Okay, so…hello and good morning. It’s Thursday again, and I’m not flagrantly ill*, so that must mean that it’s time for another blog post. Huzzah!
It’s hard to think of much that’s new with me since last Thursday. I did get one very nice comment on this blog about my song, Like and Share, and of course, family and friends on Facebook and elsewhere had some very kind words about it. Since then, regarding music: I’ve been practicing regularly, and I’m working on two projects, neither of which is as “serious” as Like and Share was. First, I’m working on recording a “bad cover” of the Beatles song, Something, which I’ve been practicing/learning for the guitar for a while now**. I’m hoping to make something that’s not too embarrassing to have other people hear.
I’ve also been finally arranging a tune I made up a loooong time ago for the Joker’s song from the graphic novel The Killing Joke, written by the justly legendary Alan Moore and illustrated by the absolutely brilliant Brian Bolland. The melody just came to me when I read the story from early on, but I never wrote it down or anything; like so many of these things, it’s just been bouncing around in my head ever since. Well, now I have written it, and I’ve worked out the chord structure and everything—for the piano mainly. If I get to the point where I can play my own frigging composition at speed without missing notes all over the place, I may record it.
I know they made an animated film version of the story in recent years, and apparently someone must have written their own version of the tune for the Joker’s song, but I’ve neither seen nor listened to it, nor will I before I finish putting my own together. I don’t want to taint my own thoughts, nor get too depressed about the movie version being either better or worse than my version.
Those are just frivolous little playthings, though… “fairy toys”, as Theseus in A Midsummer Night’s Dream might say. Not that everything isn’t frivolous from the right perspective, but these are frivolous even from my own point of view***. My most important work, to me, is my writing, and most particularly my fiction, but for some time now, and still for a bit of time to go, that work has been and will be comprised solely of the editing/tweaking of Unanimity, since it’s such a long story (I still like it a lot, though; don’t get me wrong).
Quite some time ago—but not nearly long ago enough—I decided that I wouldn’t begin any new story until I finished the previous one. This is because one of the main things that derailed me from finishing many (or any) books earlier in life was my tendency to become distracted and start some new project before ever having finished previous ones. And so, many things were begun but few were finished…and enterprises of great pith and moment with this disrespect their courses turned awry and lost the name of action.
It’s a common enough lament, I suppose, but it’s terribly annoying for me to look back and realize how many balls I dropped because I kept trying to juggle instead of giving just one of them at a time a good, solid fling into the distance. Such is the metaphorical nature of regret.
On a lighter note, I just realized that it’s 02/20/2020 today, or in the European form, 20/02/2020. That’s not as cool as 02/02/2020 was, but it’s still fun for numberphiles like me. Of course, all dates and dating systems are arbitrary (though the length of a day and of a year do refer to real, physical cycles). Even most serious Christian scholars (including former pope Benedict, aka Darth Ratzinger) estimate that Jesus was probably born sometime between what we would call 6 B.C. and 4 B.C. None put his birth at year zero…for there is no year zero in that dating system! (And almost no one really believes that Jesus was born three or four days after the winter solstice in whatever year.) The counts of years and of months and of days are just arbitrary. But the numbers can still be fun.
That’s about that, I guess. Not much more to talk about. Or, to put it another way, there’s way too much stuff to talk about (or, rather, “about which to talk”) to get started on it here in my weekly blog post. Perhaps I’ll try, yet again, to touch upon it in audio posts or to write about it, either on Iterations of Zero, or here. More likely, I’ll just keep having the conversation with myself in my head—and sometimes out loud—until I can finally shut the stupid soliloquy up for good.
*Physically, anyway. By which I mean outside the brain…though that’s certainly a physical organ. But I’ll try not to split hairs.
**Not as long as I’ve been working on mastering the lead guitar part from Knives Out, by Radiohead, but that’s difficult mainly because it’s just got a lot going on and has no real slow spots. It reminds me of some of Bach’s Two-part Inventions, which is part of why I like it.
***Actually, to be fair, pretty much everything is frivolous from my point of view, since I’m fairly unconvinced even of the possibility of any external, intrinsic meaning to anything at all.