Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says the that even that has got to good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Sunday, March 13, 2022
Molly and the Red Blotch of Light: "The banjo sounds good to me." Steely Dan, Aja
I named my German banjo after Molly Nilsson, even though she's Swedish, and, so far as I know, doesn't play the intstrument in any of her performances. However, she lives a in Berlin. She credits solitude as her greatest creative inspirational catalyst. So, she lives in Berlin, and my bano is a Framous, which is made in Germany. She and I both love being alone. That's more than enough to justify naming my instrument, "Molly." Now, I've got to practice another ten thousand hours.
Before I got Molly, I had no idea that there were stretch banjos. Look at the difference.
As regards the red blotch of light, res ipsa loquitur. I crawls across the door jamb every afternoon, weather permitting. Like clockwork, but even more precisely, because it is directed from the royal sun itself.