Most of you live in the U.S.A. This is no surprise as I have plenty of friends there. The only surprise is why they/you want to read this.
Next up is Poland. This is also not a surprise as a musician friend has been back in Poland visiting family and is probably checking to make sure I haven't re-written one of our tunes in 9/8 time.
The UK features well, as I might expect it to. But then there's Latvia.
I don't know any Latvians and have never been there but there seems to be a demand for Blog of Will in the land of rupjmaize and grey peas.
Thank you for reading, wherever you are. With blogs disappearing like British pubs I'd like to think I can keep this going for a while longer.
Anyway, last night, in a burst of self-righteousness, I diagnosed a close friend as suffering from 'Pronoun Drift'. Here's an example:
"He came back to work and then he asked about holidays." Nothing wrong on the surface, but the speaker was refering to two different people. 'He' 1 and 'He' 2. The pronoun's use as a label was being undermined by this, causing confusion.
The speaker is a bright, intelligent person but has mentioned that sometimes people are confused when he is explained things. Being a good friend, but not wanting to come across as a smart-arse, it took me years to suggest they had Pronoun Drift.
The real probelm though is that Pronoun Drift doesn't exist. I made the term up.
If anyone has a better name for it, or has any stories relating to Pronoun Drift, I'd love to hear from you. Please remember that Pronoun Drift is only a problem if you're a pedantic nerd like me or if they tell you they have an issue with him using it like they do.
You might get the impression, from this picture, that my daughter and I weren't having a good time. At the moment this was taken we'd been in the sea for quite a while and had come out to get warm. After a walk form the beach to the apartment we had to stand in the cold, driving rain while our photographer worked out how best to take the picture. A few hours later we were back in the water.
That's the central idea behind this project. Make music we'd want to hear. It's going well so far.
Here was a chance to let go for a little while, to stop crowding my head with information, projects, problems and tasks. There's certainly enough to think about. Problems with neighbours, the need to move house, my mum's ongoing illness, the demands of having two young children, trying to be a good husband, keeping my job, two music projects with others (both of which mean a lot to me), my own musical ambitions, the desire to get better at photography and poetry, remembering to stay healthy and a seemingly inpossible attempt to play chess at a level that would alow me to beat a ten year old.
I'm well aware that if you swap a music project or two for something else this makes me the same as pretty much any other middle aged, middle class person in the western world. Poor me, indeed.
So, how did my attempt to let go of all this for a night, or a few hours, go? How did I spend this precious thinking time? I'll tell you.
I did the ironing, watched a cooking programme, played a guitar, recorded some music, wrote a tune, ate a curry, drank some wine, spent an hour with an Annie Liebowitz book of photographs, took some pictures, posted on Facebook and cleaned the bathroom.
Maybe tonight I'll lock myself in the garden.