Scattered thoughts, like leaves
Non-linear thinking. My response to a world with too much information and too little time. This evening hockey has given way to GTA (the new one) and there’s a radio soundtrack that will need careful investigation if I can get past the gunfire and squealing tires. I’ve taken shelter with some Jelly Bellies and the weekly American Idol showdown. Even if the voting doesn’t follow the talent…
This week’s mentor is Neil Diamond, who’s been playing on my life’s soundtrack for a very long time. Non-linear; here goes. Neil provided the musical interludes for the book turned movie by Richard Bach called Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Gulls are also a regular on my soundtrack (mandatory Maritime plug). While reading one of the Bach books in a small teahouse called Mille Feuilles, back in 1984, I made the decision to leave Charlottetown and go where there were jobs that lasted more than the ten weeks that provided “stamps” (nothing to do with postage). The teahouse was in a building, since destroyed by fire, that was the home of my wife’s cousin. Neil has a songbook that fits well with the MOR sound that AI needs to satisfy it’s mainstream audience.
Just before this, Bravo showed a series of videos by Leslie Feist. So much better than what’s on right now. An audio and video feast by Feist. 1 2 3 4. There, enough scattered thoughts. Time to go and see who’s shooting who in the GTA, because AI isn’t likely to leave its well worn groove this evening. I can always tune in tomorrow and see who’s gone from the soundtrack. Paula can’t tell who sang, or how many times they’ve sung… she’s starting to understand the dilemma.
