neil's monday
warm day n sun
so the holy days of spring
begin
children can play outside
we clean and tidy
preparing for a trip on the morrow
through the countryside
heading south
through hills
to the coast
n the wife's forefathers
traditionally
this time of year fills me with
a morbid dread
i see the future
the next few months
n overwhelming fear fills me
end of year celebrations
become a chore
attending to people
wearying and dreary
i seek refuge and discipline
merely to survive
it is hard to welcome that which
slays your sense of self
of equilibrium
of a universe which makes sense
at least now
i am relieved of the need
to write endless reports
on the lives of children
now i can write endlessly about myself . . .
as i write this
i listen to youtube crosby stills nash n young
i love this music
on saturday night we have a killer show in oz
called rockwiz
anyway
two local fairly b grade musos
sang neil young's comes a time
and so the obsession
awakens again
discovering new artists
going deeper into ones i know
rediscovering albums which i had forgotten
at the moment
it seems like honesty
really matters
a sort of musical honesty
a rawness of conveyed emotion
nick drake
neil young as stated
some of the early post-beatles george harrison
even northern soul stuff
loads of old music really
perhaps trying to find a way forward for my self
the endless search for a musical context
i am reading more too actually
bits and pieces
but more of that tomorrow
cos this blog
is stopping here
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