Pat Blythe – Noodling….musings…..idiosyncratic rambling….and music

Writing day, Tuesday, May 5, 2020…..this just in!

Who: Me

What: There is no what! NOTHING is happening! Nadda, bupkiss, zip, <buzzer sounds> wrong door.

When: All day!

Where: Inside my head! Synapses are not synapsing; neurons are not firing on all cylinders; brain waves are flat lining.

Why: Who the hell knows! Sigh…… So bear with me as noodle and try to fill in some blanks.

How: (only sometimes)

So what do you do when you can’t think, when a blank screen is staring right back at you? You bake cookies of course. Did it help? Hmmmmmmm…..not really.  Go check the mailbox. Yep. Another package has arrived. Now, wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of hot pink…..well….never mind, the idea is to very quickly step outside, curve around the door, loooong stretch, grab the package and disappear back inside before that couple walking down the street spot me. I’ve had stuff delivered everyday for the past five days, even on Sunday! That’s enough! This online “ordering shit” has to stop!

The wandering mind……or really nothing at all

As I recline in my “office” (which is actually the chaise end of a rather large, very comfortable u-shaped sofa), still staring at a blank screen and listening to music, I find myself drifting in and out of the present. Maybe it’s the tunes or maybe it’s all the emails I started cleaning out and filing, or maybe it’s all the photos I’ve discovered or when my eyes landed on the wounded Tigger perched in my kitchen that friends lovingly repaired…..the past comes creeping in and memories begin to percolate and my mind begins to cogitate….of where I was almost seven years ago and wondering how I landed here?

Life, simply a series of events that segued into each other. (oooooo….getting deep here). Past meets the present (or vice versa), take a few steps back and a then giant leap forward, circles are tightened, parallel lines are experienced, lives merge and fall apart, passions are ignited and released, and every once-in-a-while my flabber is gasted! Purpose? I sure as hell don’t know, or if I even want to know. Whether we walk or stumble over the twigs and branches in our way, or whether we decide to take the direct route, a shortcut or the long way ‘round or even if we choose to sit still and do nothing at all, eventually we will reach where we’re supposed to be, whether it’s in this lifetime or another. See…..I told you I wasn’t all here. “Mom!!!!! Tell that screen to stop staring at me!”

Back to reality…..sort of

As my daily exercise of pacing back-and-forth between my office and the kitchen intensifies, visiting the fridge every so often (okay more frequently than usual and the contents of a certain gin bottle seen to be evaporating) I find myself looking around the house and wondering, if I walked out the door, locked it behind me and just simply disappeared, what are the five most important things would I take with me, or would I take anything at all? I don’t have the answer but it has me thinking. In these days of relative isolation, the material world is becoming less and less important to many.

Off limits

We’ve all been wrenched into a new reality and it’s a struggle to come to terms with. On the down side this “new world” has caused anguish, deep anxiety, distress and breakdowns for many. The media and newsfeeds just exacerbate it. If I see one more news piece about face masks, cases, deaths, the brainless, the dim-witted, the ignorant, the condescending, the lineups, the arguing politicians, the finger pointing and the blame games…..all the pervasive negativity that is consistently pounded into us. Excuse me while I turn the music up to eleven, maybe even twelve. It’s becoming downright offensive (the news, not the music!)  No wonder I don’t watch TV.

So is there an upside? (There’s that annoying little miss sunshine again!) Let’s see… Family, friends, back to basics, Mother Earth and her abundance, and time…..these seem to be at the forefront of our consciousness.

We’re discovering our creative, artsy, crafty sides. We’re spending more time with family, especially our children. We are connecting and reconnecting. We’re deepening friendships. We’re reaching out to people we haven’t been in touch with for years. We’re cleaning out our closets and our lives. We are recognizing what’s truly important. We are baking way too much bread! We’re building deeper, more meaningful relationships with those we care about and love. We’re appreciating Gaia and becoming more aware and respectful of her needs. We’re digging in the dirt. We’re learning new things. We’re getting familiar with our kitchens. Our furballs are loving this. We’re learning to let go. We’re finding out that grey hair is the new Arctic Blonde.

The biggest gift of all…..TIME!

Oh, there is one thing I would never leave home without…..my phone. It’s my personal, portable jukebox. It contains most of my favourite tunes. Oh…..and I would make sure I had pants on!

What would you take?

Now I leave you with a few thoughts (and maybe some chuckles) from my favourite philosphers, Calvin and Hobbes. Nobody and no one ever stated it better.

…..and finally. It really is a magical world!

An assortment of music…..for no particular reason

Rock You – Dirty Loops

MacArthur Park – Richard Harris

More Today Than Yesterday – Spiral Staircase

I Want To Break Free – Queen

Mecca – Gene Pitney

Last Train Home – Pat Metheny Group

Fades Away – Avicii

A Lotus On Irish Streams – Mahavishnu Orchestra

=PB=

Pat’s column appears every Wednesday.

Contact us at: dbawis@rogers.com

dbawis-button7“Music and photography….my heart, my passions.” After an extended absence —  33 years as a consultant and design specialist in the telecommunications industry — Pat has turned her focus back to the music scene. Immersing herself in the local club circuit, attending the many diverse music festivals, listening to some great music, photographing and writing once again, she is eager to spread the word about this great Music City of ours…..Toronto. Together for 34 years, Pat little-red-headed-dancing-girlalso worked alongside her late husband Christopher Blythe, The PictureTaker©, who, beginning in the early 70s, photographed much of the local talent (think Goddo, Frank Soda and the Imps, BB Gabor, the first Police Picnic, Buzzsaw, Hellfield, Shooter, The Segarini Band….) as well as national and international acts. Pat is currently making her way through 40 years of Chris’s archives, 20 of which are a photographic history of the local GTA music scene beginning in 1974. It continues to be a work in progress. Oh…..and she LOVES to dance! 

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