Marching around the corner against the wind, I heard the tapping of Mozart’s tune by random fingertips on the black and white keyboard from within the Conservatory building. A little crude, a little flat sounding. I was reminded of the past when presented with the notion of singing that particular song by a teacher, how I formerly sneered and became quite despondent. A little chipped verse of chirped joy displeased me, looking back there to my student days, and to no end. Bottomless black pit era. The music this week, the invisible harmonies came like muses from high into my inner ear filling the hollows and valleys, immediately brought the thought “I’d like to sing that now,” to cross my mind. How times have changed, no better, how I have changed.
The blues is no stranger to me and that I’d like to murmur and chant a swing around tune with such syrupy stanzas is quite an about face rotation. It would be fun, I thought. There’s a word to consider: fun. I’d like to show my soul some light diversion now. “How is the state of your soul?” Do we ask this of each other? Not enough, there’s the reason for all the blogs of the world. So many of them, to the consternation of their shepherds, empty and waiting for the messiah to guest post. Imagine, a select collection of three wise bloggers gathered to pay homage to The Blog.
One of the things I quickly realized, having written a guide book, is that history is incredibly malleable and I did not want to spend time writing travel articles such as “Top Ten Monet Destinations” or “The Best Three Jacked Up Ways to Flirt over a Coffee in Paris.” Already you can tell by my fictive titles that I’d never hold it together to assemble the real write up (just block out a few extraneous words and you’ll come to the verity of the matter, so earnest, so mundane). I managed, though, to somewhat toe the line for Access Magazine. They requested an article about Gouda’s Candle Evening 2013, and I must say it came out beautifully with Vinita’s photographs.
Part of the process now with the countdown to the new book is the changing of the guard. I don’t have to sell myself as a walking guide to Gouda, no, I’m more moving into fiction, prose and poetry. Allowing myself to go further down that rocky, potholed path. This blog will slowly change habits. To quote Oscar Wilde:
“The real events of Coleridge’s life are not his gig excursions and his walking tours; they are his thoughts, dreams and passions, his moments of creative impulse, their source and secret, his mood merely but the music and the melancholy that they brought him.”
To illustrate this astute observation, I’ve started a Facebook page called “A Little Grey Matter” which is a flash inspiration site, what passes before my eyes and how I react to a topic; a little buzz at a note of joy out of the blue, n’est-ce pas?