Category Archives: Piano

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.

A lot of Anger Pointed At The Wrong People

Delta Ladies, Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, music, Musings, other, Piano

When I was in my 20s to 30’s I can honestly say I lived a fairly sheltered life. But when a set of circumstances caused me to change to a very different sort of working environment I was slowly but surely exposed to many challenges about how I thought the world was, as opposed to how it actually is or was. My eyes and ears were opened. Even now though I am still stunned by much that I see and hear from supposedly educated people. Times and circumstances changed and new lessons were learned. At least in my case I believe, but perhaps it is not the same for others? And it’s difficult to have any sort of reasoned discussion with anyone quite often now. Also facts are considered to be subjective and mutable now and the thing called alternate truth which apparently exists now. It’s difficult for me to really clearly define what is happening as my vocabulary often feels inadequate when I respond. I am always worried that my comments might be misinterpreted and misunderstood.

There seem to be so many fake profiles on facebook now. I have just seen one with a verified tick but the profile name bears no relation to the url? Bot perhaps or good old fashioned troll.

Due to a set of unexpected circumstances’ I find I have a rather low key week ahead. I will try and make use of it somehow though if I can. I am keeping up the usual routine as much as I can.

When There Is A New Tune…

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You know what must be done. An instrumental called “Last Best Hope”
Not much hope in the news today though sadly. The news media is now pretty much a continuous horror show with no redeeming elements. Trying to ignore it has not really worked for me too well.

Ernest people with good hearts protest and march and demonstrate and the law is invoked at every level but nothing changes. We may well march to show our anger against oppressive regimes and our empathy for those that suffer but the bombs stil drop and the bullets continue to fly. What should we believe in when there is nothing left to believe in? From the old (predominately rich white) men in suits and even the young ones there is no hint of change nor would it ever seem so.

This month I have been mostly beavering away in my musical cave doing a lot of recording with a few trips out to rehearsals and not much else. The days are getting noticeably a little bit longer now though. It’s got to help a bit you would hope. I have felt a bit post viral for a week or so now, but I am not aware of picking up any bugs. Weird.