Ah friend, as postscript to the other day and the delightful(?!) photographs from the stone age, you might be amused to know how part of it went down. So I’m looking at the pictures and figuring the dates and merrily doing the math, and I’m thinking to myself, wow, that was twenty years ago, been a while, twenty years. … Then I think about that for a minute and check the math. And I realise I’ve dropped a ten. It’s actually thirty years. Okay, ouch. I guess because it hadn’t really crossed my mind before that number kinda thumped down on me all at once in all its charm and novelty. If you’d ask me I couldn’t tell you anything I’ve done for thirty years. But there were a couple of straightforward, clearly documented examples. Blink.
I did get that it also means that there are some things like writing and making music that I’ve actually been doing for forty years. But I am completely unready to embrace that thought at the moment. Truthfully I’m still a little lost on the playing in public for part of my living for thirty years concept. You’d think I would’ve had the sense to give up by now.
Anyway, thought you’d be amused. Just another victim of New Math.