I was driving in my car today, on the way to the beach, when a small cluster of thoughts swirled around my head, pushed hither and thither by the blasting air conditioning. It was one of those hot summer arvos when sweat pools in the tiny cave at the base of your back.
I was considering what I write about in these blogs - and why. If there really is no point to something, then why do it. I certainly am one who tries to streamline my life as much as possible in order to have maximum chill time / creative time.
I realise that in the long run - in the bigger picture - that any little personal recordings like this are of such infinitesimally small consequence that they are almost completely futile. However, we all have to do something with our lives - you know - to fill in the time - so as long as an activity like this brings some measure of reward - to myself/and others - then it's not a bad thing.
Then I thought about how I love reading memoirs and autobiographies. I pick up a couple each week from the library and usually finish at least one of them. Not only of major achievers and persons of note - but equally of those who have chosen interesting paths or experienced unique situations. Often the more obscure ones are even more enjoyable. There's something to reading an honest, untrained voice that feels immediately comfortable and accessible.
So, I thought; these notes, these artist recordings - perhaps they are a bit like those. For the reader the relaxed and easy presentation of the inner workings of my mind and psyche may work in a similar way that those books do for me. They don't have to be slick or snazzy - or really even have something momentous occur - it's just pleasurable to inhabit another's headspace sometimes. Just to take a break from your own.
So, yeah, I thought to myself. That's enough of a good reason to keep these small rambles tumbling out. I know how much I like to temporarily inhabit other head spaces for let. I can continue to make the effort and allow at least partial entry into aspects of mine. It's not really mine after all. It's just a particular twist and flavour of the same thing we all experience - this collection of experiences, challenges and small awakenings that jostle and mould us - this funny old thing called life.
In some ways this here is my way of sharing - of giving back. Offering temporary respite to whoever has somehow - by design or happenstance - stumbled upon them.
I was considering what I write about in these blogs - and why. If there really is no point to something, then why do it. I certainly am one who tries to streamline my life as much as possible in order to have maximum chill time / creative time.
I realise that in the long run - in the bigger picture - that any little personal recordings like this are of such infinitesimally small consequence that they are almost completely futile. However, we all have to do something with our lives - you know - to fill in the time - so as long as an activity like this brings some measure of reward - to myself/and others - then it's not a bad thing.
Then I thought about how I love reading memoirs and autobiographies. I pick up a couple each week from the library and usually finish at least one of them. Not only of major achievers and persons of note - but equally of those who have chosen interesting paths or experienced unique situations. Often the more obscure ones are even more enjoyable. There's something to reading an honest, untrained voice that feels immediately comfortable and accessible.
So, I thought; these notes, these artist recordings - perhaps they are a bit like those. For the reader the relaxed and easy presentation of the inner workings of my mind and psyche may work in a similar way that those books do for me. They don't have to be slick or snazzy - or really even have something momentous occur - it's just pleasurable to inhabit another's headspace sometimes. Just to take a break from your own.
So, yeah, I thought to myself. That's enough of a good reason to keep these small rambles tumbling out. I know how much I like to temporarily inhabit other head spaces for let. I can continue to make the effort and allow at least partial entry into aspects of mine. It's not really mine after all. It's just a particular twist and flavour of the same thing we all experience - this collection of experiences, challenges and small awakenings that jostle and mould us - this funny old thing called life.
In some ways this here is my way of sharing - of giving back. Offering temporary respite to whoever has somehow - by design or happenstance - stumbled upon them.
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