Sunday, 26 November 2023

Lego Tool Box

Memories from being taken to work with Dad as a kid. He has tool boxes with lots of kit in, spares, nuts and bolts. You never know what you might get and you get the job done with what you got.

I also had a box, of Lego. My tool box for ideas. I always had more fun adding lots of bits and bobs to it then creating things from my imagination, using whatever I could find in the big pile of bricks, making do with what there was. Not as fine looking as the actual toy from the box using all the parts correctly. But you know, you build that once then see what else you can do.

And now it seems that’s how I approach most things at work. I make do with what I got and get the job done to keep the shows on the road. I feel like I work with lots of imperfect systems but use the tool box of workarounds accrued from years of experience to get the job done. Meanwhile there always seems to be a new system rolled out to improve things (which invariably has more flaws!)

I wonder if this obsession with bringing in new systems instead of fixing things is related to consumer society – buy new and improved (don’t fix). And does it actually work? Lots of construction sites now seem to be pre-made bits stuck together on site. In the news seems like the modern buildings have trouble sticking together!

Could this be due to abstraction? – plans look fine on computer and should work if follow instructions perfectly. But on the ground maybe you need someone who sees what’s there, what the problem is and has enough in the tool box to get it done rather than send back ‘defective’ part and order a new one.  

Saturday, 13 May 2023

Magic of Music

How my use of music has changed though the decades but it’s been the constant heartbeat of my life.

I feel dead without the beats.

Now it’s such a perplexingly musically rich environment, soundclould mixes I can’t keep up with (check out the playlists) and I keep buying tunes, yes - spending currency on it cause the artist need the thanks for they joy they bring me(!), at a rate that if it was vinyl I’d need so many storage units (just have the one!)

Still occasionally spin the vinyl, whack on a CD for nostalgia, but mainly albums. Do people listen to them now? Can one tune transport you back through the ages like an hour of the emotional roller-coaster of screamadelica?  Perhaps so, everything speeding up now but I like the go-slow sometimes.

But the constant need for a new beat has also never gone, so easy now to consume and the joy of a mix with fresh tunes is still exhilarating. I love my musical journeys, not knowing where they will take me and when I curate the music to the mood in my soul; I feel more alive, vivid, in the flow of the miracle of living. It’s pure magic.