Here is a new tune I recorded here at the house. It’s an instrumental called “Breakfast Anytime”.
About the recording: The drums are from DrumDrops. They have really well recorded live drum tracks packaged in a versatile manner. When you open an account, they give you a free track. This song uses the freebie they sent. Timmy Rickard is the drummer on it. I like what they have to offer and will be using them in the future.
The other parts are mine. Pretty simple mix. The “organ” is my Strat through an Electro Harmonix B9 pedal. The other guitar tracks are done with the Strat as well through a Fender Excelsior amp.
“Liberation of the seer is the result of the disassociation of the seer and the seen.”
– Yoga Sutras of Patañjali § 2.25
Translation by: Charles Johnston
Estimates of when this aphorism was written vary greatly…anywhere from around eight thousand years ago to a couple of thousand or so years back. It’s interesting that in ancient times, the “seen” – the world surrounding, the hustle bustle and hype…all of that, was considered to be problematic. And that the key to “liberation” was to detach from it.
She got called back for the exam and Jasper and I went over to a little waiting area that had two rows of four chairs each facing each other. Well, the boy proceeded to make the whole space his space…putting his jacket on one chair, magazines and books on most of the others and insisted on sitting across from me. I was trying to explain to him that others may be coming along and he would need to show courtesy in that event.
Pretty soon, a married couple, I’m guessing in their early 30s, maybe late 20s came through the door and we started tidying up knowing that they would be needing to sit. This duo got done with their business at the front desk and while they were walking towards us, they both were grabbing for their phones. They sat, about 15 minutes before they respectively were called for their exams, staring at their phones, determinedly not making eye contact with each or anybody else.
Next up another married couple came in (I later learned they were both in their 80s), sat right next to me and they were all delighted to engage with a four year old little maniac. I mean to tell you that they were having a hoot with Jasper. In between entertaining the boy, they talked of their 14 grandchildren and eight great grandchildren, church, going to the gym, how their house was down the street from a “beer hall” and they sometimes had drunks show up in their yard, their vacations in Florida….it was a nice, polite way to pass the time.
I had to wonder what it will be like for the first couple sitting in a waiting room 50 years from now…what is that going to be like?