Dunkirk. While people freak out about viruses and culture wars, others struggle for even the basic necessities of life. If you all you have to worry about is whether your neighbours's vaccinated, be glad you're not living in a tent in late November. Be glad you don't have to risk your life on a dinghy boat to cross the channel.

This evening I've (re-)watched "Yesterday" (I'd first seen it when it first came out in the cinemas). It's so good ! One of my favourite films 🙂

Je suis tres friand du #blackfriday, je fais des affaires de fou.
J'obtiens des rabais de dingue de l'ordre de 100% ... je n'achete rien !
#boycottblackfriday

Of course I want for someone to fix me,
in the way I wish to walk on the moon,
or run wild and naked through the forest;
I know a power fantasy when I see one,
I know the blood in me calls for something
that it wants answered
by taking me to a world where it is not I that is wrong,
where everything is still, untamed, and
beautiful.

I just want you guys to know that the multiple *years* I've had my music on Spotify and iTunes have still made me less money than the first two weeks of the same albums on Bandcamp.

Please support artists directly if you can.

Today I went to London. My regular reminder that I really do not want to live in a larger town. The place is so desolate.

When I started music, I was scared of instruments that didn't have defined notes. I wanted the instrument to play the right note, because I didn't know what the right note was.

Now thinking of a chromatic (let alone diatonic) instrument makes me wonder: what's the point ?

Not because I've become good at judging by ear, but because I don't believe in fixed notes anymore. If you want fixed notes at a fixed frequency, and a strictly fixed tempo - well we've got computers for that.

Today the sun is shining. The grass is covered in golden leaves, and when the wind blows they run together across the field. And as I stand beneath a tree, suddenly a gust of wind brings down a shower of gold onto me. As I look up I see the leaves spinning, and once every revolution they reflect the bright sunlight, becoming shining jewels for a moment.

I know then that no words, painting, photo or even memory will ever match that experience. All we have are moments of beauty.

Ah, well that wasn't very representative - still interesting 🙂 Thanks to the five people who answered 🙂

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A music poll for people who play/compose music !

How much do you use notes outside the chromatic scale ?

Here "bend" means a sound that starts/ends on the chromatic scale, but bends away/towards it to a note that isn't chromatic.

If you use bends and notes outside the chromatic scale, choose "use notes outside the chromatic scale".

My terminology is probably not correct, but I'm sure people will know what I mean 😄

Please share this poll !

There is very little wind today, and the woods are so quiet. I stop and listen, a few quiet birds in the distance, then silence. Maybe a bit later a few leaves rustle in a nearby tree for no obvious reason, and a plane passes overhead. Then silence again, deep meditative silence.I do not know of a deeper calm than this.

A music poll for people who play/compose music !

How much do you use notes outside the chromatic scale ?

Here "bend" means a sound that starts/ends on the chromatic scale, but bends away/towards it to a note that isn't chromatic.

If you use bends and notes outside the chromatic scale, choose "use notes outside the chromatic scale".

My terminology is probably not correct, but I'm sure people will know what I mean 😄

Please share this poll !

Tonight I worked on my music project and played some guitar. It is the first time in months where I've just felt good, with no lingering anxiety or pain.

Thanks universe, trees, sun, clouds and all the things - I am grateful 🙂

Prendre la route tard le soir
Pour t'imprimer une étiquette
Postale. Que reste-t-il de ces dix ans
Passés ?

Depuis le week-end dernier, mon esprit porte ses couleurs tel un étendard, et je crains la tempête qui agite ce fanion en tous sens, et je bénis les bourrasques qui le déplient bien haut.

She coiled, carefully, lest it besprung
a brace of verse and bottled it tight
with a good cork because
the words have to breathe.

They waited as I rode,
waited as I worked and then,
rerode betwixt scudding night-clouds.

Then I pressed Play and unexpectedly :-
it leaped out!
pounce #poetry
surprised me good and proper.

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