Entry for September 28, 2007

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Kind Act Count to Date: 100!
Day 27 100 Kind Acts! Our target has been reached with four days to spare. The Blog of Kind Acts thanks all Kind Actors for their contributions across three continents and also the animal kingdom. Old women, spouses and turtles have had their days brightened because of you! Well done, but let's all push hard and see how many Kind Acts we can do before the last 4 days expire and we return to out misanthropic ways. For my part I went forth into the night to search for something my Significant Other left in the car. I got my feet a bit wet too.
I’ve been listening to some old albums in the car. I bought them in a fit of nostalgia following the recent outbreak of e-mail communications with some old pals. In particular I’ve been listening to a couple of “concept” albums – Mike Oldfield’s “Tubular Bells” and Marillion’s “Misplaced Childhood”.
They are incredibly familiar, but they seem to come from a completely different life. They come from a time when I had the time and the space to study every nuance of an album. I know every lyric on Misplaced Childhood and I could practically hum, whistle or grunt the whole fifty minute melody of “Tubular Bells”. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the time again to immerse myself in music the way that I used to.
Music for me now is something that happens in the background. Launchcast tinkles away in the background while I do my writing. Radio 2 soothes me as I feed Cheerios to the Small Bald Person through bleary eyes. And I play my CDs quietly in the background when friends come round for dinner.
But music is no longer an event in itself. I never sit back in a swivel chair with a gatefold sleeve of lyrics and one album on the turntable. Music no longer has my undivided attention.
And I do miss that. When I get time to think about it.