Friday, September 24, 2010

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

What do you think?

Banks of shame hold your heads with sorrow - the newest lyric in one of my songs about the larger system that seems to keep people in cheque through monetary control, a form of mental slavery where just about everybody seems to be working so much harder than they naturally should have to just to give that money back. It is our way of life and I am beginning to question it. I don't want to toil away my days for the hope of a small break here and there. I want to spend 
time with the people i love, and do the things i love to do. Sure, there is work to be done, but how much? If people are enjoying their work, that is one thing, but I am starting to think that many of us have been tricked by higher ups into a life that supports them. Personally, I'm likely a beneficiary of the system, but I don't expect I will be for long. So far the only way I can think of to get out of it is to become less reliant on money. I would be very interested to hear what other people have to say, so please judge me lightly and make a post.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Scottish customs one week ago

Scottish customs (after two hours of interrogation): You've only just started traveling and your packs's already a mess.
Me: well you have made unpack it and pack it up again three times now...

Friday, September 3, 2010

The High Road

I am writing this post from the highlands of Scotland, and I must say, I had no idea of the amazing beauty and terrain of this place. 
I am currently on the "bonny, bonny banks of Loch (lake) Lomond." You probably know the song, it goes "you take the high road and I'll take the low road, and I'll be in Scotland before you, where me and my true love will never meet again on the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond." The tune sounds happy but the words not because it isn't. 
The story is that two captured Scottish prisoners of the Jacobite clan (a clan known to be savage and according to the conventional English belief at the time deserved nothing but the harshest treatment) were to be released after years of imprisonment. The story goes that as their moment of release was coming they were told that one of them would be liberated and the other executed and they had to decide who would be who in the next minute. 
Apparently the older brother knocked out the younger with a swift blow to the face and when the guards came he was dispatched. 
The younger brother wrote this song, his brother on the high road of heaven and he on the earthly one.
A beautiful and sad story and song. Later on, I'll try to upload a video of me playing this song on the very banks.