I’m trying to find some music that I can bear to listen to. It seems odd that I haven’t been able to do so yet, because I know it would be good for me. Nothing has hit the spot yet and too much is impossible to cope with.
Back when I was very low, recovering from my mother’s long decline and eventual death here, I listened over and over to the same music, nearly always Bix Beiderbecke and Prokofiev – in particular the Lieutenant Kijé suite, don’t ask me why. But I can’t listen to cymbals, nor to jolly 20s jazz. At the moment, I’m trying Tom Waits’ Alice, but I don’t think that’ll be it.
No, it isn’t. Now I’m trying Black Sheep Boy, the Okkervil River version, and it seems to be okay so far. I’m supposed to be working really, I’ve had various friends call in, so have not done those things I ought to have done.
It didn’t help that I spent some time reading Articles of Association looking for some information I needed about an AGM, becoming increasingly puzzled because it wasn’t as I remembered it. Finally, I looked again at the front page and found it was the Articles of another company. Honestly, darlings, the sooner I retire the better.
Anyway, at least I’ve got music now. I’m thinking of trying some Mozart next.