Quaint ramblings and occasional reflections of a journeying Aussie musician...

19 June 2006

In My Solitude....

Sometimes you just wanna run away from it all.

It could all be going great guns, or it could all be going insane, or (and I'm seeing the world more and more like this as I get old and wizened) both and other stuff too. But just sometimes, you want to leave it all behind and find a spot in the world where you get to do just want you want to do, responsibility free, with absolutely no-one else around. A fantasy of solitude, if you will.

Mine is living in a hut in the middle of the forest with a nine foot Steinway and a tape player learning to play stride piano. I could happily burn up twelve hour days eating baked beans out of a can and fully absorbing the intricacies of Tatum, Erroll, JJ Johnson and all the others....build up a massive left hand while watching my body waste away.....

So that's mine. What's yours?

Just curious.....

3 comments:

Sherd said...

That's a tough one Mikey.

Treehouse - no walls. Warm in the daytime but a bit cool at night. Books. All the books I've wanted to read but haven't had time. All the books I've read and wanted to read again. Pens and paper. Music everywhere. Lots of good food. A garden with nice easy soil, lots of organic matter and waiting to burst into life. A fuck-off sized bath with a book holder. Outside. Under the trees.



And probably wireless broadband and Rasputin, my laptop, to be honest.

Sherd said...

Does it count as a fantasy of solitude if Johnny Depp is there as well?

No?

Oh, well, never mind then. Forget I mentioned it.

Sherd said...

No walls so the breeze can move through the treehouse.

This is of course predicated on a place where there is little to no inclement weather.

I'm a freak?! You eat baked beans out of a can! (^_^)