Locked down with my Ukulele 6

These are strange times and wondering around you see something’s that would not have happened had these times not occurred. I ran out of bread. On the trip to the local shop I found an art installation that someone had started. A snake of pebbles. It would seem that a few others have seen this and carried it on which I assumed was the purpose. On closer examination this seems to have been a project that transcended age groups. Some were meticulously painted with rainbows and careful calligraphy. Others had colours that were over lapping and lettering that displayed a child’s concentration. Others had single words of indeterminate meaning, someones nick name perhaps.

The snake has started to dwell on the side of a square slab of concrete in the middle of a large grassed area near my house. It’s at the base of a basketball hoop. I’m interested in seeing if the engagement by local residence completes the square.

With all the random sizes of pebbles and the mixture of styles there is an abstract type of harmony to it. It seems to indicate a bond between neighbours that as yet cannot meet. It’s uncertain when we can interact in normality. It seems that for quite a while the new normal will be something different.

I’m constantly plugged into music. Whenever I leave the house I’ve got my ear buds in and listening to music on my phone or listening to music on the car radio. Different types of music make up the sound track of my life. Downloaded music is on shuffle so I never really know what will play next. It’s a strange bubble because sometimes what’s going on around falls into the rhythm of what’s happing in my ears. The world can become very sinister at other time its quite comedic.

While looking at the snake an Eagles track played.

After the thrill is gone

“Same dances in the same old shoes, some habits that you just can’t loose, there’s no telling what a man might loose after the thrill has gone. Time passes and you must move on, half the distance take’s you twice as long, so you keep singing for the sake of the song, after the thrill is gone. “

The song was written in 1974 by Glenn Frey and Don Henley, for the album one of these lights. Henley is reported to have joked that “it was a dark time, both politically and musically in America”. He was talking about tension in Washington and the music of the time. The music starting to take off was Disco. As a Rock legend he’s qualified to make that judgement.

The melody and certain lyrics caught me for a moment and I had to stand up and exhale. I was struck by a moment of reality. It’s easy to push things away and although we acknowledge that thinks exist we erect a thin vale to distance ourselves from the real world. How much have we as individuals lost? Emotionally, spiritually and physically. I had a few questionable habits before this started, how much more objectionable have I become.

Months have passed by and some tasks have taken twice as long to get half as much done. We keep on doing things for the sake of doing them or have we re-evaluated what’s truly important.

“What can you do when your dreams come true and its not quite like you planned? “ So have your dreams?

Stay safe.