“It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.” ~ Samuel Beckett
“At any given moment in our lives, there are certain things that could have happened but didn’t. The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything.~ Paulo Coelho
“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.” ~ Douglas Adams
“A tiny change today brings a dramatically different tomorrow.”~ Richard Bach
This seems to be another of those 2019 mornings when I could simply surf videos and articles about scandal and tyranny . . . well, all day long. That’s what I am saying: all day long. But I ain’t going there. I think it was seeing the photo of Kid Rock posing on the Mar a Lago golf links, standing alongside Trump, and the Kid is wearing American Flag pants. A lot could be said about that. But all I will say is that somebody looks pretty darned stupid. And there may more than . . . let’s leave that alone. I don’t want to get riled today. It is Sunday, after all. Shortly after I woke up this morning I could suddenly hear quite clearly the coyote chorus rising up from the sage. Now, that last sentence was pretty clunky, if you ask me. I can do better. But this underscores one of the reasons I write blog posts most every day: practice, practice, practice. I don’t need to go back and rewrite the sentence because all I really need to do is to read it and go “Oh, dear. Did I really write that?!”. Anyway, moving forward, between waking and this here current moment, I got lost in some Youtube videos, and ended up watching Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, live at the Fillmore, in 1974: the song, “Almost Cut My Hair”. The performance? Mind blowingly impeccable and compelling. It is much too easy to forget the levels of intensity that musicians were cranking out back then. Me thinks it might be a good idea to cultivate a habit of watching some old videos on occasion. I think this is . . . no, I know it is . . . why I get a feeling like nostalgia when I listen to modern pop music. It is not authentic nostalgia because there is no undertone of melancholy to it. All I can say, to those of you who are my temporally challenged contemporaries, is that besides Taylor Swift, this gull durned modern music ain’t even in the same ballpark as that old stuff. Yeh, I’m a big Taylor Swift fan. I don’t consider this to be a guilty pleasure, although I used to feel that way about the woman and her music. I think she is brilliant, that’s all. And I’ve invited her to lunch, burgers and beer, several times in this blog. I don’t know what I would do if she actually accepted my invitation, but it is burrowed deep within a blog that has very few readers, so the chances of having to face that are slim to none. I talking a nano-% of probability. I’m safe. But, nonetheless, Taylor, my dear, the offer still stands. And on that note, my good readers, I shall mosey along into a safe Sunday morning, with the haunting music from CSN&Y jamming back in the subliminal soundtrack of my mind.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.