Endless Art

A House were a very fine band indeed and Andy Woods knows their singer. Endless Art is one of their finest songs. Here too it all seems endless, the delays in recording put back yet again till March so I’m not going to mention it again. Not ever. Meanwhile, as I’m consistently reminded there’s so much more to life. In the meantime I can’t find my MOT certificate which has got me all of a blather so much so that I want to hit something. Not that I will, I’ve not hit anyone since Alan Plodwin in the third year. He was armed with a compass and left me no alternative. Perhaps I should do a friends reunited and apologise but the thought of all that nostalgia gives me the creeps. I prefer to glamorise and reinvent my personal history in the form of the popular song; god knows what an alternative perspective would do to my ego. OK so I’m off on one here and feeling ever so slightly sorry for myself, it’s an inner confusion thing. I just read an Ashram pamphlet on consciousness which vilified the nature of the ego and sanctified the joyous state of the empty conscious mind. Try as I might...or not...I really don’t get it…this quest to de-clutter and devolve any kind of reference to self. Me…I’m egocentric and proud of it. You can keep your nirvana and your higher state of being. I’ll take the here and now and the warts and all. There you go, another one of life’s complexities simplified. There’s really nothing to it is there? VPx