funny how time flies
So sayeth Tears For Fears. I don't know where to start...
At first this blog was called "a glass hotel" for the Robyn Hitchcock song on Eye. I love that album, as well as much of what he does. I have RH quotes scattered about my mental space like Surrealist fortune cookies, but there is a pretty straightforward line from the song, I try to keep it in mind--"there's nothing in the future and there's nothing in the past/there's only this one moment and you've got to make it last". Of course I have no great hold on any of those temporal zones. I used to spend a lot of time and energy worrying about the future. Now I dwell on the past like it's a mystery to be solved, it sits in my thoughts like shadows in a Giorgio de Chirico painting. It isn't a matter of nostalgia, or glorifying my teenage years, and there's no faceless terror knocking over mason jars in the cellar. I just feel like I've never delved into anything as deeply as I've wanted. Moments, ideas, people, places, my interests--details fade, connections corrode, nothing explored. A puzzle unfinished. Regarding that quote, perhaps there is nothing in the past and future because we carry it all with us into each shifting quantum stew of a moment. I am very happy to say that RH has a new album, Spooked, coming out next month. And if you'll forgive the poeticism, I almost crapped myself when I read that it was recorded with Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings. I just happen to be seeing them on Tuesday. Woohoo!