I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean
Making islands where no island should go
An ocean in a teacup. That’s pretty much the way I feel about this post. How do you fit a million little somethings into one tiny vessel?
I’m not sure why I stopped writing. The enormity of just, I don’t know, everything had me weighted down and shuffling. I had to offload some stuff and, well, some stuff you just can’t unload. But a blog you can. Pretty easily, actually. And it’s strange, because I’ve thought about what this place means to me more in the last 4 weeks then I have in probably all the time it existed.
So anyway, I’m sitting here wondering where the hell I should start, given that the last post I wrote was about the Pope. So I figure, start at the now and touch on the then and grab for the to-be. Grabbing, and embracing, is much better then grappling. Which is generally my state of affairs.
The Is No Plan Here.
I went and saw Death Cab at the Enmore on Monday night. The show followed a weekend of wedding shenanigans in Cairns and to be really honest given the way my body is screaming at me right now it’s probably the last thing I should have done. But like any good gig will do, it energized me more then anything else. That split second as the lights go down, right before the band come out on stage… man, they should learn to bottle that shizzat because it’s good for what ails ya. In the mental sense I mean.
I think I got a little spoiled given the amazing bands that toured at the start of the year. I got to a point where it was all ‘just another gig’ I think. And that’s just silly. Because for as long as I can remember, live music to me = everything. There are other things now to me that = everything, but live music is all wound up and in an out of that.