I got a ride all the way to where I was going and now I am way early for making music and have the place to myself. I am going to plug all my pedals into the delicious amp here and make some music before the people arrive, before I have to be disciplined. I like it. I have made a pot of tea and am sat in my favourite garden smoking todays cigarette and writing love letters to you, kind reader, hoping to alleviate the shame of this mornings poor effort.
There is a mad grapevine here that, every year, fails to ripen fruit because no one prunes it. But I pruned a section of it back in January and there are bunches and bunches of ripe, juicy, plump, purple grapes. Succulent and moreish. Happy. There is a cricket test on today and I expect the people to be busy doing that and hopefully I will have some real quiet time.
How did wine come about? Do you reckon someone spilled something yeasty and sugary into some grapes that then fermented and things got so bad that it became all they had to eat…. next minute its party time… I often marvel at the things humans have come up with and what circumstances led to them. Some theories talk about strangers turning up in places with knowledge that bootstrapped civilisations up a few notches. Like agricultural innovations or irrigation and aqueduct technologies. The South Americans have a story about bearded caucasians in brown robes that show up and clue them into all sorts of new ideas. The Maori have a story about one of the gods ascending to the heavens to come back with baskets full of knowledge. I guess its far easier to have one story about how things came about than it is to ponder endless theoretical scenarios that may have led to discoveries. To think that we are still tinkering with ideas, like the people at C.E.R.N or the space explorers tells me that it’s in our nature and it was probably just good old human ingenuity and curiosity that led us to this peak of civilisation without needing gods, or strangers or aliens. My conceit is that perhaps we have been civilised and technologically sophisticated before and before that, that we have been here for a lot longer than we think. In fact my imagination goes as far to postulate that we ruined Mars before relocating here to start again. There is evidence to support some of this. My friend is an Archaeologist and he will not tolerate any talk of such things. Things are the way they are and that’s final. Me though, I have an open mind. I have nothing invested in being right or wrong. Either outcome being true is not going to affect my daily life. Not so for an academic or archaeologist I guess.
I am really pleased with how this track has come out. I have sent it to my off-sider, Matt, and hope he will put some vocals on it. I do not really understand why I don’t feel inclined to sing lately. I sing backing vocals in the bands, in time, tune and precise but I just do not feel I want to express myself that way in music. I know it sounds like a wanker (Probably because I am) but I let my music speak for me. Ha ha ha It says “I’m depressed” mostly huh? ha ha ha. Sorry. I guess I couldn’t really do more to discourage you from reading this or listening to that. The best art, I reckon, doesn’t give two shits what you or I think. Orson Welles never made movies for me or you, he made them for Orson Welles. I like that.
I didn’t see “Citizen Kane” until I was in my 30s. Popular culture was always throwing little references at me and in the end I capitulated and watched it. Family guy do this bit where Peter goes “Its his sled, it was his sled from when he was a kid, there I just saved you two long Boobless hours”.
It’s a pretty funny bit. It seems to me that if Family Guy do a one liner about you it means they actually love you but if they constantly rag on you like they do with Chris what’s his name from Coldplay… that’s another story.
I really like it, its one of those films like Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas or Casablanca that you can watch over and over and still find twists and details that you may have missed. I am not saying watch it every day or even every year… When I was going mad in Raglan I was watching “Fear And Loathing” over and over, sometimes with the sound off and The Dark Side Of The Moon at full volume. A sure fire way to go batshit mental. But there are some films that you can go back to over the years and Citizen Kane is one of them.
I feel strong and brave. I touch wood when I say that because these feelings, like the scared and weak feelings do also pass and I know that my moods can shift, its what they do. But I think that having a routine, a diet (Maybe with less night cheese) and the tools to work and feel useful all culminate in a happy human. I am still quite ill, my kidney hasn’t been acting up much but I haven’t been very active. I am 124kg now. My belly hangs over my belt and is beginning to have stretch marks. I have never been a big guy. I have thought I was but I never really was.
Man. I had to re-up my mediations last week. I opted to just do an online repeat because my Dr is a fuckwit and every time I see him he fucks shit up and I end up spending days frustrated trying to undo what he’s done. So, I figured that perhaps if I just ask him for the meds and nothing else, well, there’s no way for him to fuck that up. Right? Nah. So throughout the dramas of the last month or two, every time I have had to deal with the Dr or the Nurse at the Drs surgery I have asked them to please make a note not to be giving me months of medication at once, that the safest way for me to be dispensed medication is on a weekly basis. It is not safe for someone like me to have months and months worth of medication just lying around. It just not safe. Now, as I said the other day. Thats not a threat or a guilt trip or anything like that, it’s simply one of the things I want in place for my own safety. As I said before, my feelings and moods are in a state of flux and sometimes they get out of control. My history suggests that in those moments it helps not to have medication stockpiles. I can sit with those feelings. I can. But I have to ride the urges to self harm and sadly one of my self harm behaviours have included overdosing and I am pretty fucking fortunate to be alive today. Luck, whatever you want to call it. I have walked away from more fatalities than good sense would deem prudent and it’s way past time to stop trying my luck.
So. I went to the Dr, paid the bill, collected the script and went back to my chemist. Ten minutes later my chemist hands me a big sack of pills and…. fuck man. In my most patient and humble tone I contact the Dr. “I may not have been clear, perhaps this is my mistake etc… please make a note that I am not to be given entire scripts, that I need weekly dispensing”. Then they got all “Well if you feel that way you need to contact the Crisis Team, go to the hospital, contact mental health urgently we can’t be responsible…” Fucking Bullshit, you know? I guess I just need a Dr who gives a shit. This one doesn’t seem to. Its hard though, I struggle with change. If Change is hard I will put it off. Look at my Drivers Licence. I have been illegal all these years because the test and people caused me anxiety so I procrastinated. I am a great driver, safe, courteous and cautious, I will fly through the test, I should have done it years ago.
I’ve almost drunk a whole pot of earl grey tea to myself! I am going to be useful and clean up. As I said the other day, love is a verb. I have not always been too flash at it but I can do the mundane bits ok. I am going to bail and do stuff. Have a great day, don’t take any guff.
xm
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