First day of Autumn and the temperature drops like clockwork. Even though the change of seasons is somewhat arbitrary, the rise or fall in temperature is consistent...... living a mile high just brings everything closer and seems to make it more defined.
Soggy and saturated by months of rain - summer didn’t happen here.
I’ve come to the end of my year of ‘submitting’ - I really don’t like the way in which that word has become ubiquitous - my songs through TAXI. They forward - or don’t - songs to film/t.v. and so on.
My songs don’t fit the commercial bill and that’s o.k. but I still felt the need to, at least, see whether there’s obvious commercial appeal in what I write. Naturally, it costs to find out.
I’d think that most creative humans want their work to connect with others or there’s no wider point to the endeavour...... whether that’s actually true or just the way I see it, I don’t know.
I’ll play tonight at Blackheath Folk where Wild Man Bru will join me in an acoustic set and then - who knows.
The weight of debt is such that if the economy is relying on me to spend then it ‘ aint goin to happen.’
The rest of this year requires more paid work and real restrictions on movement. That would have been a joke even a year ago but - not much change out of $100 to fill the tank with petrol would give any working person pause for thought.
I can’t afford 200km round trips to play three songs and so I’ll continue to play locally doing much the same thing, to much the same audience of like minded people.
I don’t know what keeps you sane but music helps to keep me focussed and without it .... I’m not sure..... I often feel a bit wobbly but that could just as easily be electromagnetic smog.
Had a day in the mountains with overseas relatives for whom the sun almost shone and the rain kept away. Over lunch and the conversation turns to world affairs and I’m the only one who has a ‘problem’ with the official story of 9/11...... none of them have ever heard of building 7 which didn’t get hit but ‘fell’ anyway - with the curious comment by the beneficiary of the insurance policy that “... the decision was made to pull it.”
Blank looks greet my brief foray into the monstrous fraud of the Central Bank system which has its genesis in the private bank cartels which got their start by funding both sides of a conflict and which - one by one - have replaced the sovereign right of each country to print their own money.
This isn’t about communism or capitalism but about the fraud which finances both.
Again, blank looks. People don’t like to accept the uncomfortable reality that we hang by a thread...... I don’t either.
Edgar Mitchell - walked on the moon and talks freely about UFO’s and it makes no difference to ‘Disclosure.’ Unless you’re interested in the subject, it may as well not exist for all the mainstream press addresses that issue.
Meanwhile a perpetual state of war exists and Syria and Iran are the latest bogey men frightening Israel and the U.S.A. into yet another misadventure where millions die for no reason except profit.
My own eyes would glaze over with ‘too much information - it can’t be right.’ if it weren’t for the hideous fact with which we’re all familiar.
Depleted uranium is commonly used in the manufacture of munitions.
Why would a country send its own troops to breath the dust which then results in deformed babies for both sides of the conflict.
Your country cares about you?
Sorry - it’s not a cheerful post.
Here’s something which made me realise how quickly the background events of one generation are often meaningless to the next.
Forty years ago and my sister loved The Monkees so I got to watch a lot of their t.v. shows and enjoyed them although their musical credibility was suspect.
Walked into the petrol station the other day and ‘I’m a believer.’ is on the radio.
“The Monkees!’ say I.
A pause, a blank look and the friendly young woman eventually says “Shrek.”
She’s never heard of the Monkees and I barely recognise the word ‘Shrek.’
Davy Jones died last night and thus we’ll all hear a bit more of the Monkees and, no doubt, their sales will increase.
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good.”