Notes from a lazy Sunday afternoon

Musings

Yesterday was a strangely mixed day. A video conference and a test collaborative music session online where we recorded from 4 different locations live together and got a very decent result that sounded much like it would if we had all been playing in the same room.  That’s something that has really been an eye opener for me in many ways as I feel we have a long way to go before we can fully escape our current lock-down days. So a good start to the day. Unfortunately, my back had other plans so whilst it started well, I Had a lot of pain and ended up watching a lot of YouTube and i Player stuff.

Today was a walk in the woods, well riverbank and very uplifting. I needed that I must admit. Fortunately, there is plenty of space to enjoy nearby. In the last 4 days I had got a bit despondent and not been out and was frankly sinking a bit. The news never gets any better either.  My last proper studio recording was on Tuesday and since then I had been struggling a lot.  A lot of background static in my mind has been playing out. The sort of stuff that its often difficult to discuss with anyone to be honest. 

 

The young pigeon

Musings

A very young and newly minted pigeon on the window sill. this morning.

It flew over to the railings on the balcony and walked up and down a bit then it decided just lie back and sit on the window ledge again but however When It flew back it collided with the window at a fare rate of knots. It didn’t stun itself but it looked distinctly pissed off and eyed me up through the window again with a very familiar look as if it knew me from somewhere. I quickly pulled the blind down to discourage it from flying into the window again and it took off in the correct direction.

Pigeons we get in Great Denham do seem a bit healthier looking than the London ones which unfortunately seem to have everything from feet missing to strange lumps.

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I wonder if when we eventually get back to a real opening up in a year or so there might be more not for profit just for the craic spontaneous musical happenings of various sorts. Will people perhaps celebrate the fact that they have weathered the storm. A summer of peace and unwise sexual liaisons?