I remember seeing all of these stories above bunched together on page 9 of an April 2020 local newspaper, and thought to myself, looks like I'll have to finally learn the guitar while in lock-down, so I can go out busking when I run out of money. The music store owner said there had been a run on equipment so people could play their music online, and even a run on podcast equipment. Podcasting, that's the modern equivalent of busking, where you beg for passers by to your podcast site to leave a five star review, or throw in the cash donation of the equivalent of a cup of coffee each month/week to keep the podcast going, because what do you think most pod-casters do it for, the love of it?-) Sounds a lot like blogging to me;-) I have no ambitions of making a podcast, or ever being the guest on one for that matter.
I do like listening to good free podcasts though, and there are more of them on the net/pod/pad than dollar coins in my net worth of everything I will ever own.
But for the last 30+ years I've been telling myself , gee I think I could write some really profitable songs, if only I knew how to write music, or could play a guitar, or piano.
Tell God your plans?-)
Wouldn't it be great to have a profitable stable of hit songs, and let the royalties just come in? Even if someone way more talented than I could even be brought in to sing them.
That was the pipe dream that went up in smoke year by year in my mind.
I even bought a beginners guitar that was on special at the local supermarket a few years back, not to write those dream hit fantasy songs of my youth, but just to tick off that bucket list goal of finally learning to play the guitar.
I think I have taken it out of the box once, strummed it, then put it back in the box and promised myself I'd start tomorrow. And tomorrow hasn't come yet.
I even bought an electric piano from the same store a week or two later, and it never even got taken out of its box.
It rests among the Christmas tree decorations in another cupboard, waiting for the Christmas that I decide to take it out of the box:-)
I even have a set of bongos, which I do like to pretend I can play, and convince myself that I'm not bad for someone with no musical talent, so far that is.
But the truth is that apart from torturing the neighbours with my very occasional bongo playing, I'm probably never going to motivate myself enough to learn the guitar, or piano.
I have no urge to play them, no matter how many sealed music books I have bought over the years to urge me to.
Forget my Spanish CDs I think too, it's probably no way, José, Soy muy vago?
As for retraining for a Covid 19/future pandemic proof profession, Que me jodan si lo sé.
I saw a news story at the ABC news site recently about a big koala planned for Port Macquarie in New South Wales, Australia. And I thought it was kind of ironic that the first time I ever saw a koala statue in Port Macquarie was at the ABC studio across from my motel room that I was staying in on my first trip of three trips to the town back in 2016, which I wrote about in this old post - 424s Again
I can't wait to see what this new "BIG" koala statue will look like, if I'm ever allowed to cross the Queensland/News South Wales state border again that is:-( I haven't been back to the town since 2016, but I have fond memories of the koalas I spotted in my observations around and in Port Macquarie - My Observations of Time and Space in Port Macquarie
I thought I'd watch the main NRL game on the TV tonight, not really caring which team would win, and I've got to say that it was nothing to write home about until I noticed the final scoreline;-) On a Synchronicity Kick in Armidale