Silence, music and tomorrow
Silence is golden. Sometimes, being silent is the only way you can make sense of things going on around you. Or making music.When things get too intense, singing and making music about life can also help you make sense of it.
When I was a teenager, I read Mario Puzo’s novel ‘The Godfather’ and then everything I could find of his, including his comments on how to be a writer. I’ve forgotten much of his fiction which was eventually overshadowed by the film versions of his books but I do remember a column he wrote on being a writer. He said that if you want to write interesting books, lead a dull life. There’s truth in the remark as life has been anything but dull of late and I have done very little writing.
Here is a list of a few things that I haven’t written about but which I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about, not necessarily in this order:
Katoomba Music Festival (misty, moisty but fun)
Hanging out with the wonderful James Roy (more fun)
Lymphoma, health scares and false alarms (not mine, but someone very close to me)
Mr Punch and his audiences (particularly kids who can’t help charging the booth)
Orange (the city, not the colour or the fruit)
Dubbo, Gilgandra and Warren (all of which I’ve visited in the past 3 days)
Romance in caravan parks (other people’s – not just mine)
Ukeleles (I’m getting better at playing them – we have two now)
Tomorrow I’m driving to Gulgong to spend a day workshopping stories with students at Gulgong High School.
As ‘Annie’ would sing: “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow, you’re only a day away.”