According to “the paperwork”, yours truly is set to retire in 2022. The spate of untimely exits recently has got me thinking that one might not (feasibly) make it to that. And, would that necessarily be a bad thing? It’s true that when you’re in the thick of something then it’s difficult to see the wood for the bloody big trees. This can manifest itself as someone you expect to be around forever "shooting the craw". Somebody who has been part of your life practically daily or at the very least has positively enhanced your existence when you do have contact.
Things can happen. Stuff outwith any modicum of control. Anything. Often stupid things, but then again those are the things that fester most. Of couse there's always the other side. What about privacy, what about giving people space to function? It's a difficult one and like Larry (David) says? What exactly is the cut off point for calling people at home?? Anyways, I digress - as someone of my late years is prone to do. These thoughts of mortality have got me to thinking that I’d like to be in touch with people more. Where the time is gonna come from to take care of this desire is another thing entirely but the spirit is most definitely willing.
Maybe it’s something to do with being another year older but I’m definitely dwelling on the fact that I’m running outta time and it’s not entirely pleasant. Bridges require building or in some quarters, at the very least some maintenance - and I’m not sure where to start. Help me out, I’m repenting in relative leisure here.
Have you been in any Virgin or HMV stores recently? Whoa Nelly! That awful bumming “in-store” V radio station blasting out intolerable shite and in HMV, the same but I’m not sure it’s a “radio” format. I’m too old and it was definitely too loud. If you’re going to a record store, go to one where the staff pick the music. At least then it has a human edge. Anyway, I wanted to score some Sopranos on DVD but even in the sale they were too expensive. You can get them £15 a piece cheaper on Amazon, that’s all I’m saying. Plus you don’t have to deal with the scumhordes.
During yesterday’s schlepp to Edinburgh, we saw the movie BAD SANTA. Haven’t seen many films this year but figured that it was there and so were there, so... It doesn’t live up to its press (what does? – apart from here of course - ha flippin' ha) but it’s a reasonable enough diversion. Billy Bob Thornton’s Santa isn’t so much obnoxious as a whiner but there is some superlative cussing and politically incorrect dialogue. Tony Cox steals the whole show and I guess it was John Ritter’s last hurrah before he shuffled offa this mortal coil. Which I guess brings us neatly to where we began with all this.
To end on a slightly upbeat note, there’s a cool Christmas song by a band called Bunnygrunt in the closing credits also. I love a good Christmas tune but I’m not keen on the season to be jolly. Hoo ‘boot yersel’?
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......(and, let's face it, Mary Ellen unwrapped pretty good!).......
Wow, just hold that thought for a second.
Best sign I ever spied was on a McDonald's in New Orleans: "Wes Under New Mangement" ... Sez it all really ... Joss
Funny that: while Lindsay wants to get in touch with more people as a cure for the blues, I have just spend two days hikin' out in the woods in a attempt to avoid my fellow human beanz. What's that line in the old Devil Dogs song?, "it's not that I don't like people, but I feel better when they're not around". Sure, there are exceptions, but in general this holds pretty much true for myself as well. Been in a rather nasty mood ever since returning from Paris, nothing to do with that trip mind you, but what with the passing of Shaw, Peel & Godin, the re-election of George W. (tho' maybe it's best that the captain responsible for the sinkin' of the ship stays aboard the vessel until the end), and over here the killing of filmmaker Theo van Gogh by some religious extremist creep. The political implications of both will probably see a return to the darkest of ages where fear and media overload will dictate the general P.O.V. for a long time to come. But instead of seekin' refuge in the company of others I prefer the silence of the great outdoors; opinions are a dime a dozen these days, and the thin line between honest reporting and the need to sell advertorial space has long been erased, not to mention the hidden agendas at work, so why bother to deal with it all?. Early last morning I was sittin' on a hilltop enjoyin' some rather spectecular views with nothing but the wind as company and "civilization" only in sight at some faraway distance and I realized that it will probably take long time before I shake these Jim Gordon Blues...
Oh J, I meant people - my people - not just any old people. God forbid. My rep as District Curmudgeon wouldn't last a minute...
Thank goodness for that, just for a minute I had this vision of you walking down the street singing "reach out and touch somebodies hand" and shaking hands with complete strangers...
Hi there y'all!
Here's BB from Suzy & Los Quattro.
Great post Lindsay. I've always looked at life as something we'll all have to deal with alone in the end. That's a scary thought sometimes!
But the truth is modern life builds a barrier between you and the world, and I don't mean strangers walkin down the street, I mean friends and family. We're too busy to interact with them all we wanted, and when we're not busy, we're too tired!
I made a decission to try and escape from this bucle by commiting myself to what I really wanted in life: make music, be surrounded by it. And in the end I found out it made no difference. I think society is making us become distant, and I don't like it like this, that's why I always strive to "grow" relationships and give them the priority they deserve, but most of the times I fail miserabily because I'm too busy.
To be continued...
Yeah, the no time, too tired thing certainly has got me of late. Since my "relocation" of work - even something as simple as a trip to the post office has grown into a logistical nightmare. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and mine amount to a 6 lane highway at the minute. I guess I'll have to run with how it plays out too. I just feel like I used to be more in control of it all...
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