12/20/2021
Oh I feel like I need a change. I always feel like I need a change. The difference is, not being on tour means no change. No change of town anyway. I guess being in one place is a change of sorts. How’s covid treating you?
So here we are, seeing off another year of uncertainty. Gender ( what are you having?) Race ( with milk or without?) Music ( is that a song or are you just happy to see me?) Art ( but is it?) Philosophy ie. do you believe in an after life? ( what do you call this?) and a ton of other unanswered questions that a whole generation is saving for the therapist.
But let’s not talk about you, let’s talk about me for a change. My distinction ( apart from being of the dying breed of rock and rollers) is that I have never been in therapy. So sue me.
People keep moaning about lockdown and vaccines, to which I say, “ It’s not N**i Germany. “ But there you have it, people will always moan.
I am reminded of the words of a wise man I once met,
“ You become what you criticise.”
And if you don’t believe that, give it a few more years and you will.
Anyway, enough of my yakkin’ , here’s a hopefully cheerful little painting I knocked off the other day as a way of saying:
Happy Christmas and good luck next year.
Yours truly,
XCH
