Something About The Blues

You know how people say, "Life is like a blahh blahh blaahh blahhh bladebladeblah..." Well, I try to refrain from talk like that as much as I can, mostly for aesthetic reasons, and also so as to not sound like a pretentious prick. But then people who think about sounding like a pretentious prick mostly always are pretentious pricks anyway, and they are just afraid of other people noticing... oh well...

Life is like the blues. It's a quicky and it's a slow swing. It's about love but mostly about love lost. It's about tragedy and sadness, and at the same time, it's about the triumph of the soul.

Life is like the blues. Mostly up, and mostly down. Simple and yet so very intricate. Life is consumed in the smokey basement jazz rooms with scotch on ice and a woman on your arm. Life is a long meditation, a contemplation of things beyond understanding, but audible in the slow soft backbeats on the snare, and that understated double kick, just reminding you every once in a while, to breath. And all the time, the cymbals keep in time, pushing and pushing and pushing this beat to the next and the next, just like time itself.

Life is that fleeting thought on the piano, those notes running away on the guitar. A sad note held, only to be broken by an orgasmic shrill of the sax.  Things so difficult to express. Concepts like love, life, betrayal and happiness, so easily communicated in those notes. Everything you need to know about life is right there, in between those keys and frets. All you have to do is listen.

Keep on writing.. never stop writing.... ladedadedadedaa

It seems that with the saturation of the internet, spaces like this one have become near to obsolete... like an old shoddy desktop computer that you bought ten years ago and even though you now have a fancy iMac, you still keep that desktop computer up in a cupboard somewhere to watch it's slide into oblivion. Yes I know what you're thinking... that analogy turned very dark very quickly... well it's just one of those days I guess.. deal with it.

While we are on the subject though, I've been thinking a lot about this sort of past translating into present kind of thing. I guess I'm in the the phase of my life where I have to figure out what comes next... but the 'next' bit is the rest of my life... which makes it a little more interesting to think about. So I look back at what was before, and as one would like, try to find a progressing trend of things that would hint towards the future.

So there's what I study, which is kinda boring... then there's the fun stuff like writing this stuff, which wouldn't really pay much... so what's left? It doesn't really help that the entire professional world seems to flip with every whimsical trend. Yesterday it was "Lawyer, Doctor, Engineer". Today it is "Businessman, IT guy, Consultant". I know you can say that one mustn't get swept with the trends and one must find salvation within and be content with that self reflection, but NO! I want to be influenced. Also! What's wrong with old school? What's wrong with using a typewriter or a record player or a film camera. They are simple, mechanical and intuitive! Not like this devil's box of a contraption that is my laptop! How can anyone ever be bothered to look into it... the screws are sooo tiny! and even when I do open it up it makes no sense to me whatsoever!!! Damn you fancy fucking smartphones and all this voodoo wirelessness! Seriously what the fuck is our obsession with technology! There are no fucking answers in the silicone bumps... just fucking confusion and misery... well for some atleast... well ok maybe just for me... meh...

Aah I digress.. we were at the what's left part. That's where I'm stuck. Oh well.. maybe this summer of contemplation will have some answers..