Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Don't Stop 'til We Get to Greenock

Part of me would love to have an uber cynical blog that frowned and scowled at everything possible, but the true fact is that would be boring. So in true end of year fashion this is my top songs of 2011... stick them on a playlist while I bore you....
The War On Drugs - Baby Missiles
The Low Anthem - Boeing 737
Micah P Hinson - Stuck On A Job
Bon Iver - Holoceone
... Girls - Just A Song
Kurt Vile - Jesus Fever
Low - Somethings Turning Over
The Decemberists - Rise To Me
Tom Waits - Back In The Crowd
Iron And Wine - Tree By The River
Youth Lagoon - Cannons
 It never rains but it pours. Hmm, shite phrase and 100% not true. However, one thing I noticed recently is that the worst thing about getting caught out in the rain is actually getting home (or getting to wherever your heading). Walking in the rain is actually pretty enjoyable, the worst part is arriving home and having to then deal with the soaking clothes which are stuck to you. There is, of course, no way to combat this unless you walk until the rain has stopped and you have suitably dried - but that's just not practical! Why am I talking about walking in the rain? Fuck knows, I don't really have a point. It's just something I noticed the other day when puddle hopping. I upped the pace to get home, only then to realise that the worst part was ahead of me. I should have embraced the rain and tried to enjoy the walking part.

So, I ask questions.. that's what I do. I ask, and I ask, and I ask. Until there's nothing else to ask. Maybe I ask and analyse until the Nth degree or maybe beyond that. What is beyond that? The Oth degree? Where did the Nth part come from?? Anyway, I like to ask questions and I've realised lately that answers are pretty unfulfilling. Even the most concise of answers is pretty bad, it draws a line under something. It's over. If there's room for another question, I like to ask it; much to the annoyance of people round about me. So anyway, not sure where I was going with that... Yes... Time and Space. Shit! That's some questionable stuff.
If something is a week away, and I'm focused on it, my way of defining how quickly it will come is to look back a week and relate the time elapsed to how quickly it will come. Maybe everyone does that? I don't really believe in regimented time - I'm not much of a modernist. I've got a couple of songs written about this sort of thing, maybe they don't make sense but it makes sense to me. Yeah it makes sense and it's a great way for proverbially wishing your life away! A great and fun task for anyone to get involved in.

Now go splash in those puddles and don't worry about getting home! It'll happen when it happens!