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I find that the proper songwriting presently is being put in a little box of ‘awaiting’ and can be picked up and opened again when the time feels right. Not out of ideas at all. Just want to get a vibe of ‘Yup! Ready to go now’.

So I find myself going through a few over and over daily motions. After Angie goes to work really early at 07.00, I get up and sort out Frankie the Kitten/Cat. Coffee, breakfast and then Gardening. Frankie the Fella cat yowls to get out there, so I may as well do something productive. It has been a positive garden intervention over the last few weeks and salad/vegetable seeds have gone into the, now tidied, raised bed and herbs into the herb raised bed. Tidying up a fair bit of leaves, stray brambles, etc. And untangling Frankie the Fella from where his 50 feet lead goes in, under and around trees, shrubs, chairs, water fountain, etc. He climbs trees and gets a huge yowl output because he can’t get back down. The ladder is now an ever present in the garden.

Anyways. Therapeutic music has become an 8 o’clock in the evening and onwards quick vibe play. Make it up, tune wise, on the hoof. Hence the clippety-cloppety beat. Joke…. Drums/percussion choice first. Acoustic strum to suit the drum vibe. Usually basic stuff. Add a bunch of keyboard tunes over and over. My guitar and keyboard playing is basic to say the least. Sometimes a bass guitar plugged in. But often not. Then after a few hours I feel calmer. Housework, cooking, gardening and an ever present Frankie are draining to be honest. No stress as familiar to when I was a nurse. But stressful nonetheless. Stressful because it is repetitive. Not experimental. Weird, but that’s simply how it feels.

An MRI of my head is looming next week. I suppose it’s playing on my mind. Excuse the pun. Just a precautionary by the doctor to see why I had that vertigo for a month in December. It takes that long to get an appointment apparently. Hence my surprise when the appointment letter dropped last week. I didn’t know he booked it. When you realise it will be a deep brain, nerve, blood vessel, ears, etc. analysis….Your mind races at such interventions due to the ‘what if’ nature of what could be found and comes and bites you on the a**e. Changes your life. But positivity rocks. I am of sound mind!

This tune here, from being put together tonight, can be called ‘Clouds’. Could be called anything really. Maybe ‘Groovin’ with Mr. Cloud 9 Nine’. Who cares. It’s therapy and that’s what’s important.

Currently? Basically it’s a case of going through the motions of quiet, but fun, times. Just picking up my guitar and strumming some ideas is fantastic enough therapy. But this build on build for fun exercise in the early evening puts you in an unfamiliar zone, but with no pressure involved. These little Muzak pieces do not matter at all. You just sit there and hit the piano keys and make up a tune or four that you have to instinctively feel can create a synergy. Once they shake hands nicely with each other…..They then exist to serve their purpose. And they then ask to be shared. Who am I to argue with such serene entities.