I think humans, as a species, at a certain point in time and by way of innate traits, environmental conditions & population pressure, stumbled onto being able to do certain things at scale — civilization, if you will. There have been horrors that came along with that ability. “Culture” for millennia, I suspect, is just the layered and necessary psychological avoidance games in response to those horrors.
All my musician friends across the board are gutted about the loss of Jeff Beck; all the people I know who aren’t musicians are basically “I don’t know who that is…never heard of him.”
For the guitar community particularly this is like what losing Bowie was to the wider music world a few years back. The Magician has left the planet. The one guy who took the other path to the mountain top, told us what he saw along the way in an utterly unique language that none of us could repeat exactly, although it was said in the plainest words?
It’s 6:24am Christmas Eve morning here. Elevenses woke up at 5am which is just..wrong. The kid usually sleeps until noon. Why is she up at 5am?? And then the other one got up and now they’re arguing about who ate the last chocolate candy from the advent calendar. Loudly. At 6am. This is usually my quiet time…just me and my black coffee in the dark. Quiet. Alone.
I am planning on going out at 10 am to finish my shopping.
Homebound pandemic diet:
jfc thats alot of coffee baked chicken breast dark chocolate spinach salads broccoli protein shakes scrambled eggs chorizo steak white rice occasional wtf dude that’s a huge amount of pasta w/ olive oil & garlic don’t you think? seriously more coffee