It is time for my Friday song post. Where did the week go? I’m relaxed and comfortable (in-joke, a little Aussie humour) at the seaside. However, at the back of my mind, there is still this ominous foreboding that we are in too deep. It’s a feeling that Australian singer-songwriter, Richard Clapton, writes so well about in his song, Deep Water. So I thought it should be my Friday pick.
Before I share the song, have you heard about the latest Aussie political shenanigans and proposed crackdown on environmental protests? See the Washington Post. There is much I could say about this, but I am going to follow the example of a bloke I met at the boat ramp yesterday. He came over to me to ask what one couple in the picnic area were doing. No, it was not what you think, ladies and gentlemen. The couple were casting around with …. metal detectors. Sure, it was odd, but you know, no need to judge. Maybe the woman had lost her wedding ring, or something. He wondered whether he should ask them or just go fishing instead? We both thought fishing was the best option. So, like that man, there are better things for me to do at the moment, which brings me back to the song.
Hail the soporific effect of the seaside. How does any serious writing get done in such a locale?