What an unusual, extraordinary month. By chance and queer circumstance, it proved to be an authentic festival of the early eighties. Now that the floodtide from the past has ebbed away, I’m shaking my head in astonishment.
And to think … that something so wonderful was spawned in an effort to address my little [big] problem and the financial boa constrictor which travels in its wake.
It feels a like a dream. An incursion on the general ordinariness of life from the luminous underground rivers of memory. I imagine it will be the last time I have the chance to revisit the mayhem of my youth in so comprehensive a fashion. Any effort to recapture the particular feeling at the Corner on the gloomy, wet afternoon of The Ears gig would be only to risk disappointment. And to belabour what was expressed in 'Livin' in DogFood' would be sheer pointlessness.
From this point on memories will degrade at a faster rate, people will die more often. The tall figures will withdraw into the mists…
Now I must begin learning lines for my part in Lynne Ellis’s production of Shakespeare’s bloodthirsty Titus Andronicus. And there is my drug-related presentation at the ANEX conference next month. There is a piece I’m preparing for The Last Tuesday Society. There is my monthly confabulation with a philosopher-psychologist. And my secret obsession with a certainAnd my vow not to let music slide away this time. There are the finals. There is my family. And there is, of course, my little [big] problem...
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2 comments:
Any event, or moment in time, positive or negative, is always the result of A CONFLUENCE and life is a constant ebb and flow of these.
Sometimes we get lucky - like being born in 1948, which is a surfing wave of timing -and sometimes we don't.
Life is a series of compromises and concessions.
Immersion in Shakespeare can only be good for the soul. Bon Chance.
Thanks for sharing. Great post
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