Time for an ole tune ...

Covid days. Synonymous with utter boredom and not having a clue what to do from one moment to the next. Has your life become as unedited as a bag of loose pages thrown on a skip!?

Welcome to the jungle!

Well, to pass the spare time bequeathed to moi, of which there is plenty, I've been up in the attic playing more uke and writing bits and pieces of new songs and bringing back those that got away in the past - to beat an idea for a stage musical into shape.

Straight up!

I suppose it could be a uke musical as all the songs are written on the self-same flea but I'd like to think that it could be a bigger extravaganza than just ukes - I mean brass, strings, wood, kettledrums, xylophones and crazy maestros, high-end theatrical effects, explosions, laser lights, troughs of greasepaint, dancing horses, chorus lines, unicorns doing dressage, trapeze artists, the leading roles played by, say, Ryan Gos ...

Ooops, I get carried away on Covid days.

Anyway, here's a bit from Daisy, one of the songs from the show, working title The Aviator!

Stay safe fellow Covidians! :)

More soon ...

... and when yer not near to me Daisy!

Salutary Reminder!

Wrote this at the start of all this ... and yeah ... still think the same way .... stay safe ... but know what piece you really are in the jigsaw!

Yeah, blogness doesn't really have much point at the moment, folks. Nothin' new to add. Everyone has already told everyone else to stay safe, to wash their hands, to remain indoors, to love from a distance, to let on virtual intimacy has meaning, to claim loneliness is a moral duty ... and it is in theory ... so I'll run with it so.

But a thought. I never put myself in the mind of someone whose time was at a premium before, whose essence, so crucial and defining, is nearly out of charge. Yet, now, we have this ugly thing hurrying things along!

Leaving us with thousands of people, people like you or I, with minds as bright or brighter as yours and mine, with bigger ideas and dreams too, thinking - worse - knowing, that, for them, there really is no tomorrow!

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So, this might thing be a collective nudge to all of us to be more sensitive to and grateful for the time that we have, that each one of us individually has, and the circumstances and inevitabilities that will take that time away in the end.

A late night thought in straitened times, brought about by a scourge of a virus.

So that in mind, stay safe, clear the airways that allow the hopes and the dreams to freely flow, and godammit wash yer hands!

More soon ...

Yeah, Godwits ... all!