Bog-handling, and other end of year musings
This Winter I have walked through many bogs. Some I entered deliberately, others I just sort of ended up in. Today I went for a walk to wash my boots in the stream and on the way back found myself in yet another bog. This led me to contemplate a few bog-related matters.
1) There will always be another bog. It is fruitless to hanker after a bogless reality.
2) I do not especially mind whether I am in a bog or not. Some people are having the time of their lives in bogs. It really doesn’t matter.
3) The word ‘bog’ is pleasingly simple and direct. Everyone knows what a bog is. A bog is not trying to be anything other than itself.
4) Bogs don’t last forever.
5) Nobody is going to save you from the bog. I realise now that many of the songs I have written up until now have actually been about bogs. For example the song ‘Save Me,’ on my EP released earlier this year: heavy mental boggery. ‘Skin,’ also on the EP: all bogs are subject to change.
On the way home I noticed I had also been formulating some new year’s resolutions, inspired in part by the National Federation of Fish Friers. Here they are, in no particular order:
- walk up more hills in the rain
- create things just for fun
- stop giving up being an actor
- cultivate camaraderie
- come up with a good way to describe your music to people at parties
- stop worrying about how to describe your music to people at parties
- stop lamenting the fact that you are a crazy perfectionist and find a manager who is able to handle your turbulent genius
- love and be loved, make love, give love
- dance more
- expect less
Happy new year everyone