Personal tastes have changed so much in the past year. Of course, there are the constants- for myself, Audrey Hepburn, the Beatles, Fred Astaire, The Far Side and a couple more on the personal side of the hurdles of romance. But the one-time buffet spread laid out has been streamlined.
Taste is becoming more exclusive. Not everyone is invited to the party. There are no more free lunches. At the end, someone has to somehow pay the piper. Words that matter are not for everyone. Maybe this was the way it was meant to be.
No regrets, but was there too much wasted time? The Eagles sang about it. Wasted time. Not bothering to see this while living what were outwardly good time. But despite Grandfather Time ticking away, when, what and who mattered was allowed to slip away. Fools were allowed in and entertained.
Frankly, posting stuff like this on Facebook and having a presence anywhere on social media is not going to make a helluva lot of difference to my bank account. What it does is help me keep my writing chops going and see where they lead. Sometimes they lead to a song or a short story or some clarity as to what’s waiting round the bend for me with my Huckleberry friend.
This leads to a recent late night conversation with a former colleague. We were chatting about nothing in particular except for marketing and she suddenly said, “No one cares. It’s just something thought to be necessary. But if one were to ask even the coconut right at the top of the tree, they’ll say the same thing: None of what is passed off as ‘marketing’ has any real impact on the bottom line. It’s just another layer added for the sake of it”.
Heading up corporate communications in one of the biggest entertainment companies in the UK, she was talking about what we used to do and why.
Have we messed up? Sure, we have. Over and over again. But we probably didn’t know it at then and are now trying to make up for lost time by making amends. It’s like reading from the Big Book Of Bill and trudging up those 12 Steps again and trying to get up there without tripping up on the eighth and nine steps.
Having cohabited with Mr and Mrs Covid-19 for the past few months and living through broken sleep patterns and dreams with a Silent Scream has, whether one cares to admit it or not, forced us- well, many of us- to face some home truths. Home truths about love and mercy and the days of future passed and questioning how much “goodness” there really was in those “good old days”.
To kinda paraphrase Bruce Springsteen, Were we blinded by the light while dancing in the dark?
Crucify me for saying this, but I never warmed to the music of “The Boss”- all that blue collar Americana and marathon ‘live’ concerts. Was invited to three and never stayed the distance for any. But friends thought that he could walk on water. But did they really? Or were they happy to follow the herd?
Under “paid sponsorship with Puma”, there are a series of photographs these days of (singer) Selena Gomez on Instagram with over 6.5 million “likes”. One of these “likes” was by Puma.
My friend was watching something or another on television and I nudged her and showed what I had seen. She looked at it, smirked and carried on watching whatever it was that she was watching. She couldn’t be bothered and was no doubt wondering why I should be.
Didn’t I know about Covid-19? Had I washed my hands? We’re all different…
“Hey, what do you think: An online Members Only venue- a virtual club- and with ‘live’ performances via Zoom where the musicians- a mix of established and new artists- would be paid just as they would any ‘live’ gig”.
It was a friend who dropped by the apartment on Saturday night with a couple of other people in the creative field talking about an early blueprint for a new business plan of his.
He and his friends are well aware of the coronavirus and how it’s short-circuited many things. And though being realistic enough to admit that this pox on the world probably isn’t going anywhere until at least March of next year, it’s not letting this become a hurdle and a Pause button to stop creating.
Why there’s this undue pressure in some sectors for the current Aussie cricket team to be more aggressive? To engage in tough talking “sledging”? How this is the way Aussies rule and intimidate the opposition. Please. It’s not only corny. It sounds soooooo contrived. Childish. Laughable.
What was heard through those stump mics during the second test match between Australia and India was embarrassing. “Witty banter”? It came across as scripted and irrelevant piffle.
The Indians trying to engage in “sledging” was idiotic. It was high camp Bollywood ballyhoo.
It’s extremely messy out there. And instead of everything simplifying itself, the clutter around us is allowed to build. We’ve become hoarders. We have also let the tail wag the dog. Over and over again. Become an invisible enemy’s bitch.
Instead of doing everything possible to change things around, we go with the flow of mediocrity. Way too much undeserving politeness to maintain a certain status quo. To be liked.
Something is wrong. Very wrong. It sounds like a murder of crows out there. But they’re the sounds of silence. The noise is emanating from the online world. You know, the one divorced from reality. The one with very little sense of humour. Or no humour. And where extremely angry people have an opinion about everything. Politics. Music. Hashtag movements. And of course, sports. Everyone is unfair game.
This online world is where anything goes. It’s a dysfunctional world that hides behind Freedom of Expression. And Freedom of Speech. But what exactly does this mean? And what are its side effects?
It’s really a question of what more one can say about NOW TV except perhaps, cancel my subscription?
After months of first trying to reach a human on their “24 Hour Customer Hotline Service”, which is always busy before Ground Control finally reaching a Major Tom, and being given instructions such as unplugging my modem and then switching the television back on- this was an exercise in futility- to then having Team NOWTV actually visit my apartment and give both television sets a complete overhaul, everything began to hum and purr perfectly…for around a month.