This might be my last Folon for the week - who can tell, fickle is as fickle does. But yesterday was a day of pondering and thinking and working and I framed this picture too which is now nicely sitting on my wall, facing me as I write - doesn't it have such a haughty look in its eye, beak stuck in the air. But I post it for its upliftings, for the way it lifts the spirits when energy flags. And I think the same about this music clip - from the fantastic Jeff Beck. The whole rhythm of this piece is just right for me - and the playing is sublime, of course and this was representative of us on Saturday night at my lovely friend Kate's fiftieth birthday party in London, all of us friends for most of our adult lives, sharing music and books and walking and talking and beer, lots of beer and now contemplating children flying to University - I will even be teaching one such child next year. And all of us were smiling and happy and dressed in the colours of this bird and laughing and holding nostalgia at bay as we lived in the absolute present. And this track played on the stereo on the long drive back home - no one does it better.
This might be my last Folon for the week - who can tell, fickle is as fickle does. But yesterday was a day of pondering and thinking and working and I framed this picture too which is now nicely sitting on my wall, facing me as I write - doesn't it have such a haughty look in its eye, beak stuck in the air. But I post it for its upliftings, for the way it lifts the spirits when energy flags. And I think the same about this music clip - from the fantastic Jeff Beck. The whole rhythm of this piece is just right for me - and the playing is sublime, of course and this was representative of us on Saturday night at my lovely friend Kate's fiftieth birthday party in London, all of us friends for most of our adult lives, sharing music and books and walking and talking and beer, lots of beer and now contemplating children flying to University - I will even be teaching one such child next year. And all of us were smiling and happy and dressed in the colours of this bird and laughing and holding nostalgia at bay as we lived in the absolute present. And this track played on the stereo on the long drive back home - no one does it better.
