Recursive Words

I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room late on Sunday night, listening to Elton John and Brandi Carlile’s album “Who Believes in Angels”. When I first heard it, I wasn’t sure – but then over the days, weeks and months since it’s release, it has grown on me. I love it when music does that – when it takes a few listens.

I heard Bernie talking about Laura Nyro during an interview a while ago. Or at least I think it was Bernie, and not Elton. Back when they were scratching around trying to write their first songs, they became obsessed with her body of work – searching for her albums in second-hand record stores. While flipping through vinyl albums in HMV a few weeks ago, I smiled when I discovered several of her albums hiding among the others.

I wonder if future generations will experience albums in the same way that I (we) have? Or if albums will continue to exist at all. Everything seems to be so short, immediate, and recycled these days. There’s something about being a taken on a journey. I think so, anyway.

In other news, life stomped on me once again this week. I looked around this evening, and somehow four days had whistled past since the last blog post. The world keeps doing that. It’s frustrating.

It’s a bank holiday here tomorrow. A day off. I then have two days work, followed by a trip to to a hotel for a couple of days – a conference with work. I might end up talking – presenting – we’ll see.

Carole King is singing “You’ve got a friend”. Love this song.

I suppose I should tell the story of the night before last. Friday night. While tinkering with a system I installed on the internet some time ago – that over a thousand people had been using – I clicked an “update” button without really thinking, and OF COURSE it blew to pieces. Like, properly to pieces. The internet equivalent of flaming wreckage. I ended up staying up until 3:30am putting it back together, and then spent much of the next day tidying up the remnants.

I really am my own worst enemy sometimes.

In other news, when did the clock tick past midnight again?