Sometimes it’s all too much.
Too much.
Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and let the busy, busy, busyness of the world fall away.
Away.
Joni wanted to skate away on a frozen river.
Huck Finn wanted to light out for the Territory.
George Mallory climbed up and up until he vanished.
Captain Scott entered and never left the great white wastes.
T E Lawrence and Charles de Foucault sought out the Desert.
Emilia Earhart flew away into the deep blue beyond.
And me?
Well, I would seek out the heart of the deepest ocean.
So far from land that land could not be remembered anymore and scarcely even imagined.
Darkness on the face of the deep.
Adrift with Whale song and moonlight.
Above in the silence the Albatross.
What music could sound such depths?
Oceanic sway.
Stratospheric circumpolar soaring.
Peter Green.
Stratocaster.
‘The Touch’
Balm for the weary labourer.
Never matched.
Listen on a loop for an hour and it won’t be too long.
The Immortal Jukebox 
A lovely little piece Thom. Thanks. I remember the record of course as it seemed to stay at No 1 for ever. Obviously lots of people associated it with escape and relaxation. If you’re at all interested in seabirds by the way, I would strongly recommend a wonderful book I’ve just finished reading : ” The Seabird’s Cry” by Adam Nicolson. It includes a haunting chapter on the albatross.
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Thanks. Grateful for the book tip.. Seems right up my street!
Regards Thom
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And what I should have mentioned – we were slow dancing to Albatross when he proposed…
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This song has a lot to answer for… My first husband proposed to me when we were both daft kids of 16 and four years later we got married. My biggest mistake. Though I still love the song, I don’t listen to it all that much these days:).
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Music and memory always intertwined. Thom
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