it seemed like a palace… And TB and rickets and malnutrition for some still even then.
These things do shape who you are and who you become.

It’s not my circus or monkeys though so onto the next thing I guess. I am stil finding old recordings in the archive from my old bands. It is bitter sweet though as three of them have passed.
This though is one of mine




This Seems Appropriate

Diana Stones Songs, music, Musings, other, whatever

Yes, it’s the mood of the day, the center cannot hold. Yates and all that. The sudden evening silence breaks in my room. It’s not a good day so far as I write this. A lot of stuffs been going wrong and I am not coping well at all. I watched some video of an english guy (about 50 years old) that lives in rural Russia on YouTube. The sanctions have no effect on lifestyle except minor irritations with getting a few spare parts, the shop and shopping malls are all well stocked. Unless you are called up or a family member is, its a case of “War? , what war…”
So I think we can say that that one will run and run.

Today was an annoying day with computer problems as well… Ho Hum. One problem is sorted and the other hopefully will be at some point tomorrow or Thursday if the backup loads OK.

So not a creative day at all. My spirits a bit lost at present.

Diana Stone Musician in Prague.

Once upon a time when everything was fine we didn’t mind spending rather more than a dime.
And the beer was sublime, though I don’t know if the trains ran on time. We would play and have a good time. We let our little lights shine. Because we knew neither the hour or the time we went on further down the line.