The Passing of Time in a Pandemic
So on my “seeking sanity” road trip, I was drawn to, or should I say Spotify was drawn to playing “On the Road to Find Out,” from Cat Stevens’ album, Tea for the Tillerman. For whatever reason it came up a number of times, and I was kind of drawn to it, particularly the line: “The seconds tick the time out…” which kind of led me to do this piece.
I’m about to turn 60. While my age has never really bothered me much, the days and weeks of the pandemic and the isolation from that have taken a toll on some parts of me. Day after day, get up, teach, work in the studio, go to bed. Repeat. I feel confined as if I have taken root, and not in a good way.
There really isn’t a place I feel is home, and maybe that’s part of the problem. Of all the places I’ve been in the past , it seems as though any roots I’ve put down there have withered. Maybe I am rooted in the pandemic.
So this piece is about time, and there are a lot of ways to interpret it, as I had a lot of thoughts about the passing of time as I did it. The background is inspired by Paul Klee. The rest is just me, thinking about stuff.
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