#things
The rhythm of things
I have been trying to get back into some sort of rhythm. I would have liked it to be the hot, swinging and vivacious pulse of count Basie - or if that wasn't possible the upbeat desperation of bebop - the wild, liberating descend of trash metal - the heavenly flight of soul music - the sweaty intimacy of disco - the cool pretence of hip hop. Anything that would drive me on - allegro... maybe faster.
But things happen around you. The people who are close to you move into troubles, sometimes calamity, sometimes death. They are the ones that colour your beat. Thankfully, I suppose.
So my life these days is slowly drifting down a mighty river of unconditional love; and sorrow.
I am in the andante, sometimes largo of late classical music. Every morning since the summer I have woken in the morning with a Debussy melody line in my head.