Recently I have been a bit introspective as I am sure you have noticed, this was compounded two Fridays ago at the pub. It was the first time I have been out in ages and it was great to catch up with the regulars who used to attend the fantastically friendly and all round musically inclined Town Mill, it also made me realise that I probably will see less and less of them and next year when we get together for the annual Battlecat gig, perhaps I won’t even recall the ones who don’t attend again, as I may not have recalled all of last years missing members this time.
I hadn’t seen most of them since the last time erstwhile purveyors of punk/electro/wall of noise fame played their one gig a year. That pleased me and then got me thinking….what about next year? Would we all be there again, would I remember if someone was missing, who didn’t attend from last year…and where would I be?
I offered these thoughts up at the table where a few of us had resided, taking a breather from the music and chilling by the window which has been the scene of many a gaze through its frame and glass. For me at least I think it is strangely amazing and sad to think that we are all existing in one place at the same time and that in all likelihood this unique grouping and contentedness may never happen again.
Let me be brutal in my assessments…..talking to this table of people, I found my musings to be fascinating and a tad romantic, fascinating as well…everyone else sadly, did not. I know you guys will have more depth of vision though. Believe it or not it made me kinda despondent that no one will remember our liaison in this way except me….and then probably only with the aid of this post. For the morning is always more hazy after a few pints.
People do take such things for granted though, it’d drive us all crazy to be thinking of these matters frequently, so quite why I am as sane as I like to think I am I don’t know. Introspection has its downsides as well as allowing me to live in the moment and see it for what it is, it is both a joy and a curse I think.
Still there was a mixture of good music, good company and a lot of laughs and recollections. but I was very upset not to have engaged other minds in such a discussion and found other intriguing opinions. The pub is the right place for such a discussion as I have had many a whimsical talk with others before. Still just over a week on and my disappointment has dissipated somewhat and normal service has been resumed.