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Historians, please note, natural disasters aside, we had a whole two clear OK days in the 2020s. What a couple of days they were.
We had a house guest over night, who came down to breakfast to see the kids watching Bing on the iPad whilst I listened to Mozart on my smart speaker device. My wife had to tell her that this was not a regular event and that in fact this was the first time anything like this had ever happened.
I said she was a liar and that I am an intellectual and this is how I get in the mood for the day. I think our guest knew who to believe.
I had done the classy thing of asking it to “Play Mozart†and let it shuffle whatever guff it had in its library. That’s how Mozart would have wanted it. Just mix up some of his best bits in a random order and then say “Alexa next†when one of them becomes a bit boring.
To be fair if you could travel back in time to meet Mozart and tell him that any of that would be possible he’d surely be over the moon. And probably only annoyed that there had never been a Muppet version of Amadeus (oooh, Salieri would be the human actor obvs, but who would be Wolfgang? Fozzie? Yes Fozzie. I fell like they’ve actually done that).
On my dog walk I started listening to The Testaments by my favourite living (and hopefully eternal) author, Margaret Atwood. It, and the news, made me think about how civilisations rise and fall and how Mozart’s music, as permanent as it seems, will one day be lost. Only my blog will survive (of course) and so people will know about Mozart from these two blogs (though he will never be mentioned again, after I lose interest and move on) and wonder what his music was like. It was great. La la la la la la la. That was one of his.
Everything seemed relatively solid. Certainly 8 years ago it did. But every now and again it strikes you how precarious absolutely everything is. It becomes more precarious when you’ve for full on unpredictable aresholes running most of the countries. Especially when it’s the big ones.
Interesting times. I’d be happier living in them if I hadn’t been stupid enough to have kids. Or have got into Mozart.
Another great RHLSTP from Bristol is out - this one with the marvelous Jayde Adams
