epiphany:a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience or a literary work or section of a work presenting, usually symbolically, such a moment of revelation and insight.And then it begins - the first official 55@55 blog post, for the day came and fifty five became real. And it started with a memory of another day in my life when I had a five in my age. When I was fifteen I remember thinking, I wonder what I will dress like when I am middle aged. Back then I was dressed in a way I really liked, Levi 501s, a woolly jumper and desert boots on my feet - for it was winter in Scotland (is there a logic to that - desert boots in winter?). And then this is a picture of me now, still wearing the same boots and jeans and jumper and indeed in the same size too, which only goes to show - I have only changed from the neck up - its an old head on a young body - or is that an old head in young jeans. I didn't play the banjo then. I only took that up aged fifty five - and this is me practicing Foggy Mountain Breakdown (relegated to the winter garden for the purpose) but these guys take the biscuit - I so love this happy, happy music and Earl Scruggs isn't just the best banjo player ever, he has the best name too - but what a band - Albert Lee, Steve Martin (yes him), Marty Stuart on mandolin - I could do the harmonica bit - and I learned to play that when I was fifteen so some things have survived:
epiphany:a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience or a literary work or section of a work presenting, usually symbolically, such a moment of revelation and insight. And then it begins - the first official 55@55 blog post, for the day came and fifty five became real. And it started with a memory of another day in my life when I had a five in my age. When I was fifteen I remember thinking, I wonder what I will dress like when I am middle aged. Back then I was dressed in a way I really liked, Levi 501s, a woolly jumper and desert boots on my feet - for it was winter in Scotland (is there a logic to that - desert boots in winter?). And then this is a picture of me now, still wearing the same boots and jeans and jumper and indeed in the same size too, which only goes to show - I have only changed from the neck up - its an old head on a young body - or is that an old head in young jeans. I didn't play the banjo then. I only took that up aged fifty five - and this is me practicing Foggy Mountain Breakdown (relegated to the winter garden for the purpose) but these guys take the biscuit - I so love this happy, happy music and Earl Scruggs isn't just the best banjo player ever, he has the best name too - but what a band - Albert Lee, Steve Martin (yes him), Marty Stuart on mandolin - I could do the harmonica bit - and I learned to play that when I was fifteen so some things have survived:
