There Is A War Going On
There is a war going on. I can't seem to find a way to write about it in language that I feel comfortable with. It either comes out as a load of (ultimately meaningless) metaphors, cliches and over worn phrases or else it's just way too personal. Stuff there is no one i can talk to about. At the moment. Or maybe ever could be. This has prevented me writing a post for several days. Day to day it can be a struggle: I have worked out that except when I am asleep or I am so overwhelmed with work that it consumes every spare cycle my brain has at its disposal (and even then "it" manages, on occasion, to hijack a thread that's not fully utilised)... only at those times can I be assured of any kind of peace. And I don't want work to have that power. Been there. Done that. Have no desire to go back there again. So it is with music that freedom comes. Not always. Sometimes music doesn't have the power to take over rather it just ends up reflecting or r...