Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

waking again.

I fell asleep refreshingly early last night, and slept remarkably well. I awoke at 5 a.m., after falling asleep so very early, and got up to do a bit of research.

Today was "Where are they now?" internet site review, focused on two bands from a decade or so ago, the Proclaimers and the Housemartins. I have a weakness for catchy, raw pop songs, which sometimes competes neck and neck with my weakness for lush, alternative-universe progressive rock and ambient songs. I sing along with righteous indignation or luxuriant ecstasy to the "Gonna Be (500 Miles)" and "Happy Hour" songs of the world.

I never realized that both Beautiful South and Fatboy Slim arose from members of the Housemartins. I was pleased to see that the Proclaimers are still, well, proclaiming. If I had more gumption than I do, I'd arrange rock concerts at our local venues.

I am still trying to figure out which dulcimer to buy. As usual, I want something I can use for life, without mortgaging my life savings to buy one. I suspect that dulcimer will be a bit like autoharp for me--something I pull out and play and sing to a few times a year--certainly something worth doing and owning, but not a "pay any price" pleasure. I've enjoyed picking out songs on my can-jo, the one-string home-made thing I got on eBay. I worked out "Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee", which, combined with "Born Free", will let me do a covers album called "Adoring and Free". Reconsidering. Perhaps not.

Today I will get some exercise, and do a little work, both "work-work" and "home chore work". I'm reading a very interesting book about the north Africa campaign in World War Two by Rick Atkinson, called "An Army at Dawn". It's a refreshing change from the sometimes-icon-making History Channel portrayals of war. I am of that generation who did not even have to register for a draft, so I have no military experience and no vicarious longing for battle. I think to myself how much good could be done if peace were coordinated with the personnel and materiel with which war is conducted. But the stories of this war, noble and ignoble, always captivate me, as they also revolt me and get me thinking. I'm also reading a charming comic novel about a legal secretary with an MFA in film, and the dilemmae we all face when inside we are one person, but actually we live the life of another person, and who knows, really, which people we really are. I'll write more about this later, when I finish the book. I do like, somehow, the juxtaposition between a war non-fiction and a light, comic novel.

I am so glad to be rested.

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