Singing the blues; saying goodbye

I’m getting rid of things. If I don’t use it, or don’t need it, I am saying goodbye. It’s a goal and rule I am trying very hard to implement.

learn to play

In today’s objects of no desire, is my old picture guitar chord book. I have had this for over 30 years. I’ve kept it primarily for nostalgic reasons, I haven’t learnt a new guitar chord for many a year.

I taught myself to play guitar using this book. I followed the pictures and learnt the shapes and the chords. I was about 12 or 13 at the time. Along with learning the shapes I was allowed to play along with another guitar chap at the local church youth group. I will always be grateful to Roy T, for the help, encouragement and advice he gave me. Who’d have thought folk xian choruses from the late 70s would come in useful.

The book has no use and I don’t need it, so it’s off to the charity shop. I hope someone will find it, buy it and learn to play. I believe we need more music in the world.

I don’t need the book, but hopefully someone else will. It’s time to share the music.

 

The Return of A Thin White Duke

I’m at a local pub, with a friend, a good friend. We’re watching a tribute band, a Bowie tribute band – everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy.

The Bowie Experience

They are quite good, certainly very competent musicians, and also a good Bowie, even if the vocals do stray very slightly toward Lou Reed – perhaps that’s the day job.

‘We can be heroes, just for one day’ or until the set ends. ‘There was an old-fashioned band of married men (and a female bass player) looking up to me for encouragement’ – everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy.

I keep tribute bands, and cover bands, in the same box as karaoke. The sort of thing I just don’t do, or appreciate. I may reassess that in light of this evening. I have a good time.

This must be Thursday…

‘I never could get the hang of Thursdays.’

I have to admit I often feel the same way about the day dedicated to the Norse God of Thunder. Of course, Arthur Dent was going through a few life-changing events when he uttered those words. We could get all philosophical and discuss that every moment of existence is life-changing but perhaps I’ll leave that to another post.

Simple life

My life continues to change and it seems every day brings some new challenge or milestone. I am still unsure where I am heading and what I will be doing. However, this has helped me to feel a lot more content with what I have and where I am. 

Although not necessarily a Thursday, this day was quite an adventure for St Francis of Assisi who died today 787 years ago, on 3rd October 1226. His devotion to the simple life and poverty, along with many of the other monastic orders, is quite inspiring. It is such a pity that, as with many organisations, adherence to their rules waned with time.

Poetry and creativity

Today is also, so I’m informed, National Poetry Day. In honour I wrote my own little piece and have posted it on my creative journal

My time has been very creative recently, spending time on a creative challenge to write, record and share a collection of songs written on the ukulele. The challenge hasn’t been a complete success as I missed my deadline, but I am very happy with what I have so far. And I will be sharing what I have done soon.

Thursdays: perhaps not so bad

Despite being awake before 5 am and unable to get to sleep for a while. Despite the rain pouring outside. Despite not knowing the road I want to travel. Things are good. I am content.