“The song that is always playing.”

H,

Listening to “Everyday Life” I am reminded of the great soundtracks of our lives. We have always moved and lived inside some musical scape and cannot deny this idea that it marks the epochs and valleys of our human experience. 

There has always been a song playing in every moment. In those days of black tea and brown nuts, a coke through in sometimes, “for variety” and not knowing if we would live or die past that moment, the reddish sand of high court one, sharing a robe or wig or just appearing “in chambers” and being told to sit up straight and look straight and be straight.

 We have never been straight though, and we probably never will be. Life is curved into this sense of seeking the truth of things and failing at everything else.

At least we have the songs to map that journey.