I hope today finds you safe and well.
It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world for sure.
In these crazy times, a safe place is beginning to feature
more than ever.
What on earth is going on ???
The radio is barking apocalytic threats
if we vote the wrong way in Europe;
French police are being murdered,
innocent young people are being massacred in America.
Whole countries being raised to the ground by warmongers.
Is it me ? Or are things spiralling ?
Thinking thinking thinking….
In the light of all these sad and dreadful events,
I feel almost fickle carrying on with my daily chores,
getting set for a big Open Day celebration here,
blogging about art.
But that’s my duty – that’s my job.
I always wonder how DJs do it. The news reader will deliver some horrendous news which rips your heart out;
then the DJ comes back in and carries on chirping away
as if nothing has happened.
But I guess that’s the DJ’s job, isn’t it?
To entertain, keep the country upbeat;
not give his opinions or rant, or let slip his political affiliation.
I’m no Radio DJ, but I understand them.
I really do.
While we were in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago,
we walked for miles along the water’s edge,
from the Ferry Terminal, along the Embarcadero,
past Pier 39 and the loud Sealions
past the Golden Gate Bridge,
and on through the Marina
and right to the Palace of Fine Arts.
But with a visit to the Ghirardelli Factory
for a well-deserved ice-cream!
It’s a fair old hike, but the sun was shining
the kids were with us,
and we walked and talked
and walked and talked for 10 miles.
There was a musician on the Embarcadero.
From a distance, it sounded like a full-blown rock band!
But when we got closer, there he was:
The Lone Sound Ranger.
But oh boy! Did he pack a punch!!
It was fascinating to check out where all his various instruments were hidden.
And what a backdrop! The Bay.
It made me think.
I wonder how he got to this point in his life.
When did he decide to attach a keyboard to a guitar?
And then the bass guitar to the acoustic guitar?
Wouldn’t it be interesting to discover what started this young man off down such a crazy busking road?
I mean, you don’t grow up as a kid dreaming that one day you’re going to haul a drum kit and a major music rig along the Embarcadero, do you! And there were buskers everywhere!
What better place than a sunny,
warm happy stretch of seaside street, with loads of tourists?
I suppose that’s it though.
How many of us actually end up living the dream we had?
Me? No, not really.
I dreamt of being a fashion designer.
Still, I suppose I’m not a million miles away;
got the design part down!
How about you?
What was your dream? Did you get there?
They say you move towards what you picture in your mind…
And on the note (forgive the pun)
I will leave you with another busker…
this guy wheels his piano onto the pier every day.
As I said,
it’s a mad, mad world,
but so often in a wonderful, quirky mad way.
Time to get back to work
Love and hugs