Dare I even ask. Perhaps I will just wait and see to avoid unnecessary stress as there is no defence against the future, particularly if you are a quantum determinist. Its also at this time of year we always ask ourselves what would Elvis do? Certainly not this. I just remastered this track from 4 years back to see if it could get it a bit more love. Fingers crossed and affirmations made 🙂
As I write this the sky is crying a bit. Rain and lots of it. Again. A typical start to the new year and my birthday month. A day doing obscure stuff in the studio room whilst the wind kicks off mightily outside. Its really unsettling though. I am wobbling uncertainly into 2024.
Here then is a perhaps trivial matter perhaps some might say? Something for you dear reader to think about. I am not so very young so my future is limited. To me recent world events in the last 4 years have been very disheartening. Everything to me feels as though it is going backwards. More polarisation and deep divisions and a lot of “othering” and scapegoating. Society certainly seems to be in so many respects going boldly back to the future, but rather in a rusting Ford Popular than a flying DeLorean. Even though many steps forward have been made there seems to a groundswell of movement to try to turn back the clock.
I am gearing up for a Happy New Year salutation however. With the usual attempted reset. I will try and creep up on it so as not to startle it if at all possible, though if its as skittish as 2023 that may well be too much of a stretch frankly.
Nerd fact of the day: I am still using a guitar lead that I picked up off the stage at Hammersmith Odeon after a Mick Ronson gig. Its never gone crackly of worn out…. A friend pointed out he won’t be asking for it back now though. I definitely feel Christmased, as in beaten into a festive submission. Ho Ho Ho we have ways of making you merry. Well gov its not working on me. I do feel distinctly non-merry. Perhaps even more so than usual for me at this time of year. The weather is not helping either of course. In my slightly enforced isolation I have been feverishly slaving away attempting to be creative.
Gosh a mighty, forsooth tis Christmas time again. Cease-fire per chance. That would be nice don’t yah think. Will the bombs be falling on Christmas day this year? Looks like it. Somebody prove me wrong. Please. At the time of writing they are. I am trying to not think about it, but that is really hard. I watched the Christmas Dr Who, fun but very silly as you might imagine. Also likely to upset the the GB News fans of the J the Mog and assorted gammons. It will be fun to see the reviews, though most so far have been quite positive. I opened a couple of low key Christmas presents. Its hard going though with no social stuff for a while.
Christmas is always hard work for me. But it doesn’t last too long really. I am starting to get that loose wire in the junction box feeling as if something is shorting out, sparking, leaking to earth or needs tightening up or possible re-soldering. I am chasing my tail a bit at the moment to be honest. I have just been to put the rubbish out and its very quiet here. “Still” as they used to say. I have had a few Christmas messages on various WhatsApp groups and the usual Facebook stuff. On days like this it is easy though to feel like an outsider I find. Necks aching now too. I have fallen behind with my exercise routine too which is very important for me to keep mobile and keep certain pains at bay. Having taken a short stroll, gosh it is warm for December, but very, very quiet. Also I seem to be suffering from slight gastric over indulgence too as well, and my stomach has made conversational sounds. Though I really am not the type for gluttony in the main.
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