Card, Rosary and Crema

Hey there.. Another day, another crappy post.

So what's up? I did not really end up doing much today, which worked out quite well. You see last night I managed to ingest an unholy amount of caffeine in an attempt to stay awake through an 8 hour shift, but as I was only at work until 9:30, I was buzzing until 2. As a consequence of this, I woke up at 12.

You know the trouble with music is that it is like life; if your band keeps playing when you stop, the music goes on. If you whistle a tune and stop halfway through, you can finish it off in your head, and so it is still going. If music is like life, then a drum solo followed by eating live clams is like death, because while drum solos destroy what came before them, eating raw clams will destroy any sensation but nausea and toilet seats for the rest of your day.

Keeping on with this musical theme, I guess an interesting way to think about the passage of time is as a beat to the song of life. It can be a good song or a bad song, and you are doing your best to blunder your way through it as best you can. For me, I have faith in a supreme conductor, who wrote and guides this well organized symphony.. Others may see it more like free jazz, with no conductor, no definite guidelines and no need to play in time. Still others may see it more like a 60's blues rock band, where though there are some rules and a beat, you may take an extended and annoying solo with no consequences. Indeed, there are others who do not acknowledge a beat at all. There is no time signature, no pulse and only silence, and to break this silence, ones own piece of music must be created and played.

I am definitely not the first to come up with this musical analogy.. Several pieces of music exist which bear reference to it.. The two I can think of right now are Lord of the dance, which is a Shaker song from a few hundred years ago, and the other is the Danse Macabre, or dance of death in French which is the theme to an English crime show..

That is all for now.