Happy end of summer, all.
Honestly, it’s crazy stressful at my end. I have a few demanding projects looming at work that are taking up most of my cognitive abilities, which means I’m now frequently walking into walls, forgetting basic motor functions and speaking in a series of squeaks and groans instead of concise sentences. This all said, I’ll get through it. I’m lucky to be working and do enjoy the place I’m at. All will be good.
In the short term, however, a quick observation.
I was with some friends for dinner, over the weekend, discussing our kids' favorite music, and I was struggling to make a point --- one I’m guilty of flogging to death here on this blog -- about how the manner in which music is disseminated, experienced and consumed has changed so radically since we were kids. In the process, I went off on a typically thorny tangent about how most of my favorite music when I was a kid served as not so much the "alternative" to mainstream pop/rock, but the "ANTIDOTE." In doing so, I felt myself getting bug-eyed and angry, and it occurred to me that I probably still assign way too much significance to stuff most people just consider entertainment. So, ... sorry about that.
How many people must I have put off in this manner over the years?
Incidentally, during the course of that same evening, a few photos were snapped that arguably replicated some classic album cover art. This first one is obvious, although I’m ashamed that I got the positioning wrong (the instrument about to be destroyed should be over my left shoulder, not right).
The second one was less obvious. By shouting a series of seemingly random commands, I was hoping I'd inspire my kids (flanked by their pals Charlie & Aidan) to unwittingly replicate the pose from the cover of Destroyer by KISS. Missed it by that much.