No fever of revisionism
One of my kids used to play in a band. Well, several different bands, but this one still has a social media presence, albeit several iterations later (which means that my kid no longer gets on stage with them). What was fun is that the band didn’t go through a fever of revisionism, and I was able to find photos taken on stage, back in the day (night??). Great stuff, from a parental viewpoint.
We’re familiar with the bands that seem to go on and on and on (pointing at you, Rolling Stones), but the reality is that groups are held together by anti-gravity. All it takes is one moment among many, and the members separate; the very definition of repelling. So many ideas, if not recorded, disappear forever. Forget the idea of a reunion show.
And, I suppose, the same thing happens with any combination of strong personalities. Else, we’d have sport teams that stayed together long after the last point had been scored.
This was a “big melt” day, with more to come. I think winter has been broken. If I can hold on through this week, I might escape having to shovel the sidewalk (it filled in due to an unexpected drift, right about the time the doctor told me to avoid any heavy lifting). Out here in the country, that kind of inattention to detail gets missed by the neighbours; we don’t go “door to door” during the ice season.
In the city, they’re warning people to stay off the ice, and to ignore the seals. I know that harbour ice is rarely strong enough to stand tramping around, and once you’ve seen one seal, you’ve seen ‘em all.
