The flâneur has long held my interest, and I am a good one myself, but we can't be spectators all our lives. Innocent, anonymous faces, city strollers, taking in the faces of strangers who are part of the scene, in this picture, the man in the middle as life goes on around him. Usually armed with a camera, we snap as we go, forming opinions and juggling thoughts and ideas. I am lucky, I get a chance to exercise those thoughts and ideas through my job but I am now about to try and emulate those who record them through lyrics and poems and writing because I am coming to a new phase in my writing life. But first, next week I am off to see my Dad, Andrew, and my nephew, Andrew, and I am looking forward to the three generations of Andrews together, though I am taking Dan and Arron being there too will not diminish the experience. And talking of experience, I never knew what a graphical score was, until now, and actually I am not sure why I would bother looking at this as I listen to some great music. I guess some might, too much flâneurie involved for me, too much time wasted, but that's just me, I guess:
