borbach chantry by katharine eastman

Yes it is back to my ultra-minimal things which I am privileged to be the only person on the planet to like. Never mind. At least I am not the only person on the planet who doesn't like this stuff - that would be an even lonelier career-path than the one I have chosen. So yes, the life of a musician is solitary and can seem quite sad to all my wonderful fans who are living such full social rich happy lives. But it suits me during the brief phases when I'm in the mood - e.g. now - and I find it passably "full" and perfectly "happy", so that's not too bad.

If you want solitude then obviously the life of the failed writer is even more alone than that of a failed musician. I failed even worse as a writer than I did (am doing) as a musician. The good thing about being a musician is that you can still do it while drunk, whereas you quickly learn that anything you write while drunk will look absolute gibberish when you come back to it sober. But my favourite solitary career is as a walker - I've done two long walks in two days and this is a day when I am resting, though I don't need any rest, nothing is tired, nothing is aching. In fact all that is aching is my yearning to be out there again and walking off to yet another new horizon.

The photo was taken yesterday in Wiltshire and no it wasn't snowing, that is just a combination of the chalky path and the crap camera. Apologies, I really have nothing to say and shouldn't've started this waffle. But I do like this music and I love that the forecast is good for tomorrow and weeks ahead and that the world is out there for me - I shall be alone, but I shall be with absolutely everyone on the planet - as a solitary walker I feel less alone than as anything else that I have ever failed at.

music today, pic yesterday