A slightly NYE-related waxing reminiscence through the past of where I am, where home is, and what could be.
An absurdist juxtaposition; excuse the imposition.
Containing:
- Harold Pinter reading Beckett's "The Unnamable"
- John Coltrane's "My Favorite Things"
- Billie Whitelaw performing Beckett's "Not I"
Some relaxed ruminations on Christmas Eve about travel, the evolution of my perception of the holiday, and the excursionary natures of family.
Don't try to follow how I got from one train of thought to the other, just sit back in the bar car and enjoy the ride.
Okay! It starts with a song and ends with THE song, but there's a whole heaping crapload of non-music content in this one - I promise!
An inconceivable ramble on how a comparison of David Bowie to Lady Gaga set me off for the night. Why I oughta...!!!
Some talk of the next couple of weeks in my life which either evolve (or devolve) into a ramble about artistic choices in the inclusion (or exclusion) of what is (or what is not) there.
You were saved another invective-laced political rant by a poetical happenstance: be happy!
Well, if anyone was looking for the counter-balance to my holiday-themed escapade last time, this is it. My only smile was in choosing the song to put at the end.