A very blue early campervan morning. The light tinged in blue, the sky indifferent shades of blue and grey. There’s a lot of blue about. Overnight rain leaving its mark, moisture dripping from the Oak, pipes and gutters running with residue. The breeze sends showers down onto the grass. A wee chill just catching the fingers, kept at bay with the help of a warm coffee cup, but it remains, all things considered, warm as we approach November. The Oak and Ash still resplendent in green plumage, though with just a tinge of yellow and brown at the extremities. Other trees already dropping onto roadways and byways. Relatively quiet, the feintest of far off drones, though the airports overhead are busy. Birdcalls, too late for the Tawny Owl, but we have Crow and a couple of Robins, Sparrows interspersed with falling droplets. A Saturday feeling to the day. Though I feel somewhat fortunate that these days I don’t have to wait till Saturday to get that kind of feeling anymore. I no longer need to edge my way through the week, sometimes longing for the break that is the weekend. One of my first jobs in the 80’s was working just off Fleet Street, the then newsprint capital of the UK, in central London, a busier, hive of activity you would struggle to see, thriving, heaving with traffic and people, crowded pavement, shops thronged with workers, smoke filled bars and cafes. I occasionally had to work weekends and the difference was incredible. Few people, sparse traffic, all the shops, cafes and pubs closed, quiet pavements, the difference was marked. The yin and yang of working life. The American radio DJ Lou Brutus once said ;
“ Music always sounds better on Friday.”
At that point in my life he was right, it did. The sense of relief and release from the week, the Friday night vinyl, tape, playlist had a tinge of freedom about it. The freedom of choice and the freedom to play. It was beyond the ecstatic.
Prepping for the community drum circle to come, so the head is all percussion, drums, things that go ‘ting’, packing and repacking this morning and very much looking forward to playing and making Saturdays own music. Fridays music does indeed sound better, Saturday and making your own takes it to another level. Lovely days people.
“ When you play, never mind who listens to you”. Robert Schumann.
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