I received an email yesterday afternoon from somebody who professes to find these burblings interesting, so I shall take that as incentive to Carry On Burbling, as opposed to Carry On Bungling, which seems to be happening elsewhere, almost everywhere. Unlike certain soon-to-be-former advisors I had a pretty decent day yesterday, decent enough for me not to have to cling to a blog post I wrote in January in order to say I told you so.
Seriously, though, who reads their own old blogs? Or listens to their old pieces for that matter? I certainly don’t, but then maybe I do not feel that I have a point to prove, just a job to do. Still, as long as Domnishambles is there I shall cling to that acid remark that we are all paying for the time that girl he liked laughed at his poetry in the sixth form.
Even adding Dom into the equation, for all the doom, gloom and ineptitude, it does feel as if sunlight is finding its way in, the result across the pond surely meaning that the US will rejoin the Paris Agreement, which cannot be a bad thing, far better than having somebody in the White House who believes that global warming is a hoax, as if that were the worst of their faults. To add extra shine to the moment, after oodles of quiet and the feeling that all was finally done and dusted, we get a new AC/DC album today. Let joy be unconfined.
I began yesterday by gently correcting a BBC article about the band (yes, that’s what we composers get up to), then read a few interviews with them and settled in to a bit of listening to some of their new stuff, as well as the old classics. I will not pretend for a second that they are going to come out with anything novel (when faced with the accusation that AC/DC had put out thirteen albums that all sounded the same Angus allegedly replied “No, no, I’m not having that. We’ve put out fourteen albums that all sound the same!”) but there is comfort in security, so, yes, I shall be buying, and am delighted that as much of the classic line up as possible is back, and that the late Malcolm Young’s influence will still be there.
I then gave an online singing lesson, toyed with some rhythmic permutations for the symphony, had a phone call about an organ (as you do) and then settled down to play some solo Agricola, which is one of the finest and most punishing board games out there, one of only two that I rate as a ten out of ten, and positively ancient in gaming terms. Mind you, sometimes you need to rely on the solid classics that have proven themselves time after time to give you a sense of security in slippery times rather than self-proclaimed gurus who claim to have reinvented everything from the unstable ground up.