Staring crystals down until blinded
I'm writing this morning without much to write about. Well, not without breaking my promise to you and to myself—I could spew thousand of words on absurdity and incompetence alone. But setting that aside, I feel somewhat stuck in this annoying, sullen neutrality these days, like a season refusing to transition. Which is why I haven't posted as often.
One of my few remaining uncles passed away a couple of weeks ago. Alzheimer's. All too common, sadly. He was my mom's brother too, so...yeah. One of my earliest memories of him is at my grandfather's house, watching La Soirée du Hockey on the big brown vinyl recliner. This was Montreal's Golden Era, the Canadiens winning the Stanley Cup year after year, full of bigger than life players who were more superheroes than athletes.
We watched game 1 on Sunday and it all came flooding back. (1)
The weather's at a standstill: Spring simply refuses to get going. On Saturday we reached 22ºC—sunshine, warm breeze, everyone outdoors wearing t-shirts. On Sunday we dropped back to 10ºC. On Monday I woke up to snow. White lawns, white roofs...actual snow, covering the ground. Like getting hit in the face, as one of our neighbours sighed.
I'm also between projects at the moment, struggling to kickstart the engine. Ordained is done. I finally sent in the remastered version of Black Glitter Diaries last week, a project on which I probably spent too much time. But I'm happy with the result (I'll write about that in a few days—it's not out yet). So, what now? Now, drafts and drafts and more drafts are pilling up. I should pause, celebrate accomplishments, especially long-term stuff. But I struggle with that. It's always been about the next goalpost. Still is. I don't mind exploratory periods—as long as they coalesce. Give it time they say...sure, sure.
Below is a “possibility” for the next La Sonde album. Work in progress, framework, miles and eons from done.
Later :)
1: It's the playoffs, folks—a special time of year ;)
