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Listening to “Everyday Life” I am reminded of the great soundtracks of
our lives. We have always moved and lived inside some musical scape and cannot
deny this idea that it marks the epochs and valleys of our human experience.
our lives. We have always moved and lived inside some musical scape and cannot
deny this idea that it marks the epochs and valleys of our human experience.
There
has always been a song playing in every moment. In those days of black tea and brown nuts, a coke through in sometimes, “for
variety” and not knowing if we would live or die past that moment, the reddish sand
of high court one, sharing a robe or wig or just appearing “in chambers” and being
told to sit up straight and look straight and be straight.
has always been a song playing in every moment. In those days of black tea and brown nuts, a coke through in sometimes, “for
variety” and not knowing if we would live or die past that moment, the reddish sand
of high court one, sharing a robe or wig or just appearing “in chambers” and being
told to sit up straight and look straight and be straight.
We have never been
straight though, and we probably never will be. Life is curved into this sense
of seeking the truth of things and failing at everything else.
straight though, and we probably never will be. Life is curved into this sense
of seeking the truth of things and failing at everything else.
At least we have the songs to map that journey.