.....it's not been as long as i thought

honestly i thought it had been a lot longer since i blogged. i was going to be all apologetic but have decided not to be. it's been a month, but, to be honest, the month must have flown over because the things i last blogged about only seem like yesterday. time is strange beast. it continues to march on while we try to hold it back, yet, at other times resolutely refuses to pass us by when we desperately want it to.

ageing is both a wonderful and terrifying thing. you think of the all the things you could have done and all the things you will do. you look at things with a wealth of experience yet continue to contemplate how little you really know. when i was a christian i wasn't afraid of death, and i'm not now really, just a little more conscious of the finality of it. but, you say, at 41 i could easily have the same amount of years again, and you're right... that's part of the wonderful bit. i live a very charmed life and to think i could continue to live this charmed life for another 41 years is wonderful. but what if i only get another year. well, our friend mr dawkins would say i have served my purpose... or my gene's have served their purpose and continue on in jonathan and luke.... but what have i achieved..... well i feel have achieved much that makes me smile so that is good.... so now i will move on from this as this really wasn't the purpose of today's entry... i just got side tracked into this..... obsession with dying.... hmmmm! what would freud say.... must check....

no... the thing that led to me thinking i must blog was a quite simple but beautiful thing. (aside from this i did think that bloody fakebook gets too much of my time and as a consequence my blogging has suffered).

i was restringing my guitar listening to itunes on random and being served up the delights of a diverese range of sounds, bon iver, basement jaxx, mono, imelda may, flock of seagulls..... and thinking of all the people who i have made music with and all the people i know who make music and how diverse the music we make is and i simply wanted to make one probably unremarkable observation.

all the music we make no matter how electronic or electric or acoustic, no matter how digitally recorded or effected all relies (among other things) on the application of fingers on strings, knobs, keys, sticks...... it's a human experience..... it works on the level of the inner being... it's the connection between the external world and the chemicals that make us feel..... you know how you feel when you hear a minor chord or a 7th... the resonance of the particular notes, or combination of notes, provikes a reaction that we seem to have very little control over and it's a reaction that has existed (i imagine) for as long as we have. first of all in the sound of the human voice uttering these notes and now in the way a manipualted sine wave makes us feel......

brilliant!

reading "panic" by jeff abbott (bloody hell actually reading a story book!!)

listening to all sorts but newly downloaded from e-music (great source of music) mono - one step more and you die, and basement jaxx - the singles, oh and the vessels remix album retreat